But then my hand was trailing down his chest, across his firm abdomen, to rest on the waistband of his laced trews.
Familiar pleasure was rising, and I moaned with it. Kaldur fed and fed, and I never wanted him to stop. Not until he had taken his fill.
It didn’t have to mean much, I decided. My body had become this animal, with animal needs and desires, from the very first moment he’d touched me two months ago. I’d missed that touch. All I wanted was to feel it again, to let it soothe this pinching ache inside me.
The pleasure from his feeding registered, and I moaned with abandon.
“I want you,” I confessed, “somuch. I hate it.”
A low rumble built in his chest when I pressed my hand against his hard cock. He was hot and pulsing, even through his trews, and desperation rose, matching the pinching pleasure. Between my thighs, my clit fluttered and throbbed, my pussy squeezing around where he should’ve been filling me.
I’d forgotten the wildness. The madness. Theneed.
Only this time, it felt so much worse. It was ratcheting up, building, building. Amplified by the wasted time when we’d been apart.
“Take everything from me,” Kaldur rasped against my throat.And I shivered when I felt his hot tongue lick at the spilling blood from my neck. “Take it all, my love.”
My breath whistled at the endearment, but I tried to ignore it. No, this didn’t mean anything. This was for Kaldur and for me. But it didn’t have to be anything more than a feeding and the satisfaction, pleasure, and release from sex. We both needed that.
Kaldur’s fangs returned, the sweet rush of his venom making my back arch, my belly pressing into him. With shaking hands, I ripped at the laces of his pants, knowing there was no need for shyness when it came to this. I knew what I wanted from him.
When his cock sprung forth and my hands wrapped around him, another rough groan tumbled from deep in his throat, his hips bucking, twitching beneath me. Hot and hard, like suede-wrapped steel.
The swollen tip of his cock was slick with his need, and for a brief moment, the urge to lick him there was nearly overpowering. But I didn’t want to stop him feeding, so I ran my thumb over the wet slippery mess, hearing his breath hitch. A rough whimper left him, and I’d never heard a more arousing sound as more pre-come replaced what I’d teased away.
His feeding grew even more ravenous, and his hand came up to slide into my hair, holding me in place when my head threatened to loll backward.
“More,” I whispered, my eyes focused on the trimming of the balcony door next to us. “More, Kaldur.”
His other hand came to my nightdress, pushing it up my thighs. That hand squeezed at my flesh, at every inch he uncovered, until I felt the cool rush of air across my hot, slick pussy.
I pressed the searing head of his cock against where I needed him most, tearing another ragged groan from his throat. He unlatched his fangs, pulling back to look down at us. His hand came to my pussy, his fingers teasing over the sensitive flesh.
“No,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. I took his head, pressed it back to my neck. “More.”
I could actuallyfeelhis strength returning. It was beginning to vibrate through every sinew of his body, energy flooding into him like he’d been struck by lightning.
It made me realize just how much he’d been denying himself. I’d forgotten what this strength had felt like. The firm press of his hands, the way his muscles swelled beneath me. He was ravenous, and I could help sate him.
He began to feed again as waves of pleasure rolled through me. And I moved with it, swirling my hips, seeking his length.
With parted lips, I tilted my head to look between us without dislodging his fangs, pressing my forehead against his bare shoulder. I licked at his skin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and natural musk. And it drove mewild.
I lifted my hips, pressing his cock head at my entrance…and then I wiggled around, swirling my hips in time with his deep draws, until his cock began to sink in.
A strangled sound reverberated against my neck. My nipples even tingled with the sensation of his fullness, a full body shiver going through me as I guided him inside.
A nearly constant rough purr was rising from him now. As if his mind had finally turned off and he was only sensation.
There was a brief pinching tightness when I sank down deep. I’d only had sex with him once, after all. He wasbigand thick, but I was determined. I moved over him, tiny little pulses that felt good until I was able to slide down more and more. It helped that I was incredibly slick, the arousal from his touch and his venom practically making me mew with need.
I slid my hand down the rest of his length, feeling a large swelling at his very base. I knew it was his knot. A full-blooded Kylorr male’s knot. I’d felt it last time but thought there was no possible way to fit inside me.
When my entrance met the ring that my fingers made around him, I nearly grunted with the sensation of fullness.
“Fuck me,” came his rough growl, bordering on a plea. “Fuck your mate,kyrana, while I make you come with my bite.”
I nearly gasped, and my hips gave a short pump, lodging him even deeper, making him hiss in pleasure.
