His mouth was on mine straight after, and the taste of my arousal between us was enough to have my hips jerking toward him. He stripped my clothes off with a wash of prickly energy, and I decided to do the same to him, finally in touch with my own power.
It was near effortless to direct gathered energy now.
His clothes unraveled from his body, leaving all of that toned, bronzed skin on display.
Not to mention an impressive cock jutting up and ready to bring pleasure.
I wanted to taste him, my tongue sliding across my lips, and considering my dominating mate had fulfilled his need for my pleasure first, I decided to make my move. Before I could, though, Len lifted me off the sink, our mouths meeting as heat exploded in my gut once more. Just the taste of him… it fucked with my equilibrium.
He moved us again and water hit me seconds later as Len continued to destroy me, one kiss at a time, worshipping me as the shower beat down on us. His hands moved across my skin, caressing and stroking, and by the time he was done, small gasps escaped my lips as I gripped the wall. His touch slowed over my thighs, the feather-light caresses turned into firm strokes, and I was out of my mind, feeling everything.
All the pleasure. All the love.
Emotions zipped between our bond, until the shower stall was filled with a golden glow. His grip tightened, holding me in place against the wall as he lowered his head, tongue sliding up my pussy. He circled my clit, and my teeth clenched so hard that I’d not have been surprised if I’d broken them.
His tongue slowed, a consistent stroke against all that sensitive flesh, which allowed me to build and build, holding onto the pleasure until it was pulsing at the seams of my skin. I was growing slightly addicted to the sensation when he edged me to explosion.
Of course my best intentions to hold out were shattered as the need inside took over and I started to rock against his mouth, chasing the high and pleasure while torturing myself and refusing to fall over the edge.
We both knew what I was waiting for, and a sob escaped before I silenced it immediately.
“Good girl,” Len purred, and my dripping, needy pussy did the same. Swear to fuck, that was where the name came from.
Light burned through Len’s hands on my thighs, locking me against the wall of his shower. The water heated until steam surrounded us, but in the next instant it was icy cold against my over-stimulated body. The switch between temperatures had the tremble in my limbs increasing and I was gasping for air silently, still obeying his command.
I’d given myself to this dominant fae, assured that whatever path he chose would be a good fucking one.
As the water grew colder, the heat under his palms felt near burning, contrasting dramatically to the chill of the shower. Len’s hands moved until one was cupping my pussy, fingers slipping inside. The heat under his touch continued, and I moved against him, the burn sinking deeper inside me. With that one touch and his power, he pushed me a few inches up the wall so I was no longer standing on my own.
His power pinned my arms and legs on either side of me, thigh parted so I was exposed to him in every way.
“Are you ready, Storm?” he purred. “You’re about to come until those pretty eyes close in exhaustion.”
His fingers inside me weren’t even moving yet, and I was dripping down his hand. Just the thought of orgasming until I passed out was enough to have my energy thrumming.
So much pleasure.
All the time with my mate.
What more could a shifter god ask for?
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LEN
Her breaths came out faster, the tip of her pretty pink tongue poking out from full lips, as she tried to rock against me.
Samantha. My true mate. The one I’d searched a lifetime for.
Now that I had her, I would never let her go.
Needing to taste her, I pushed myself up to reach her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips. She opened for me immediately and I was hit with that citrusy burn of her power, filled with fire and life.
Her near-silent groans echoed as my cock bucked between us. The tip ached, a desperate need to thrust inside her almost knocking me down, but I was determined that all the pleasure would be hers first.
My perfect mate. My fucking home.
My all.
