He pulled her closer with the string still in his hand. “Yes…”
Delaney bit her bottom lip. “Do you want to do something about it?”
Maelic’s heart stuttered. All rational thought fled.
He moved fast.
He had a willing, gorgeous female ready and bound for him. Not just any female.His mate.
The way she looked at him made thinking beyond where to take her nearly impossible. He paused.
“Are you sure?” he rumbled, leaning down to scent her. He didn’t want to remove the lights. It would be such a waste.
Delaney’s breath hitched. She nodded. “We should unwrap me first…”
“But these colors look so lovely on you…” His hand moved up her thigh. He couldn’t resist licking the curve of her collarbone. His fingers caught on the edge of her dress, his chest thrumming hard.
Delaney seemed to be looking around for a reasonable place. She swallowed. He could scent the perfume of her arousal. It made him want to rub against her and beg if he must.
“I’m still wrapped up in these lights, Maelic,” she squeaked.
“Do you trust me, Delaney?” he murmured against her ear, nipping the tender flesh.
She shivered and nodded.
“Do you like being bound up like this?”
“No,” she panted, her body stiffening. He paused. "It is weird."
“Is that true? I can smell your arousal.” He gently pulled on the string, causing it to tighten—not so hard that it risked breaking the glass against her skin. She gave a small moan, and the sound sent pure delight down his spine.
His lumin glands pulsed almost painfully in response to her scent.
“Say yes,” Maelic growled against her throat, the vibration pooling low in her belly. The texture of her human skin was silk-soft where he nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in. “Let me keep you, little human. Let me take care of every single need you have.”
“Shit,” she rasped but nodded. “Yes. Fuck me.”
Maelic lifted her up, pressing her to the wall. He kissed her—foreign and clumsy, but all-consuming. He wanted to possess her through this. Make her his. Bond her to him. His fangs ached to do so, the chemical that would forge that physical bond leaking into his mouth.
He fumbled with his trousers until his cock was free. He held her steady against the wall, her dress riding up. He canted his hips and groaned at the sensation of his weeping cock rubbing against that soft center. All that separated them was a thin layer of undergarment. She felt so wet and hot. He thrust and resisted the urge to bite. He kissed her harder. His cock rubbed against her delightful little pleasure spot. He would not continue until he brought her to orgasm.
He rutted against that spot, one hand firm on her ass, the other gripping her hair. She was half-suspended in this position, the string of lights restricting her movement. The sight inflamed his lust tenfold.
“Maelic!” she moaned into his mouth. He picked up the pace, repeatedly jerking his hips into hers. His coremata twitched with the movement until she stiffened and cried out, her body rocking with release.
He shivered at the sensation.
“Are you ready for this,astara?” he panted, forehead pressing against hers.
She nodded, face flushed and hot. “Please.” She half-sobbed the words. “Fuck me.”
Maelic reached between them and moved the soaked fabric covering her cunt. His tip met her bare flesh, and he paused, swallowing hard.
What if she gets hurt?
“I’ll be okay, I swear,” she panted, need palpable in her voice.
He bit down on his lip and slowly pushed forward.
