But it was worth it.
Watching his mate ride his hand, her heavy breasts moving with every swivel of her hips, the way her soft stomach clenched and her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure reached its peak…
Fucking incredible.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Only when herhips stopped moving did he slowly ease his fingers out of her. Sitting back as much as he could with the low ceiling of the SUV in his way, Kaz held her glazed eyes as he sucked them into his mouth.
She tasted musky and sweet and delicious. He loved her flavor as much as he loved her floral scent. Combined, they shut down the rational, civilized part of his mind and turned him into nothing but a hungry beast.
Instinct roared at him from all sides.Bite fuck lick her spread my come on every inch of her skin let her ride me take her take her take—
Kaz squeezed his eyes shut and lifted one of her legs to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her inner knee.Calm down. Strategize.
He would be able to do everything and satisfy all his instincts, but he couldn’t do it all at once. Atria was a meal to be savored. They would have centuries to explore every depraved fantasy, though he doubted even that would be long enough to satisfy his hunger.
Break her in first,he decided after several panting breaths.Mark her up. Drive home that she belongs to me.
Those were the priorities. He could do that. Hewould.
Feeling marginally more in control, Kaz glanced down at her flushed cunt and was pleased to see the way she clenched for him, as if she missed his touch already. His chest swelled with a deep, primitive sort of pride.
She’d done everything he asked of her and lay patiently for him, her expression blissed out. He wanted to reward her. Heneededto. Feeling suddenly indulgent, he rumbled, “Do you want my cock now, princess?”
Atria reached for him. Her fingers landed on his thighs and gripped him as hard as they could. “I’ve wanted it since the motel, Kaz. I want to touch you so badly it hurts.”
“You don’t have to beg,” he purred, dropping his hands to his partially-undone jeans. It was the work of a second to pull the tab of his zipper, and only a handful more to curl his fingers around his cock and pull it out of his briefs. “It might as well have your name on it, princess, because it belongs to you.”
She sat up on her elbows to peer down. Even in the shadows, it didn’t take her long to make out the wink of silver.
The sexiest pained sound escaped her throat. “Gods, Kaz… Are youpierced?”
A deep, pleased purr rattled in his chest. Was there anything better than the look of surprise and fevered arousal in her eyes? No, absolutely not.
“Yes,” he answered, giving himself a slow stroke. When the top of his fist bumped the silver piercing stuck just below the flared underside of the crown, he angled himself to give her a better look. “I can’t wait for you to discover how good it feels when I bend you over, princess — or hear the click of it against her teeth when you suck my cock. I want to feel it sliding over that pretty pink tongue.”
She made that sound again, but this time it was more of a whimper. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”
“Which one?”
“Both.All.”Atria reached for him. Her fingertips skimmed the flushed crown, wet with a constant stream of pre-come, to reverently trace the silver balls of his piercing. A shudder ran down his spine at the jolt of sensation even that featherlight touch caused. His mate was not necessarily dainty by human standards, perhaps, but her hand looked downrightdelicateagainst the thickness of his cock.
Her tone was both awed and a little rough when she noted, “Kaz… you’re going to tear me in two with this.”
“Yes,” he bluntly replied. He had a big cock and a little mate. It wasn’t bragging to say that their first time — and probablyeverytime — would take a little work.
That was half the fun. He couldn’t wait to see her cunt struggle to stretch around him, to watch her back bow, to see her mouth pop open as he thrust himself to the hilt. He wanted to work himself in and thenstaythere.
She closed her fingers around the head. His nerves jumped, tightening his balls, as another hot bead of pre-come slid out to pool in the juncture between her thumb and forefinger.
The bottom of her hand met the top of his and still there was plenty of cock left uncovered. Atria assessed this with a calculating look. When her thumb began to circle around the slit in the crown, swirling and swirling, she murmured, “I can’t wait for you to ruin me.”
Fuck. She’s so fucking perfect. Why was I fighting this?
The reasons seemed so foggy, so minuscule now that he knew the scalding pleasure of her touch and the way she looked at him like he was her everything, herhero.
Kaz had never been a particularly indulgent lover, seeing as he usually set out to make sex as quick and mind-shattering as possible, but he discovered something new about himself when he was with Atria.
