“Oh, Urkot,” she whispered, her heart hurting for him. She pressed her forehead to his headcrest as she continued stroking his jaw. “You are not unworthy, and you sure as hell aren’t lesser.”
Callie ran a hand down his neck to his shoulder. “These arms are strong. They have carried burdens that would’ve crushed anyone else, and they have provided shelter in times of need.” She moved her hand onto his, which rested upon her thigh. “These hands have shaped stone, creating beautiful works of art, and have fought fiercely to protect the people you love.”
She raised her head and slipped her hand down to the large, rough scar on his left side. “This scar is proof of your willingness to sacrifice for others. It is proof of your strength and your tenacity. You fought, and you survived.”
He shuddered, and a low buzz sounded in his chest.
“You are more than enough, Urkot. You have always been and always will be. And you are wanted.” With a soft smile, Callie trailed her fingers lightly over the side of his face. “I also find you very pretty.”
His mandibles ticked upward, but he huffed. “Just pretty? Am I not sexy?”
Callie chuckled. “You are. Very sexy.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest as she sat up on him. “Your arms, your body, your cock…”
Lifting her ass, she reached between her thighs to gasp his extruded shaft. Urkot’s breath hitched, and his hands caught her hips, fingers and claws digging into her skin. She wiggled herself down his body until she was able to notch the pronged tip of his shaft against her entrance. Slowly, she sank down atop him, moaning as his cock pushed deep inside her. Urkot hissed, his body tensing.
“You are also mine, Urkot.” She seated herself until she reached his knot, which spread her wider, and settled her palms over his hands. Her eyes remained locked with his. “And I’m not letting you go, myluveen.”
A shiver wracked him, moving through her, and he released a shaky breath. “Callie…”
His lower hand squeezed her thigh as his grip on her hips tightened. He lifted her slowly, and Callie’s lashes fluttered at the slow drag of his cock inside her, the ridges of its wide head sending shocks of pleasure through her already sensitive channel.
“I willneverlet you go,” Urkot growled, yanking her down and forcing his knot deep into her.
Callie threw her head back with a cry and surrendered herself to him.
CHAPTER 24
Urkot lay on his side,facing Callie, atop the nest of fluffed silk he’d made after exiting the pool. His arms were around her, and one of hers was draped over him, lying comfortably over his scar. The warmth of her arm and the softness of her skin was enough to banish the ghosts of any pain he’d ever felt there.
She was breathing slowly and steadily, making those soft growls in her sleep.
No, growl is not right. They call it snoring.
And from Callie, it was an endearing sound, one he’d only heard her make when she was in the deepest, most content, most secure of sleeps.
Callie is mine. Mine. My mate.
Never had so simple a thought impacted Urkot so profoundly. All his doubts and worries were gone, if only for this moment. There was only joy here, only fullness. There was only that unseen tether linking him to her, binding their hearts together, entwining their heartsthreads.
Urkot breathed her in, filling his lungs with her fragrance. He could always pick it out, even in a place like this, where many other smells vied for dominance.
For so long, he’d yearned for this, for Callie to be his. That she had accepted his claim and made her own upon him was more powerful than he could’ve imagined. For many eightdays, he’d not allowed himself to hope. It would’ve been easy to curse himself for failing to act on his feelings, for having wasted so much time, but he would not do so.
He had Callie here and now, and that was enough.
And I’m not letting you go, myluveen.
He shuddered as her words repeated in his mind. They’d been a vehement declaration, a passionate vow. And what had come after…
His hide tingled from their mating, and flickers of heat coursed through his blood. The scent of sex lingered in the air, and his scent marked her as surely as his bite on her shoulder had. His gaze fell upon it. The small wounds were covered with sticky silk, but he knew the mark was there and would remain so.
A low purr rumbled in his chest. The urge to rut rose within him. It didn’t matter that they’d mated a short time ago, his need for Callie would never be sated. The closeness he shared with her, the intimacy, was something he’d never had with anyone.
Every bit of it was a thrill. The feel of her hot, wet pussy around his cock, of her soft skin pressed to his hard hide, of her hands moving over him, the sound of her voice singing her pleasure, the yearning and love in her eyes as they stared into his…
His slit parted as his aching stem slowly emerged from it.
I need her.
