And suddenly?
Suddenly I wasrealglad I hadn’t told him my real feelings.
Instead, I bit down on my tongue to keep my stud from flicking against my teeth, and switched my attention tohis chest. My palms rested there, holding me in place atop his cock.
You’re my responsibility.
Is that whatMatemeant to him? That he would take care of me?
But…I could take care of myself.
Couldn’t I?
If I had blurted out that I loved him, I would have likely shriveled up because he didn’t love me.Couldn’tlove me, if he thought that’s what I wanted in life. Just to sit around on my ass and be cared for like a spoiled princess…
“Mate, you’re thinking too hard.”
At his stern tone, my gaze snapped up to his, and I saw the wry way his lips twitched.
“My cock is inside you, and you’re thinking of other things. There’s only one thing for it.”
Garrak dropped his hold to my hips, readjusting me. I felt his ridges slide along my inner walls, and I gasped at the sensation. God, he felt good!
But just when I thought he might be ready to fuck me again, he lifted me off his cock. I whimpered at the feel of him sliding from my suddenly empty pussy, and grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.
He lifted me from his lap, turned, and dropped me onto the couch by his side. I gasped as I fell backward, then Garrak’s big palm was pressing me against the cushions. My legs were still tangled around him as heshifted to the floor so he could lower his mouth to my pussy.
“Garrak!” I grabbed his hair. “What are you doing?”
His face was already in my curls. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
I jerked when one of his tusks scraped along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I lost the thread of whatever I’d been about to object to. “But…your cum…”
“You taste ofme, Mate.” His long tongue slid through my folds. “How could I object to that?”
Oh my God.
Seriously, was there any other male who would do what he was about to?—
I gasped, arching off the couch as his tongue slidinside me, curling to tease that spot that drove me wild.
Deciding to stop objecting—and comparing him to past, far deficient lovers—I held onto his hair and ground against his face.
Garrak’s fingers and tongue made short work of my pussy, sending me right back to the heights I’d been experiencing with his cock. With his fingers inside me, he locked his lips around my clitoris, and I came again.
“Garrak!”
I felt him grin proudly against my pussy, and heard that strange purring from his chest, and knew he’d ruined me for all other males.
Yes, he was the best thing to ever happen to me. He was my Mate, and I was his, and…
I tugged his hair to pull him up to me.
I couldn’t think straight with the pleasure coursing through my body like this. His fingers were still in me, my pussy still straining for him. I wanted this. I wantedhim.
But I also wanted to figure out what I wanted for the rest of my life.
Yes, Garrak was wonderful, but was I willing to consign myself to a life I didn’t want in order to be with him?
