“I want you to fuck me too.” And if it wasn’t permanent, I’d be shimming out of my pants already. I lean in and lick the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum.
He gasps, but doesn’t stop me. “If you keep doing that…”
I know exactly what will happen if I keep going. So that’s what I do, aware that no one has ever sucked his dick. I lick and tease as he strokes. The head of his cock pushes past my lips as he thrusts into his hand. And I watch him fall apart as he comes in my mouth.
I swallow what I can, but some spills over my chin.
He pushes me back onto the bed, kissing me, and pressing his fingers to my pussy like he wants to delve inside. His tongue fucks my mouth, like he doesn’t care about the taste of his own cum on my tongue. Lust pools in my belly.
“That’s it princess, come for me again. I can’t taste you, but I can revel in your moans.”
It all becomes too much. My body curls as I come, and he keeps going drawing another one out of me. My heart is beating fast and I’m barely breathing. Yva flops onto the bed next to me, one leg thrown over mine as though he doesn’t plan on letting me go.
Instead of being trapped, I feel safe. Like this is where I belong.
16
YVA
Iwake up early again, even though Harper has slept in my bed for the last four nights, because I’m not used to having anyone in my bed. My meq is hard and aching to be buried in her soft, wet heat. The more time we spend together, the more certain I am that I want her as my mate. But as much as I want that, she hasn’t chosen me, and I can only drop so many hints and suggestions.
My brothers are waiting for me to announce that Harper has chosen me. They are teasing me that perhaps she’s not that interested. That is a lie.
She was worried about me and how the bond will affect me, but she is worried about being hurt.
Every morning I wake up next to her, the more I don’t want what is growing between us to end. I don’t want to wake up alone again. How do I prove to Harper that I won’t hurt her and that I will do everything to make her happy?
She says it’s just biology.
According to Chloe, that is correct. She has been studying our biology. It is because of her we have been able to prove human nutritional requirements are not the same as ours, so we arenow allowed to hunt for ourselves. Our first hunt is for our feast, which has been approved.
Everyone seems to be happy. Though Hrad does not seem to be interested in anyone and seems to be quite content on his own. I am worried about him. If I am chosen, then he will be the only unmated warrior.
I pull Harper closer and kiss the back of her neck. I want to be naked next to her. Sliding my cock between her thighs. Instead, I press against the curve of her ass.
“Is it time for me to get up?”
“Almost.” She won’t leave clothes in my room, preferring to leave early and return to her room to shower and dress for the day. She could shower here, with me…though I suspect that will be dangerous.
Her hand covers mine, and she drags it over her belly. I know where to find her pleasure bump through her pajama pants. I rut against the curve of her ass, my fingers circle and tease as her body writhes and she comes.
“I love hearing you come, princess.” I growl in her ear in my language. It doesn’t matter what I say, she seems to like my words when they are low and rough.
She whimpers and gasps with each climax I draw out of her. It’s only when she tears my hand away from her too sensitive pleasure bump that I let go, gripping her hip and grinding against until I find release, spilling in my underwear.
The only reason I wear the stupid human undergarments is to catch my cum so I don’t make a mess of my sleep pants. But it does mean I need a shower.
Every morning, I hope that she will roll over to face me, kiss me and tell me that she has chosen me.
She does roll over and kiss me, but she doesn’t say the words that I want to hear and it is wearing on me.
I trace her cheek and run my thumb over her lip. “Is this not what you want?”
Am I not what she wants? I can’t keep doing this. It was never meant to go this far without being chosen.
“It is…” she frowns. “But I am not a princess. I work in the laundry.”
“So do I, because I am no longer a prince.”
