She felt one hand leave the mattress and then the movement of his cock again, this time more purposeful, over her stomach, her thighs, and around her cunt. Everywhere it went, it left a hot, sticky trail of pre-come.
“When we’re in the nest, I want you to call me your mate,” he rasped. His cock disappeared for a moment before she jolted at the feeling of his warm, wet fingers sliding over her nipples, her collarbone, and finally her lower lip.
When she instinctively darted her tongue out for a taste, his musky, salty flavor filled her mouth.
Atria groaned and arched her back. She licked her lips again, desperate to get every drop, before she gave him what he clearly wanted. “My mate.”
The force of his purr could have rattled the stones in the walls.
Atria felt him shift and then she was quite suddenly on her stomach. “Up now, princess.” Big hands levered her up, helping her sit on her knees.
“What—oh!”
Quiet as a cat and twice as quick, Kaz moved to wedge himself under her. Her thighs shook as she attempted to make room for the breadth of his shoulders. Luckily he took some of her weight when he clasped her waist. The pads of his thumbs settled in the dip of her belly button as he blew a hot breath over her dripping core.
“I want you on my face.” His voice was ragged, desperate. “I want you to smear yourself on me. I want towearyou, princess, just like you’re wearing me.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice.
Atria sank down without hesitation. When she felt the hot, wet glide of his tongue through her folds, she tossed her head back and luxuriated in it. Nothing felt as good as Kaz’s touch — whatever form he chose to deliver it. His tongue, his fingers, his cock. All of it wasparadise.
She told him as much as he went to work, circling her clitoris, sucking on it, plunging his tongue into her clenching core. Atria was only barely aware of anything she said, but when he began to purr in earnest, his lips and tongue vibrating in a way that made her eyes cross, she realized he liked it.
Mostly it was praise, but some of it was fantasy. She told him all the things she wanted him to do to her, how much she loved the feeling of being split open by his cock, and how the sight of his big, kohl-darkened hands made her wet.
Eventually, Kaz’s purr grew so loud, she almost couldn’t hear her own voice.
Her orgasm was luscious.Kaz kept it going for as long as he could, stroking and sucking and kissing her until she was boneless, her chest heaving with every breath.
And then he was out from under her. Those big hands guided her down over a heap of pillows. Her cheek met his hoodie as he arranged himself over her. Atria grabbed fistfuls of blankets when the hot, slick head of his cock notched at her entrance.
After a few days of regular sex, she took him moreeasily, but it would never beeasy. Kaz’s cock was as big and thick as the rest of him. The feeling of it was perfect even when she was stretched beyond her limits. Atria loved the burn, that taut moment between pain and pleasure. When he drove it into her cunt, it was without hesitation, as if he knew that she loved the bite of discomfort that made the pleasure all the sharper.
“Ah!”Atria’s back bowed as his piercing rubbed against her inner wall. A rush of tingles swept over her skin.Gods bless whoever invented that,she thought, mindlessly grinding her hips back as he pressed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt with a low, pleased grunt.
His lust fed hers, making it burn so much brighter. It didn’t matter that he just gave her a deep, prolonged orgasm. Atria was desperate for more.
So much. Need him. Need him to know—Her fingers clenched in the nest as the last brick in her psychic wall came down.
In an instant, Atria’s lust roared out of her and into him, creating a feedback loop so luscious, so intimate, that a soundless sob shook her shoulders.Thiswas what she had never been able to give.Thiswas why she held back from tethering herself to another soul.
It wasn’t just about feeling another person, but lettingherselfbe felt.
She felt Kaz’s powerful form jolt. “Fuck.” His deep, baritone voice cracked on that single syllable. “Princess, what— Is thisyou?”
Her magic bubbled in her veins, as sparkling and joyful as a newly opened bottle of champagne. If she didn’t get a handle on it, Atria feared that it would flow out of her and into him completely, connecting them soul to soul, magic to magic.
It was one thing to tether them, but it was quite another to create a witchbond. She couldn’t do that without his consent. Even so, it was pure heaven to feel and be felt, to know he could sense her as she sensed him.
“It’s me,” she whispered. “It’s you. It’s us.”
Kaz smoothed his palms over her thighs, the globes of her ass, and up to squeeze her waist. She picked up the sound of his hard swallow. Atria got the sense that he wanted to say something, but couldn’t.
She didn’t need him to.
There was no mistaking the admiration, warmth, awe, and lust that poured from him in a great, frothing torrent. And because she could, because hewantedit, Atria allowed herself to send it back to him with just as much force.
Kaz’s hips jerked as her feelings hit him in a rolling wave of pure desire.
