Her taste exploded on our tongue.
“Tazo!” Lavender gasped, her breath coming in short, desperate panting sounds as I tore the slight barrier with my teeth and exposed her sweet pussy. I dove my tongue deep, suckled her delicate flesh. Flicked the sensitive nub and rubbed it in turn before sucking it into my mouth.
By the gods, nothing had ever tasted so perfect, so sweet.
“Tazo.” My mate’s voice changed as I pleasured her. I feared, for one moment, she would ask me to stop. I would, should that be what she demanded of me. I was well and truly hers now. Would never get her taste out of my mind. Would do anything to protect her, pleasure her, keep her safe and happy.
The fear died the moment she burrowed her hands into my hair and arched her back, driving her hips toward my mouth. I steadied her, one hand under her neck and shoulders, the other lifting her hips, holding her in place to be devoured by hungry lips and tongue.
Fuck. Yes. She was with me. Willing. As eager as I.
I worked her clit with my mouth, my sucking a pulsing, steady rhythm designed to drive her over the edge.
I worked her until she came, thrust my tongue deep inside her pussy as her inner walls spasmed and danced. She cried out, the sound spurring me to movement. I carried her to the wall and pressed her back to it. The moment I had a free hand, I reached for the mating cuffs in their hidden compartment and placed them on her wrists.
With her mating cuffs secure, I lifted her arms over her head and locked them in place with the hooks designed for just this purpose.
“What are you doing?” Arms over her head, breasts thrust out, her nipples were tempting peaks under the thin, blue material. I quite liked the seductive garment, deemed I would ask her to wear one whenever we were alone in our quarters. Although, she would need to create a new one with the S-Gen machine.
I supported her weight with one forearm. Lifting my free hand to her breasts, I slipped my fingertips under the fabric and ripped the blue material to expose her breasts.
“Ah!” She kicked and squirmed, her cheeks, neck and the tops of her breasts flushed a deep rose from her orgasm. Her breasts rose and fell in quick bursts as she gasped for air. “You ruined my nightie!”
“Make new one.” My beast chuckled, a sound I had not heard in years, if ever, as he locked one mating cuff on our arm, switched his hold, and locked the second in place.
The moment the latch closed, and the cuffs’ energy fields connected to our nervous system, a sense of relief nearly brought me—him—to our knees. Gods. Fuck.Thiswas what we needed, had been waiting for. Our mate’s feminine taste on our tongue, her claim on our wrists, the mating cuffs linking us to her until death.
Now to fill her. Fuck her. Complete the claiming. Mark her with our seed and our scent.
“How? I don’t?—”
My lips closed over one exposed nipple, effectively cutting her off. Her protest morphed into a soft moan of pleasure. I took that as encouragement and switched my attentions to her opposite nipple as I slipped the stretched, black garment down her legs and off her body. Her pussy was exposed. Mine now. Mine. She wasmine.
I yanked my pants down to free my cock. The moment my cock was free, I placed one palm on her leg, worked my way up the softest, smoothest skin I’d ever fucking felt in my life, to the wet core of her. Slipped two fingers deep as I flicked her nipple with my tongue.
“Tazo.” My name was a moan of pleasure on her lips. My beast preened, pleased at her response, her fiery nature, the passion she did not try to hide. She was perfect. A fucking perfect, soft, submissive, beautiful female. Her taste was an addiction. Her soft cries of pleasure, a drumbeat lighting my entire being on fire.
I picked up the pace, fucked her with my fingers, spread her pussy open so she would be ready to take me. She bucked and gasped, moaned as I feasted on her breasts and taught her body the pleasure she would know at my hand. I worked her until her body surrendered to desire, until her scream of release made my cock jump and my beast growl.
“Claim you. Now. Mine.”
When she did not respond, I lifted my lips from her smooth flesh and looked into her eyes, forced myself into perfect stillness as beast and man waited to hear our fate.
Accepted. Mated. Worthy.
Denied. Unworthy. Alone.
Should she deny me now, I would walk away and transport immediately to the executioner’s cell on Atlan. Now that I had tasted such paradise, I could not survive without her. The mating fever was too strong, too dangerous. I would not be able to control the beast, or his pain, for the thirty days I had to woo her. I was too far gone. Unstable. The Hive integrations that gave me unnatural strength, even for a beast, also enhanced my need for action, violence, battle. I would have no choice but to leave her at once. How I’d held the beast at bay for this long I could not comprehend.
This delicate, fragile female literally held our life in her hands.
4
Lavender
Coulda girl die from intense orgasms? Must not be possible, or I’d be dead already.
Cold air brushed my nipples, still wet from his hungry mouth. He kissed and licked and nibbled my skin like he’d never tasted anything sweeter, like he’d never get enough. His fingers moved slowly, in and out of my pussy as the aftershocks of my last orgasm pulsed and fluttered around the thick digits.
