“Yes.” The word came out in a guttural snarl that left his throat raw. When he hooked his finger beneath the silk rope, she didn’t pull away. He tugged the rope aside, leaving nothing to conceal her from his ravenous gaze. Those delicate folds, so reminiscent of a flower, sparkled with her essence in the cavern’s blue glow.
Settling his hands upon her ass, he used his thumbs to part her slit, spreading it wide. The flesh within her channel was pink, and completely open to him. A growl rolled through his chest.
Callie hummed as she squeezed his shaft. “I take it you like what you see?”
Breath ragged, he said, “Much like.”
“Then take what you want. It’s yours…and this is mine.”
Her mouth closed over the tip of his stem.
Urkot stiffened, eyes flaring. His surprise was swiftly followed by a blast of pleasure so intense that his entire body quaked.
Callie had his stem in her mouth.
That wasn’t something vrix did, not with their rigid mouths and sharp teeth. A male risked his stem being bitten and torn away. Even Callie’s blunt teeth could cause harm. But Urkot didn’t fear her. He trusted her. And by their eightfold eyes, this was bliss—the heat of her mouth, the suction as she drew him in deeper, the feel of her tongue as it teased his opening and stroked his shaft.
Urkot bared his fangs and clutched Callie’s ass, staring at her pussy.
Taste, she had said. Lick. Eat.Take.
“Mine,” he snarled.
Yanking her closer, Urkot dragged his tongue over her slit from her clit to her ass.
Callie dug her fingers into his belly and moaned around his cock. The vibrations rippled into him, sharpening the waves of pleasure. And her taste? It spread over his tongue like the sweetest nectar, and it only deepened his hunger for more.
He thrust his tongue into her tight entrance.
“Urkot!” Callie gasped.
He swirled and twisted his tongue, pushing deeper, seeking more, more, more. It slid within her so easily, with no barriers to stop it, welcomed by her body. And the feel of her channel clamping around his tongue made him yearn to have his cock inside her, to feel it squeezing his shaft.
Callie wriggled her hips, but he held her firmly, not allowing her to withdraw from him as he plunged his tongue in and out of her pussy.
She moaned and pumped her fist up and down his cock. “Urkot, your tongue…”
And then her mouth was back on him, taking in the head of his stem. She sucked with vigor equal to his as he stroked her from within and coaxed out more of her essence. He neededmore, even as it dripped from her and ran down his chin. He needed so much more.
Urkot withdrew his tongue to swallow her essence. Gods, nothing had ever tasted so good. Nothing had ever sparked such a craving in him, such a need. He felt the mating frenzy pushing in from the edges of his mind, felt its claws seeking purchase, heard its demanding roar, but he was not ready to submit.
He would lose himself here—not in the frenzy, but in his mate.
Urkot ran his tongue across the seam of his mouth, licking away her nectar. Each drop was made sweeter by the glide of her mouth around his stem. His pelvis rocked up, and he gritted his teeth against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.
His gaze caught on her tattoo.
Spank Me.
Callie had told him that it felt good to be spanked, that she enjoyed it. Would it bring her pleasure now?
Drawing back his hand, he brought it down sharply upon her ass cheek, directly over the tattoo.
Thecrackof his palm against her skin was loud, as was Callie’s gasp as her head jerked up, releasing his stem from the depths of her mouth. Her body was taut atop him.
Urkot stilled, his hand remaining on her ass. “Did I?—”
“Do it again,” she said. “Harder.”
