It wasn’t enough. More. I wanted more.
I shifted, holding the back of her neck in one hand, her body fully reclined on one arm I had braced against the wall.
This. Yes. Fuck her with my fingers as I sucked her clit. Open her up. Stretch her pussy so she was ready for me. All of me.
I worked one finger inside her and locked my lips over her swollen nub. I created a suction with my mouth, drawing that sensitive flesh inside my mouth and releasing it. Again. And again. Faster.
Her hands were frantic, grabbing my head. Tugging. Shaking. Letting go to start all over again.
I worked a second finger deep. She moaned.
My third finger made her pant. I bent them each in turn, looking for any sensitive spots inside her.
“Ahhh!”
If my mouth hadn’t been full of pussy I would have smiled in victory. Found it.
I fucked her faster, rubbing my fingertip over the sensitive flesh I’d found inside. My tongue worked her clit, sucking and licking, judging her reactions and repeating the things that made her muscles go tight, her head tilt back. Made her hold her breathe.
She cried out, the sound nothing that resembled any language. The cry of a treasured female. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers as her orgasm took her from me for long seconds. Brought her back. She was still mine. My mouth tasted of her. Her wet heat was on my fingers, my lips, the tip of my aching cock.
I wiggled one finger. She moaned. I worked her again, right to the edge.
“What? What are you doing?” She gasped the question, not understanding until I lowered her into place over my cock.
“Fuck you now. Mine.”
“Yes.”
I slipped inside.Fuuuck.Her pussy was swollen inside. Tight as a hot fist. My cock ached with both agony and bliss.
So long. I’d waited so long, Trapped inside Kovo. No fucking. No females. No mate.
No hope.
I pressed her back to the wall once more and used my hands to pull the lobes of her bottom a bit to either side, stretched her open. Exposed her pussy.
She slipped down a bit more, took more of my cock. We both made a noise I didn’t try to decipher. The warlord, the killer, the battle analyst had been pushed aside until onlythisremained.
Skin. Wet heat surrounding my cock. My mate’s arms around my shoulders, her fingers digging into my muscle in a pointless effort to force me to move faster. Allow her to move. To take all of me.
Not. Yet. She had not begged. Said my name. She attempted to direct me when she should submit to me, to my touch. No other would ever give her pleasure like this. Kill to protect her. Care for her. She. Was. Mine.
Where were my mating cuffs? I would see them on her wrists, proudly wear my own. I was her beast and hers alone. Kovo could rot in the back of my mind, locked away and forsaken, as he had kept me. He chose to kill both of us. He did not deserve her. She would wear my mating cuffs. I would remain at her side.
“Kovo?” She wiggled her hips, tried to take more of me. I held her in place, my cock half in, half out of her body.
“Not Kovo.”
She moaned and scratched my upper arms. “Beast.”
As much as I did not wish to look away from her, I needed my mating cuffs. I would not fill her with my seed until she wore them. Until she was completely mine.
Until Kovo could not undo what I had done.
Every cell here had a pair of mating cuffs available, just in case. This one was no exception. I spotted them where Kovo had thrown them in a corner.
Holding Adrian carefully in place, I carried her to the corner. When I bent over to pick them up, her torso moved with mine, her long hair dangling down to sweep the floor. Her stomach arched. Her nipples pointed to the ceiling in blatant offering.
