The first order of business was to get him clean. I didn’t think he truly cared one way or another, but I wanted to take care of him as much as I possibly could. This wasn’t near enough. I was floundering, but I refused to fail him. Monqilcolnen was mine, and I loved him so much. I had to show him.
I pulled him into the shower and flicked on the stream that rained down on us like a waterfall. Pulling him closer, I tugged his face down to mine and kissed him. Monqilcolnen growled, gripping my waist, and lifted me up.
My back slammed into the rock wall, green leaves falling to the floor. Pain rushed through me, but it only stoked my arousal. Monqilcolnen did not even give me a chance to speak before he claimed my mouth in a brutal kiss. I surrendered to him. I belonged to Monqilcolnen, and he could do whatever he wanted to me.
My hard cock rubbed on his stomach while his prodded my entrance. I whimpered, wiggling. I wanted him inside of me, but this moment was about Monqilcolnen and my care of him.
He hooked an arm under my knee and forced my legs wider apart.
Ripping my mouth from his, I offered him my neck. “Take me.”
We had no lube, but I didn’t care if this hurt or not. In fact, part of me wanted it to hurt; part of meneededit to hurt. Monqilcolnen slotted his crown against my entrance and pushed. It burned so bad. My head fell back, and I whimpered.However, I slapped his butt with my tail, wordlessly telling him to continue, and he did.
Slowly, he pumped into me, spreading his pre-seed into my tight hole and easing the glide of his wide cock some. Still, it hurt so perfectly, I was gasping and squirming against Monqilcolnen, who had effectively trapped me against the wall of the shower.
There was no escape from him. Not that I wanted one.
I cried and moaned as Monqilcolnen brutally thrust in and out of my channel. The sound of our scales coming together in harsh slaps only excited me more. The warm water sluiced over us, raising my temperature until I felt as if I was burning with utter need. I had to have Monqilcolnen. He was mine. So completely mine, and I was his. I could never live without his steady presence beside me.
His grunts and snarls sounded in my ear as his hips slammed into me, each thrust forcing me further back into the rocks that scraped against my scales.
“Star,” I screamed, gripping him so hard I feared my claws would hurt him, but I couldn’t stop. The pain and pleasure were reaching unknown levels. At any moment I was going to implode.
Another shriek came out of me when Monqilcolnen slammed into me, spearing the cluster of nerves deep within me. My balls hugged the base of my shaft, my cock throbbed, and my hole clasped Monqilcolnen so tight.
Tears slid down my cheeks, mixing with the water cascading over us. I fisted the hair at the nape of his neck and mouthed sloppily along his jaw as constant moans escaped my lips.
“Star,” I cried, my release sweeping through me in a wave of fire. Spurts of seed painted my scales, only to be washed away by the water. He snarled and pounded into me one more time before he filled my channel with his seed.
Panting, I hugged him tight to my chest, not wanting him to slide out of me or separate in any way. He didn’t. Monqilcolnen carefully headed toward the bench and sat with me straddling his lap and his cock still buried in me.
“Are you well?” he asked, voice quiet.
I kissed him, my soul throbbing from the sound. I had missed it so much. I never wanted to go so long without hearing it again. “I’m fine.”
The harsh fucking would be felt for days, but I relished the thought of being sore from my mate claiming me, using me when he needed it most.
Monqilcolnen started nuzzling me, and I breathed in his scent, though the steam from the shower stole most of it away.
Pushing my fingers through his hair, I asked, “Areyouwell?”
He didn’t respond.
Perhaps it wasn’t a fair question. It hadn’t been long since he’d found out about his parents’ demise. I did not mind him mourning them—it was only natural. I was more worried about him leaving me behind. I could never allow that. He was my mate, and I required him for the rest of my life.
Monqilcolnen began scent marking me in truth, and I did not speak again. Instead, I held him tight to me and simply allowed us to be together.
When the instinct for intimacy passed, I started to lean up, and Monqilcolnen growled, biting my neck, which made me moan. Stars, I loved the feel of his fangs sliding into my skin. I knew it was damaging my scales there, and with the scars that had to be forming underneath, it was unlikely the scales would regrow if removed.
“Let me wash you,” I said, lips brushing his. “I want to treasure you.”
His expression tightened, but he released his harsh grip on my waist and helped me up, his cock sliding from my stinging holeand his seed beginning to drip down my thigh to the shower floor.
Chapter 59
You are my most precious.
My mate scrubbed my scalp with slow, gentle movements as he murmured soft words to me. I fought the urge to weep or yank him back into my arms. I was struggling. I knew it. I could feel the black hole of grief pulling at the frayed edges of my soul. At any moment, I would unravel and be lost. I tried clinging to my mate as much as possible, because Wyn was the sole thing keeping me from coming apart.
