“I only want you,” she breathed, bracing her hands on his shoulders.
Taevas’s chest heaved. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath as she began to rock up and down, finding a rhythm that suited her. Their gazes never wandered, never wavered, as she rode him. It was all he could do to hold on, his hips canting to meet her, to make it easier to find that perfect spot and pace that would send her over the edge again.
He’d never worshipped the gods. He’d only ever been to ceremonies and services when it was absolutely required of him, and though he was careful to never say anything publicly, he thought that the obsession with beings who didn’t exist was all a little silly on its best day.
On its worst, it led to endless strife and bloodshed.
But there, sat in the dirt and undergrowth of a birch forest, his cock buried in his mate’s slick cunt and his name on her lips…
He understood worship.
He’d tasted the divine in her, and now that hunger would never be sated. It would never fade or dull. It was as a part of him as his fire was, and it was the new goal of his life to feed that hunger every chance he got.
They fell into a rhythm that gradually began to pick up speed. Taevas’s hips kicked upward everytime she came back down, sending his cock as deep as it could go. Everytime it happened, her lips popped open in a surprised littleOand her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on.
“Yes, yes,”she chanted, moving faster.
Taevas’s hips left the ground completely on his next thrust. She gasped, her expression pinching, and her rhythm faltered asher walls began to ripple around him. Knowing she was close, he doubled the efforts of his tail and prayed he could hold on just a bit longer.
“Let me have another one,” he begged, pressing their foreheads together so he could feel her breath across his cheeks. “Let me feel you come again,naine.”
He could feel the moment it began. Her muscles locked up one by one, stiffening her spine, her fingers, her thighs. It seemed to him to happen in slow motion, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed.
Alashiya went slack against him. She draped herself over his chest and shoulders, her face once more tucked into his neck, and shuddered with the aftershocks as his tail slowly rolled over her skin, prolonging them as much as he could.
Taevas’s hips moved restlessly upward in shallow thrusts. Their bodies made wet, sloppy sounds as he chased his own pleasure. Feeling her so soft and sated against him was a heady thing. Knowinghe’ddone that and that he was now free to do as he pleased with her supple, willing body, was an unmatched thrill.
Hanging onto his sense by the thinnest thread, Taevas grated, “Where, my Shiya? Tell me where.”
She nuzzled his neck. Soft, painfully loving kisses were pressed against his pounding pulse and the corner of his jaw. Her hands drifted over his shoulders and chest, petting him, stroking him, driving him past the point of wild and straight into madness.
“Inside.”
At any other time, with anyone else, Taevas would’ve been humiliated by the whine that whistled from his throat.
White-hot need flashed through him, but he still somehow managed to choke out, “My Shiya, that’s— We didn’t talk about?—”
She lifted her head again. There was no hesitation in her expression, just heavy-lidded desire and satisfaction. Holding him by the nape of his neck, she rocked into his thrusts — each one an explicit encouragement.
“It won’t take,” she assured him. “And I want to feel it.”
He wanted to askwhyit wouldn’t. Taevas was fairly certain she didn’t have a birth control implant, considering the general state of her access to healthcare. Of course, he knew thathehad the shot. There was no risk of pregnancy from his end, but that wasn’t the point. They hadn’t discussed it. So she believed for a reason unknown to him that there wasn’t a chance.
And that didn’t sit right with him because he damn well wanted a chance. Not now, not when they were in danger and their mating was so new, but soon. The thought of Alashiya carryinghisyoung was searing in its pleasure.
But all of his questions, his fantasies and his now crystal-clear desire for their future, fell to the wayside when she murmured, “Give it to me,argaman mlk.Now.”
He was completely undone. There was no fighting it and no denying her. Everything he was, everything he would be, now rested in the palm of her hand — and the hot well of her cunt.
Taevas buried himself to the hilt and came with a soundless cry. Alashiya’s back arched. She pressed their hips together so there was not even the tiniest space between them and held his gaze as his orgasm raked its claws through him.
Dazed, he could do little more than submit as she tilted his head back to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s everything,argaman mlk.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
They staggered into the house,sweaty, a little dirty, and sated. Her body was satisfied, at least. And a little sore. A lot sore.
Alashiya didn’t spare the burn between her legs or the pleasant ache in her muscles a thought. She wanted to, but there wasn’t time. Even if there was, she wasn’t certain she could’ve risked dwelling on what they’d done. The memory was already too bright, too hot to touch. It burned in the back of her mind, as perfect and dangerous as a new star.
