“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Only that I get my very own prince.” My own happy ending.
“Prince?” He’s not wearing his whisperer.
“Your mother is a chief, a ruler, which makes you a prince.” And if he’s a prince, does that make me a princess?
“Ah…is that important?”
I place my hands on his chest, loving the way he feels beneath my hands. “No, only that it’s like a fairy tale. Which isn’t going to mean?—”
“Like Cinderella? Did I say that right?”
“How the fuck do you know that story?”
“We tell stories around the fire while we eat the evening meal. The human mates shared the tales they grew up with and we shared some of our fables.” He tilts his head and looks at me. “I am more than happy for you to be my princess.”
He scoops me up like I weigh nothing and places me on the bed, then moves over me, caging me with his body. “Or would you prefer to be on top?”
“Um…this is good for the moment.”
“I have been informed that human women only have one pleasure bump, so if I am not finding it through your clothes, please let tell me.”
“Pleasure bump?”
He straddles my thighs and runs his hands over my breasts, my ribs and my hips. I want to take my clothes off, to hell with safety. His hand pauses over the junction of my thighs. “Where pleasure builds until you come?”
My brain catches up with his words. “Just one…your women have more?”
He nods. “I have several on my shaft. They became more pronounced after going through rut…” He hesitates. “Which is the start of the mating bond.”
“Rut?” The palm of his hand presses against me. I lift my hips to grind against him, showing him where my clit is and where I want to be touched.
“It is like a second puberty, because a mated warrior experiences physical changes.”
“Such as?”
“They become stronger, and their pleasure bumps become more pronounced.” He moves his hand, finding just the right spot with his fingers. “It has been much harder to continue beating my brothers when we fight, now they have mates.”
“Changes that will help you protect and please your mate.”
He nods. “I can smell your arousal, and I really want to pull down your pants and lick your pussy.”
As much as I would like him to do that, I don’t think either of us is quite ready for a permanent mating bond. “Why don’t you come here?”
I wrap my fingers around his biceps and tug him closer. He moves over me, supporting his weight with one hand. One of his thighs drops between mine and the hard length of his cock presses against my belly. I wiggle up the bed until it’s where I want it.
He roles his hips as if he is fucking me, and his lips find mine. My panties dampen, and I ache to be filled. I close my eyes and imagine him thrusting into me, stretching me.
Yva pushes my T-shirt up, and his mouth closes over my nipple. I gasp as he sucks. His hand cups my pussy, as if he intends to finger-fuck me through my clothes. I chase the edge, my eyes squeeze close, and then I come with a groan.
“I want to fuck you.” He rocks back, sitting on his heels, rubbing his hand over the straining length of his cock.
I sit up and tug his pants down, freeing his dick. Fuck. It is big and thick and does not look like a human dick. Thereare bumps along the top and a ridge along the underside. I can already imagine how good he’ll feel inside me, fucking me.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip.
He fists the shaft and strokes.
