He watches me intently as he undoes me, his smoke-and-whiskey eyes lidded with desire, and thrusts a second finger into my wet cunt. I throw my head back, my thighs shaking from the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Cross your ankles behind my neck, love. And don’t you dare move them until I say you can. I’m going to lick you until you’re screaming.”
I let out a breathy “yes!” as he pulls my legs over his shoulders, and I obediently cross my ankles, moaning when his tongue delves through my pussy.
He finds my clit, laving it with the flat of his tongue, licking and stroking until electric ecstasy tears through me.
I scream as I crest, my orgasm rushing through me. My cunt squeezes around nothing and I beg for his knot, a senseless string of words, but he merely laughs against my sex and tongues me, not relenting until I come again.
I sink against the bed, sated, but he isn’t finished with me. He licks through my oversensitive pussy, making my hips twitch.
“Want your cock,” I whine, unhooking my legs.
He lets out a rumbling growl of warning, and I quickly cross my ankles again, moaning when his tongue slips through my slick folds. He sucks my clit into his mouth and lashes it with his tongue, over and over until I come again, one orgasm tumbling into another and another.
I scream out his name, riding wave after wave of bliss until finally he relents, letting me down with gentle licks and kisses.
He unhooks my ankles from around his neck and massages my thighs.
“You’re not too sore from your heat? Are you sure you want this?”
“Please, alpha, mate, mine,” I plead, blissed out from too many orgasms, knowing my pleasure has only just begun.
He takes himself in hand and strokes the head of his cock through my wetness. I shiver at the sensation, still too sensitive. Every touch feels electric, too much, nearly painful.
Utterly perfect.
He sheaths himself inside me with one thrust, eyes fluttering shut as I squeeze around him.
I wrap one leg around his hips so I can meet every thrust, and we join, moving together as one. He claims my lips in a kiss as he strokes inside me, slow and deliberate, letting me feel every inch of his hard length as he withdraws and then sinks back into my cunt.
He drops his head to my neck, kissing and sucking on my mating bite. Each pass of his tongue sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.
“My mate,” he growls.
“Yours,” I breathe.
He drives deeper into my needy cunt, and I moan his name.
“Call me your mate,” he pants, his hips jerking against mine, knot swelling against my entrance.
“My mate!” I cry out as he slams into me.
He buries his nose in my neck, breathing in my scent and sucking at my bite until my cunt clenches around him.
We come together, and he stretches me around his knot until he’s locked inside me. I milk his hard cock and rock against his knot until another orgasm ripples through me. I shake and writhe beneath him, squeezing around his knot. It rubs against my sensitive estrus gland until it’s too much, too pleasurable. I fly over my peak with a scream. He circles his hips, drawing out my orgasm, working his knot inside me until I’m whimpering and begging. He finds my clit with his fingers, circles it twice and I shatter.
“That’s my good mate,” he murmurs, licking his bite as aftershocks ripple through me.
I float, blissed out, as he holds me close, rolling so I’m curled on top of him, locked to him by his knot.
“Love you,” I whisper.
“Love you,” he whispers back.
* * *
We lie together,skin to skin, until Cassian finally says, “The others are waiting for us.”
