Niska’s little human hand grips the base of one of my horns, and I almost lose it then and there. “No, I don’t want the bench,” she pleads, guiding me by my horn to bring my lips back to hers. “Not this time… I want you now…like this.”
I groan into her mouth.
Before I even get a chance to protest, Niska is already uttering words that have so much power over me when they fall from her lips. “Please, please… please, Kiahn.”
Fuck. Forget purchasing a vacation planet for this little female, I’ll have promised her a whole galaxy quadrant by the time she’s done with me.
My painfully hard cock throbs at the thought.Goddess, what wouldn’t I gift to this little creature? She has me wrapped around her tiny human finger and I don’t even think she knows how much I love that.
I pull back, gazing down at her. She is wearing only a silken sleeping shift and a fabric covering collar - not her robust golden one that would hold up against my fangs. This flimsy, lace thing that covers her throat now? I could rip it to shreds in seconds.
Fuck, my fangs ache at the mere thought.
“Niska-” I start to protest, but she drags my mouth back down to hers, stealing my words straight from my tongue.
“Kiahn.”
My name is only hurriedly muttered into my mouth. Nothing more than a whisper of a word. And yet the plea of it echoes in my skull and I’ve already made my mind up. “You are wet enough to take me?” I ask, my hand already skimming down her gorgeous curves to cup her silk-covered cunt. My Niska whines and nods her head, and I soon find she’s not lying. “Fuck, you’ve soaked the fabric. Are you in need of me, little female?” I ask, massaging between her splayed thighs. There are more nods and whimpers from my Niska, the effect of which is nothing but pure intoxicating. I am certain she could ask me for anything in this moment and I would grant it in an instant.
Perhaps the sensible thing would be to insist on the bench. Or maybe I should feast between her thighs while bringing myself to completion by my own hand. That would certainlybe less risky. It would give distance between my fangs and her throat to be sure.
But, it seems when it comes to my Niska, I am not a sensible male.
It is all too easy for me to push her ruined underthings aside. All too easy to free my aching cock. And, so fucking wonderful to slide myself into her welcoming, silky heat.
I groan loud and long as I sink deeper into her, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure all through my body.
Here, in my bed.
She is allowing this closeness, this intimacyin my bed. There are no precautions in place for this, and I can’t tell if it is her trust in me making my cock so damn hard right now, or the risk of it all.
The first roll of my hips has us both sucking in a breath. Niska moans my name again, hitching her legs up around my sides. She grinds against me, her movements matching mine. Being so close to her, being able to stare into her pretty eyes while being buried in her gorgeous cunt, is almost too much. “I will spill my seed too soon like this,” I confess on a huff. “It is too much having you under me like this.”
Reaching up, Niska hooks her hand around the back of my neck and utters the words that almost do make me reach my peak instantly. “Well then, I’ll be on top later tonight. I just wanna feel you let go, baby.”
With a snarl so animalistic, I almost can’t believe it came from me, I lower myself further. With our height difference, her face presses to my throat, and I revel in the excited little puffs of hot breath that dampen my skin there as my rocking starts turning more forceful. With my Niska whimpering and moaning beneath me, my mind empties of everything except her; her body against mine, her noises of pleasure filling my room, and her fingernails scratching down either side of my spine. She’snot even trying to keep still for me, and the beast within likes that far too much.
The sweet taste of my own bonding venom starts to coat my tongue. My fangs are begging to sink into that delicate little neck of hers.Claim, claim, claimis all that my base instincts are screaming at me as I pound into my female, making the bedframe creak in an obscene rhythm.
“Kiahn… Ki-uhah… Oh, Fuck! Kiahn!”
Goddess, her cries of my name are music to my ears. And with the way I can feel her tighten around my cock, I know she is close. I wish I could say my movements were skilled. I wish I could say the pace of my thrusts remained steady. Instead, the sensation of her soft, female body tensing up in her personal bliss threw me into an ecstasy that far removed my mind from my body.
Truly, I gave myself over to it -to her- and lost complete control as I gave her my seed.
When my pleasure-clouded self began to refocus, I realize my hips are still jerking of their own accord as I grunt around a mouthful of something soft, my bonding venom spent.
It’s not until I blink my eyes open, do I see that my fangs are sunken into the plump of one of my pillows - the pillow right beside my Niska’s vulnerable neck. For some inexplicable reason, I bite down on the stuffed pillow harder, groaning as I grind out the last of my seed I have for her.
Niska’s panting beneath me, but I feel her turn into me, kissing up my neck before she pulls away in order to see me better. “Did you… did you bond bite my pillow?”
Extracting my fangs from the bedding, my tongue feels around in my mouth. I’ve never issued a bonding bite before - to an inanimate object or not. It feels strange - numb. It’s not until I’m gazing down at her as she grins back up at me, her haira little disheveled, and her eyes hazy with spent pleasure that I realize her words.
She’d called itherpillow.
I want it to be her pillow. Forever.
Fuck - she can own the whole bed and I’ll just beg to share it with her each night.
