“Mate, please.” I rocked against his face, and Wyn speared me with his tongue. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles creaking, and low, needy sounds kept escaping me. Wyn feasted, not rushing as he ate me and stroked my thighs with his tail. When he finally pulled away, I shoved my hips up, desperate.
“Not like this, Star,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to see your face.”
“Yes.” I rolled over and reached for him.
Wyn claimed my mouth in a lingering kiss, then settled between my thighs, his crystal blue eyes locked on mine. He guided his cock to my hole and pushed. I groaned at the warm stretch, more than ready for my mate to be inside of me. He didn’t pound into me fast, but rather moved at a sedate rate, allowing me to feel every fragment of him. When his hips hit my butt cheeks, all the previous tension eased out of me and left me loose beneath him.
He pulled out, then thrust back in. I groaned, hooking my legs around his hips. Wyn grabbed my hands, interlacing our fingers, and his eyes never left mine as he slowly rutted into me.
When he was fully seated inside of me again, Wyn rolled his hip, making me moan. “Do you feel me, Mate?”
“Yes.” I squeezed his fingers.
He pulled out and then snapped his hips into me, making me grunt. “Do you feel this?”
“Yes. I feel you.”
Wyn lifted my hand and placed it over my sternum. “Because I’m here with you.”
My eyes landed on the bare skin over his soul, the scales forever adorning my forearm. “You are.” I turned his hand around and pushed his claws into me. “I want you to have them, Mate.”
His breathing increased.
“I want you to take them.”
“And I will.”
I smiled.
“After they are medically removed and free of blood, so I don’t faint. Or vomit.”
I chuckled, and Wyn grinned.
“That will be fine,” I said. “I want you to wear mine as I wear yours.”
“I will be your shield, as you are mine.”
“Wyn.” I rocked back into him, my cock throbbing and my hole fluttering around his shaft. My mate got the hint and started to fuck me again in long, smooth strokes that left me shaking and grunting. “I need to come. I need to touch myself.”
“No, Monqilcolnen.” He pounded into me, hitting the spot that had electricity flashing in my eyes. “I want you to come like this, just from my cock.”
I groaned.
“Or try. I want to see it.”
“Mate,” I panted as he kept thrusting into me, still not in a rush. Wyn. He was staring right at me, teeth buried in his plush bottom lip and eyebrows pulled together. Mine. He was mine, and he was right here. With me. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never.”
“I need you.” I hated the vulnerability in my voice, but I couldn’t control it.
“I need you, Star, and I always will.”
“Wyn,” I moaned.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and I met his gaze. “Come for me. Let go, and let me see.”
My lower back tingled and my balls tightened, then Wyn hit me deep, and I cried out. Pleasure, low and hot, washed over me, and my cock kicked as seed spurted out of the tip. My hole rippled around his cock, squeezing him. Wyn whined as warmth flooded my insides.
