Make me mindless,mariss,I thought, a new bead of silverypre-come dripping down the side of my shaft. Amaia watched it with fascination before she leaned forward, lapping it up.
I leaned back, an arrogant smirk crossing my features, one I didn’t feel. Settling in as I challenged her. “You’re certainly welcome to try.”
“Gladly,” she whispered, her head lowering, her own sensual smirk on her slick lips.
“Amaia,” I grated, fisting the furs beneath me, unable to stop moving. Torn between shoving her mouth over my fucking cock and exploding down her throat—finally—or letting her complete her twisted little experiment, one that both frustrated me enough I wanted to bellow and tantalized me enough I wanted to torture myself longer.
I loved it. I was mindless with it. I couldn’t form a single thought, a deconstructed form of myself whimpering beneath her, torn between prolonging this madness or letting her claim her victory. Even the furs beneath me felt too rough, my skin overly sensitized.
And truthfully, I didn’t know how much more patience I had left. The frayed strings of it had been thrummed so often that they’d all snapped like twine.
I’d lost count of the times she’d brought me close to the edge before she’d backed off. She was an erotic mess, her lips flushed red, her eyes wild with need. She’d been squirming herself between my legs, rocking her hips against the bed, as if she needed the merest stimulation to help relieve the burn between her lush thighs.
I could make her come in a single thrust, I knew. I could see the aching desire on display, her body so sensitive and stimulated as she dragged her nipples against the soft fur beneath her,desperate. She hadn’t expected tolikethis as much as she did, I knew.
No lover had ever edged me like this. Had ever dragged me up the climb of my orgasm so many times, only to leave me gasping for breath as I fought against ruining it.
There was a part of me that was nothing but a beast, one that wanted to take what my body so desperately needed.Release. Sweetfuckingrelease.
I envisioned flipping Amaia over, shoving my aching, sensitive cock deep inside her, using her pussy for my own pleasure. It would take nothing at all. One, maybe two pumps. I’d only need to feel the merest squeeze of her, and I’d begone.
Even now, as moment after moment ticked by, as the moonlight drifted across the floor, the merest whisper of her lips could have me poised at the edge.
I was a growling mess, bellowing out Hartan curses—which I could’ve sworn I’d forgotten after all these years—when she denied me again, but the only thing I hadn’t done was beg. We were locked in an erotic game, one neither of us wanted to lose. But as each promise of an explosive orgasm died, I didn’t know who wasreallylosing anymore. And I was perilously close to snapping.
My cock was throbbing. So hard it was almost painful. So engorged with blood that the head was nearly purple.
Amaia’s eyes were half-lidded when she looked up at me. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, my chest heaving, sweat glistening.
“Beautiful little monster,” I rasped. For a moment, we stared at each other.
Then Amaia’s grin spread. Tired—her jaw must’ve been aching—but delighted.
“Mylittle monster,” I growled.
That grin alone finally made me snap. I didn’t care if I lostthis drawn-out battle between us. I would gladly surrender if it meant finally gettingher. I needed to come. She did too.
And then when I’ve recovered, I will spank her sofuckinghard for this…until she promises to do it again,I thought, a dark need rising.She won’t be able to sit for a week.
Amaia gasped when I moved. I pushed her back, crawling over her until her head was hanging off the foot of the bed, and I had her thighs locked around my waist before she could blink.
“A-Alaryk,” she breathed.
With a bellow of relief, I pushed inside her slick cunt, hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck,” I rasped. Sensation assaulted me. The searing heat of her, the tight, seeking squeeze, my overly sensitive flesh rubbing inside her. “Ohfuck, Amaia.”
There wasn’t a thought in my mind—she’d banished them all. A sweet reprieve. I was nothing more than a rutting, mindless beast, and her slick, tight cunt was making me see stars.
Her sudden orgasm ripped through her. I felt every facet of it, every miniscule change. The shudder of her body. The tight twitch deep inside, the flutter of her cunt, the way her breath was ripped from her lungs.
My pelvis ground into her, stimulating her clit, my chest rubbing against the taut peaks of her nipples. Her face was scrunched up, a silent scream making her mouth drop open.
And when the spark of my own pleasure began, I was almost afraid what it would bring.
My roar echoed. My body felt ripped apart. Sublime ecstasy was between her thighs.
I’d never felt anything like it before as I chased it down. And all I could do was surrender to it, all I could do was let it drag me down before it brought me back to life.
