And then.
And then he reached out the hand not currently fisting his own cock and cupped my core. I felt his finger slide along my cleft and instinctively tightened my thighs.
Garrak hummed. “You’re wet already?”
Breathless, I peered over my shoulder, loving this dynamic. “Yessir. All for you.”
“You know what this makes you?”
I moaned, bending slightly so I could thrust my pussy back into his hold. “A dirty little slut?”
A dark chuckle. “Mydirty little slut. Come here and ride my cock like averygood girl.”
Chapter Twelve
Garrak
Stevie jumpedto do as I commanded, picking up one foot to put it on the couch beside me as I stroked my cock. But with her wet cunt in my face, I stopped her with my hand on her ankle and leaned forward.
Gods below, she looked fucking edible in that little piece of lingerie. The pale blue silk and sheer lace hugged her curves perfectly, her tits practically spilling out of the top, and her soft thighs begging for my touch.
She looked like a fucking goddess, and she was all mine.
I could see the glistening wetness between her thighs, the evidence of her arousal calling to me. I leaned in, inhaling deeply, the sweet scent of her need filling my nostrils and making my mouth water.
I had to taste her.
I extended my tongue, the ridges sliding along her soft folds, and she gasped, her body trembling. Her skin was so soft, so delicate, and I loved how she responded to my touch. I took my time, licking her leisurely, savoring the delicious taste of her arousal as I anchored her to the couch with my hold on her ankle.
My tongue circled her clit, teasing it gently. Her moans filled the room as I stroked her, my tongue applying just the right amount of pressure to cause her to writhe.
Because of our positions, any move she made pulled herawayfrom me, and it became a bit of a game: I would tease her until she began to squirm, then she would realize what she was doing and push back against my mouth with a gasp.
I tightened my hold on her tiny ankle possessively, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. Her breath hitched, and her hips moved, grinding against my face. Her pleasure was mine to control, and I reveled in the power of it.
I could feel her legs trembling, her body tensing as she approached the peak of her pleasure.
With a twist of my face, my tusk brushed against her sensitive folds, and I groaned out loud from the pleasure. MyKteerhowled in my chest, pleased by her response to me.
“Come for me, Stevie,” I growled against her, the vibrations of my voice adding another layer of sensation. “Let me taste your pleasure.”
My tongue flicked across her again…
And she did as I’d demanded. Her moans filled the room as she came hard, her hips bucking wildly against my face as she gripped my hair almost painfully.
I held her steady, my grip on her ankle unyielding as I lapped up every last drop of her sweet nectar. My cock was throbbing, ready to explode in my hold, but I held back.
This moment was about her, about bringing her to the heights of pleasure she deserved.
Soon, though?
Soon it would be my turn.
Finally my turn.
This wasn’t about the debt any longer. It wasn’t about my responsibility to care for her. It was about the way I’d felt when my friends had called her my Mate. The way myKteerpositively ached to claim her. The way I didn’t feel complete without her.
Only when Stevie was weak from pleasure, her body trembling and her breath coming in ragged gasps, did I guide her to my lap. Trustingly, she allowed me to arrange her until she straddled me, her eyes glazed with ecstasy.
