The heat emanating from her core drew me closer, and I could no longer resist the primal urge to ravage her, to taste what she denied me. With a guttural growl, I gave in to my baser instincts.
“Z…” Her strangled cry ripped through the hut as I dove between her thighs. She was like tasting forbidden fruit, sweet and intoxicating.
Every soft moan that slipped from her parted lips fueled my ferocious hunger, propelling me deeper into a fervent need to satisfy her. I devoured her with an insatiable appetite, consumed by an intense craving for her succulent flesh.
Her muscles clamped around my invasion, her hips bucking against me. I lapped and suckled on her swollen nub, drinking in her sweet nectar as my fingers worked her slick tunnel. Her essence coated my tongue as I drank her in, devouring every drop she willingly offered.
The scent of her reaching the pinnacle of pleasure engulfed me, and I knew she was close. I yearned to prolong this moment, to stretch it out for eternity, but she was too far gone. Her toes curled, her body tensed as her climax tore through her. I savored the flavor of her peak flooding my mouth, and eagerly lapped and devoured every drop of her release.
A surge of pride and possessiveness coursed through me as she cried out my name.
Mine!
Chapter Seven
ROWAN
Ifisted the covers in both hands as Zikkar licked and nibbled at my sensitive folds. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine while he teased me with his tongue, circling and flicking over my clit before delving inside me with expertise. The intense pleasure radiated out from my core and spread to every inch of my body.
Zikkar's hands held me close as he worshipped me, one on my waist and the other caressing the inside of my thigh. I arched upward, my hips bucking against him as he devoured me.
The pleasure swirled and coalesced into something I could no longer contain. My body tensed, muscles contracting as my entire being exploded in a wave of white-hot bliss. A tidal wave of electric shocks raced through me, the heavy purring pumping from his chest vibrated against my clit like an expensive toy. Every nerve ending ablaze as I unraveled under his expert machinations.
Zikkar was far from finished with me, drawing out my orgasm until I gasped for air and begged for mercy. Spent and sated,I collapsed onto the bed, my body buzzing with satisfaction. Zikkar looked up my body from where he lingered between my thighs, a mischievous grin wet with my juices lent to a knowing look that he had brought me to new heights of pleasure.
Well, two could play at this game.
“Your turn,” I purred and eased off the cot, patting the spot where I just laid.
He sat on the edge of the cot with a perplexed wrinkle of his brow. I planted a hand on his chest and urged him backward.
“What do you mean to do, female?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
I knelt between his spread knees, the soft texture of the fur rug tickling my skin. I reached for the hem of Zikkar's kilt with trembling fingers. “Returning the favor,” I murmured, my voice a mix of wonderment and intimidation.
What would he look like under his kilt?
“Rowan...” Zikkar's curse was a low growl, his silver eyes flashing with a feral light. The normally reserved tech had crumbled under the weight of raw desire. Wild eyes accompanied an untamed growl that rumbled deep within his chest. The facade of civility and control shattered as he became a feral creature, driven purely by carnal urges.
His words were cut off as I tugged his kilt up and over lean hips, revealing a sight that took my breath away. He wore no undergarments. Thick and pulsing with need, his cock stood proudly from his body, thick and veined. It was a marvel of creation, large and imposing.
A jagged ridge ran down its length, resembling a spine, giving all new meaning toribbed for her pleasure.The head flared slightly larger than a human's, crowned with a delicate ridge that promised new sensations. Silky pearls of pre-cum leaked from the slit in the top, trailing down the thick shaft to puddle at an impossibly wide base. Adorned with triangularly shaped ribs, my sex clenched imagining what those would feel like raking across my swollen clit.
“Rowan, what…” Zikkar sucked in a harsh breath when I wrapped my fingers around his engorged flesh.
“Just lay back and enjoy.” I flicked my tongue under the ridge of his bulbous tip.
“Fucking Helios.” Zikkar barked out a curse and nearly flew off the cot. “What are you doing to me?”
It was so out of character for him to use foul language, and I would have chuckled if it wasn't for the blend of ecstasy and bewilderment making his eyes sparkle like diamonds.
“You’ve never been treated to a blow job?”
“No,” he barely managed though ragged breaths. His scales went wild with a myriad of flashing blues, whites, and silvers.
I may not be his first, but I would be his first in this. It thrilled me to know Rose had never indulged him in this pleasure. I would be the first to give him oral, so it was crucial I blew his mind.
He strained into my touch as I traced my fingers down the length of the spine to brush across the triangular ribs at his base. Then it was my turn to gasp. The ribs I thought were speed bumps for my aching clit, erected into arrow-like projections.
