I ground myself against her, still wanting in deeper, needing to possess her completely. I laid my body over hers, pressing every inch of my skin that I could against hers. I guided her arms over her head, covering them with my own as I threaded our fingers together.
My chest was slick with sweat, and I rubbed it over her puckered nipples. When I slowly rocked into her like that, she shivered, her eyes wide with wonder. The next thrust was almost too much when we were like this. Together in body, mind and soul.
“So fucking good,” I murmured, marking her jaw, cheeks and neck with my scent, rubbing my tusks all over them. “Perfect,” Irasped.
The friction of her pussy was delicious, and every movement of my hips intensified it. She arched beneath me, gasping.
“I need you, Savla.”
I was more than happy to oblige. I lifted my face to press my lips against the skin where she wore my mark. Her little body strained against me, pleasure building inside her with each thrust. She was going to come again.
I bit into her skin, my fangs piercing her mark. And she came hard, screaming from the strength of it. Over and over, her pussy clutched my cock, demanding what I had to give to her.
I snarled into the bite, driving harder, deeper. The base of my spine tingled and that was it. I was coming inside of her, thrusting deep, keeping my fangs clamped against her mark. I pressed our entwined hands down, pinning her to the mattress as I bucked between her thighs.
Her head thrashed with every surge of my hips and then she was coming again, harder and wetter. She cried out again, her voice hoarse as she ground the front of her body against mine. My cock throbbed inside her, spurting more cum than I ever had before. Marking my female with my scent and cum in every way I could.
I kept up my thrusts, my hips jerking and rolling into her, moaning against my mark, fucking her through her aftershocks.Myaftershocks. I’d never felt that much pleasure in my life.
My heart was thundering against her, and between exhalations of breath against her damp neck, I kissed her marked skin. “You’re everything, Zoga. Absolutely everything.”
I felt her smile against my temple as she tangled her fingers into my hair.
Chapter 46
Savla
By the time we reached the gathering hall, Hanna’s hand was already in mine. I didn’t remember taking it and I didn’t remember deciding to hold it. I just… needed it.
Her fingers were warm, small against my palm, her thumb brushing the base of mine in slow, unconscious sweeps. The bond pulsed with every touch, quiet and steady, like it approved.
Everyone else noticed immediately. Because of course they did.
Zara elbowed Tasia so hard the witch nearly toppled. “Look! Look at them! So domestic.”
I was going to murder my best friend. And I’d be sure to make it slow and thorough.
Enka let out the world’s most dramatic gasp. “Oh Gods, they’re holding hands like they just merged their bank accounts.”
I stiffened, uncomfortable with the sudden acute attention, but Hanna snorted, squeezing my hand so I wouldn’t pull away.
Krusk grunted, “Leave them. It’s good for him to socialize once a year.”
I groaned, rolling my eyes, squeezing Hanna’s hand back so she knew I was okay.
“I socialize,” I argued.
Enka patted my shoulder. “Sure, big guy. You totally do.”
Ribbon hopped ahead of us and immediately plopped his enormous body onto the center of the huge dining table—the place Darak had laid out the plans for the houses that we would be constructing in Kragor Lake.
The clan was expanding and with more younglings already on the way, we were going to need the space to raise them. I couldn’t wait to move to the mountains.
The city wasn’t where I’d wanted to be. I was grateful I’d been here so I could meet my mate, but now I wanted to take her and build her something that we could make intoours. Intohome.
Dristan sighed. “Savla, your toad’s claiming the property.”
“He’s securing it,” I said, rubbing his massive flank. “For us.”
