And just like that, he was lost.
Even burning with fever, Maelic lifted his hand to his mouth and snapped off the sharp points of his claws. Her skin was delicate, and he barely trusted himself to touch her as it was. He wouldn’t risk spilling her blood. Not even slightly. Seeing that horrific bright red once today had been enough to last a lifetime.
He leaned down, his large hand skimming her thigh. Frowned.
“Clothes need to come off. Now.”
She made a sound low in her throat that went straight to his cock. He wanted to be pressed against her, burrow into her warmth. He resisted the urge to rip the fabric away and gently pulled her shirt off first.
His eyes went wide. So much exposed skin—the gentle column of her throat, the lack of fur disarming but quickly forgotten when his attention locked on those soft breasts. He growled at the shell-like garment covering them.
Delaney gave a low, throaty laugh. “Here.” She reached behind herself, and the thing fell away.
He rumbled his approval.
Couldn’t resist leaning down to give each nipple a slow lick, nipping gently. The slight salt of her skin was delicious.
His cock pulsed with need, that heat riding him demanding more. Her scent thickened. True arousal. He groaned and stripped her pants away, nearly whining at the pain surging through his cock from howvrekingstrong she smelled even with that last scrap of fabric between him and the one place he wanted to be most.
His patience gave out. He ripped the delicate fabric away from her cunt, his body winning the war with his mind.
The color of her sex was a beautiful, flushed pink, slick and glistening with arousal that made his head spin. Delaney rolled her hips in a slow, needy circle, silently begging.
Maelic didn’t make his pretty human wait. He buried his face between her thighs and groaned at the first taste of her. His cock twitched painfully.
One broad hand slid up to cup her breast, rolling the tight peak between his fingers while the other parted her folds. Two thick digits pressed inside as his tongue swept upward in a long, deliberate lick. When he reached a swollen little bead of flesh, he circled it, slow and worshipful.
“Oh, fuck—” The broken cry tore from her throat.
He paused, a wicked gleam igniting behind his eyes.There.That was the spot. He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, gentle at first, then harder when her hips jerked off the bed. Fresh wetness coated his fingers, dripping down his wrist. His pheromones preparing her, in full effect.
Delaney’s hands flew to his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and the sting shot straight to his cock. He growled against her, the vibration making her sob. He worked her in earnest now—tongue lashing that sensitive bud, fingers curling and stroking the ridged walls inside her until her thighs trembled on either side of his head.
I’m going to come like this, untouched.The thought flashed, hot and humiliating.No. No male of worth spilled before his female, rather he was buried in her body or giving her pleasure.
He doubled down, relentless. His tongue flicked faster, his fingers drove deeper, thumb replacing his mouth for a heartbeat so he could watch her face. Her back arched like a bow drawn taut.
“Maelic—Maelic—”
“Yes,astara,” he rasped, voice thick with the rumbling vibration from his chest. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
She shattered. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers so hard his vision whited out for a second. A broken scream ripped from heras she came, pulsing around him, flooding his tongue with the sweet proof of her pleasure.
He couldn’t hold back. The taste of her release snapped the last thread of his control. His cock jerked violently in his trousers, spilling in thick ropes while he kept licking her through it, gentler now, drawing out every aftershock until she sagged, boneless and panting.
Only then did he feel it—the sharp, burning swell behind his fangs.
He pulled back, chest heaving, eyes locked on her flushed, satisfied face.
Luminance.
The chemical that bloomed only once, for one mate, for life.
His fangs throbbed in time with his racing heart, already aching to claim what was his.
She was dozing off already, clearly exhausted from his pheromones and the exertion. She looked so vulnerable in the aftermath.
So perfectly his.
