With one arm bracing his weight and the other slipping between them to grip his cock, Emory hunched his back so he could give his mate the carnal kiss she deserved. Her tongue slid along his lower lip, completely unconcerned about his sharp teeth, before it stole into his mouth. He groaned.
To think that not so long ago she’d never known the pleasure of kissing… His mate was a natural. She was a creature who sought to give more than take. More often than not, she was more concerned with his pleasure than hers. Part of it was her desire to learn, but he also suspected she enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her.
She’ll enjoy it a lot more when she discovers the joy of riding my cock.
With that thought in mind, Emory ran the blunt tip of his cock along the seam of her cunt, using just enough pressure to tease, before he notched himself at her opening. He’d been so tempted to thrust in to the hilt during their shower, but the fear of causing her pain —realpain — stayed his hand.
Now there was no holding back.
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Suckingher sweet little tongue into his mouth, Emory pushed past the initial resistance with a small thrust of his hips.
Clementine’s head dropped back with a gasp.“Fuck!”
Trembling with the urge to impale her, Emory took a moment to slide his arm under her back. Gripping her shoulder from behind, he used the leverage to slowly push forward.
It was a process of inches, of shallow breaths, of white spots exploding in front of his eyes and Clementine’s broken babbling. It was aclaiming.
By the time he was seated to the root, they were both tense. Clementine was locked around him like a fist and his muscles were drawn tight. When he dared to attempt a shallow thrust, it was neither elegant nor smooth.
Even so, it was perfect.
Emory buried his face in her fragrant hair as he began to pump his hips, his powerful tail providing enough force to send his little mate sliding up the bedding. If he didn’t have a good grip on her, she would have bounced right out of the nest.
“Emory,” Clementine gasped. It seemed like she wanted to say more, but was incapable of anything besides his name. “Emory.Emory.”
He somehow managed to smile into her hair. Grinding his hips, he whispered, “I know.”
I know, I never thought it could be like this, either.
I know, it feels like we were made for each other.
I know, I love you, too.
He understood that he couldn’t get her pregnant until she chose to remove herIUD,the device that interrupted her monthly bleeding, but that didn’t change instinct. His body didn’t care that it was impossible. His cock didn’t care that there would be no pups yet. It would give it a damn good try, no matter what.
As Clementine began to loosen up, Emory gave into the rhythm of instinct. The need to breed her, to fill her up until his seed gushed from that perfect little cunt, saw him rutting his mate with hard, frenetic thrusts. Pleasure pulled every nerve and muscle taut. The slippery friction of his cock sliding in and out of her, the sounds of their bodies meeting over and over, the way Clementine cried out with another orgasm when he ground his pelvis against her…
Emory was lost — to instinct, to need, toher.
With the pressure of his orgasm building, he frantically reached down to tear through the rope holding her legs in position. Immediately, they curled around his waist, pulling him in tighter, until he could do little more than fuck her with shallow, bone-rattling thrusts.
Even on the brink of an orgasm, he didn’t dare tear through his treasured scarf, so he fumbled with the knot between her wrists before it eventually gave way. Clementine’s arms circled his neck. She clung to him as tightly as she could as each thrust made her breath explode in a small gasp against his throat.
Between breaths, she begged, “Emory, please. Ineedyou. Please!”
He barely recognized his own voice when he replied, “My mate. My Clementine. Do you want your cunt to drip with my seed? Do youneedit?”
“Fuck.Fuck.Yes!” And then her teeth, dull and blunted, sank into the meat of his shoulder.
His release was shattering. His vision tunneled. His hips pistoned on their own, working every last drop of his seed out to fill his mate like she needed. His ears rang, but he still registered her guttural groan.
The wave of pleasure had barely begun to recede when Clementine got a hold of a fistful of his hair. Giving it a firm jerk, she urged him to meet her lips even when she rasped, “You’remine,Emory.”
She crushed their mouths together. Emory warbled a note in the back of his throat, one of pure adoration for his perfect, sensual mate, but it was cut off by a warning tingle that passed through every inch of skin pressed against hers. The scent of blood filled the air. It twined with the musk of sex, turning it into something darker, more powerful.
Before he could ask, before he could even question what his extra senses were telling him, magic burst from the witch in his arms.
