It was the first time he’d ever called mekyranalike that. I found that I liked it entirely too much. Especially when he referred to himself asmymate. There was an animalistic part of me that preened with that knowledge.
It was the first moment where I realized I might have claim to him. Where he could bemineas much as I could be his.
That was a dangerous thought, however, so to distract myself, I rose up, releasing his cock and bringing my hands up around his shoulders for leverage.
I was still getting used to my pregnant body and the changes in it. My breasts, which had already grown larger, more sensitive. The imbalance of my weight. But it didn’t stop me from swiveling my hips over him, trying to get as much inside me as I could before it felt like he was lodged in my throat.
The pleasure of his feeding was coming to a cusp, surging me higher and higher. My movements over him might’ve been clumsy, but every thrust and bounce over his cock made him huff out a sharp exhale from his nostrils. His cock seemed to grow larger inside me, every inch sliding across places that made me tingle from the inside out, from head to toe.
His hips began to move, thrusting upward to meet my downward strokes until we were in perfect sync. Until every movement together made me see stars, as my heartbeat throbbed in time with the perceivable hungry pulls at my neck.
“Kaldur,” I gasped.
My orgasm crashed into me with just a little bit of warning. Then I was crying out my pleasure, which sounded nearly like a sob. My hips slammed down, chasing that ecstasy with abandon as Kaldur seemed to hold his breath, stilling beneath me.
Then he was bellowing against my skin, releasing his fangssuddenly, and I felt the surge of heat, of his come as it lashed against my innermost walls as I squeezed around him.
“Raazos’s blood,” he cursed with gritted teeth and harsh breath. “Gods, you feel so fucking good,dallia. I wish you could feel how good this is.”
I do,I couldn’t help but think desperately as my wide eyes sought him out.
“I’m so mad for you,” he growled. “All I want is more.”
“Take it all,” I breathed, finally getting the strength of my voice back when the orgasm began to fade. My limbs felt like jelly, and the whole world seemed soft and hazy, like I was high offlore. Or perhaps off the venom of his bite.
When I squirmed over him, he hissed. Thinking I’d hurt him, I gasped and tried to get off, but he held me fast, his fingers tight on my hips.
“Don’t you dare move,” he growled, meeting my eyes. Eyes so dark they were molten silver. “I told you…until dawn. Anddallia?”
“Yes?” I whispered.
“I’m still ravenous for you,” he warned.
CHAPTER 41
KALDUR
Iopened the door to Maudoric, who held a tray of food, fresh bandages, and a steaming pot of what I knew wasbaanye. I’d wrapped a blanket around my hips for Maudoric’s sake. Even still, I spied the relief in her eyes when she eyed my side, the wound already looking much better than it’d been an hour ago.
There was a jerkiness to my movements as I took the tray, as if I’d forgotten my strength and the stretch and pull of my muscles. I felt like my old self, and yet everything had changed.
Maudoric knew better than to speak to me when I was in this state. She merely inclined her head, relieved that I’d fed from mykyrana, and then left. She would sleep easier tonight.
I shut the door behind her, loosening the blanket around my hips, and it fell to the floor as I continued into the bedroom.
I nearly purred in contentment when I saw my mate, sprawled across the bed the wrong way. It looked like she’d dozed off in the brief moment I’d left, and I memorized her like this as I poured her somebaanyefrom the pot.
Her body was naked, her nightdress long tossed clear across the room. She was lucky I hadn’t shredded it. Her skin wasflushed, her lips reddened from my kiss, my bite adorning her neck.
My heart twisted looking at her. Beautiful. I knew I wouldn’t ever get tired of this view, and so I committed it to memory. Every soft curve of her body, including the one of my child, every wild wavy strand of her dark red hair.
The clinking of the cup against the pot woke her. She made a sound in the back of her throat, disoriented, as she peered at me.
“How long was I asleep?” she murmured, voice hoarse from her screams.
“Not long,” I replied.
Her eyes dragged over me, and I felt my cock—still hard—twitch with her perusal. Her observation felt as erotic as her touch. It skimmed over my body, the muscles swollen, surging after the feeding. Every sharp, cut line caught her attention, and I wondered if she was imagining drawing me like this. I saw her hand twitch, as if wanting her pencil, and nearly grinned.
