She keeps squirming away, so I reach up with one hand and press my palm flat against her abdomen, pinning her in place. “Stop running from it,” my mouth drags over her again. “Be good for me,Saelûn. Take what I'm giving you.”
Her hands slide to my antlers and stroke. I gasp against her core. My whole head sways from the sensitivity. “Thral’nai vel’kaevûn. Nai’morin, Saelûn.” (Stroke my crown like you stroke my cock, soulmate.)
“Andrik! Yes—don’t stop?—”
My tongue finds her clit, and she sobs something unintelligible.
I circle it, flick it, suck it gently between my fangs while she moans my name.
Saelith’severywhere. Coating my tongue, filling my mouth, seeping into every nerve.
I’m beyond drunk, and she’s the only thing keeping me tethered.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I slide my tongue inside her, and her walls clench around me. "So thrahking perfect, my love.”Thrahk’nai, I want to be inside her. Want to feel her wrapped around mykaevûn.I want to claim her completely.
But—
I pull back slightly, panting against hervirae.My thoughts are hazy, but somewhere through the fog, reality cuts through. I look down at myself, then at her.
She’s small. So delicate and human.
And I’m... not.
Mykaevûnis straining against my pants, thick and aching. Far too large for her to take without preparation.
I’ll hurt her.
“Lumi,” I rasp. “Snowdrop, I need to?—”
She’s writhing on the furs, her eyes closed, her hands stroking up and down my antlers.
“Please,” she gasps, “stop teasing me.”
“I’m not.” I press my forehead to her hip, trying to breathe. “But I’m too—you’re not—I need to prepare you first.”
She whimpers in frustration, and I hate that I have to make her wait. That I wasn’t made to fit her.
“Then do it,” she begs. “Whatever you need to do… just—please?—”
I slide one finger inside her slowly, and she gasps, her body clenches around me instantly.
Thrahk.She's so tight.
“More,” she here, her hips rolling against my hand.
I add a second finger, stretching her carefully, and she moans a broken, desperate sound that makes mykaevûnthrob.
I curl my fingers, searching, angling until?—
“Right there!” She cries out, back arching off the furs.
There.
I stroke that spot inside her again and again, watching her thighs tremble. Her hands fist the moss beside her head.
“That's it, snowdrop,’ I murmur against her. “Let me feel you.”
