Inan, zi-se des.“Yes.”
Her smile widened, encompassing his whole world. “Good.”
One more kiss was his last chance to avert the heartache he knew he was destined for, but he didn’t stop it, couldn’t stop her.
Maeve settled herself over his lap. Her lips parted on a pleased gasp as the seam of her cunt first kissed and then covered the underside of his cock. Hissing, Soren reached for her, filling his palms with her thighs.
The rhythm of her hips was hypnotic, an undulating wave that wetted his shaft from knot to cockhead. He bared his teeth, the pleasure too painful, but Maeve merely smiled, a goddess taking her due. Balancing with a hand on his abdomen, she used him to pleasure herself, lingering when she pushed forward to tease her clitoris on his head.
His tail thrashed on the bed, his wings quivering beneath him, but Soren held strong. He didn’t dare rush her, didn’t look anywhere but at her as she worked them both higher.
She rocked over him for an eternity, bathed in moonlight. He couldn’t decide if he wished for it to end or go on forever, the pleasure biting. His abdomen contracted with her every stroke forward, and eventually, his own hips began to rock, urging her forward again when she rocked back.
He didn’t know how or why she decided to have mercy and finish him off, but Soren watched in a daze as she finally reached between them to take hold of his overwrought cock. Her palm slicked up and down, a firm, jealous touch, as though she wasclaiming his very flesh.
There was no need—he was already hers. It’d been decided long ago.
Maeve clicked her tongue. “Come if you need to. I’m nowhere near done.”
Soren’s head fell back on the bed, and on her command, he painted her hand and his belly with spend. He thought he’d been coming for a while now, but the depths of a sharp orgasm caught him by the throat, pinning him down as surely as Maeve did.
“Good. So good,” she praised, earning herself another spurt of spend.
He might have laid there in a stupor, but she was good on her promise. She was nowhere near done, and neither was his aching cock. In a few strokes, she saw him through his orgasm and kept him riding that knife’s edge of another.
Hard enough to stand at attention without her hold, they both looked down to watch him throb and her hips lift above him.
Soren inhaled sharply, his body tensing. One of her hands reached to hold onto his forearm for balance while the other gripped him by the root, guiding him toward the promise of utter ecstasy.
He slid his hand up to her waist, holding her steady as she descended.
Her warmth kissed his cockhead before she began her push. Soren held his breath as he was totally subsumed. Every nerve fired, focusing on the searing heat that enveloped first his cockhead and then moved down his shaft.
He could hardly believe his eyes as he steadily disappeared inside her. Maeve’s nails dug into his forearm the further she sank, and Soren instinctively began to purr soothingly.
“Don’t push yourself,” he croaked.
Maeve bared her teeth in a ferocious smile. Her responsewas to fall further down his cock, her face pinched with determination to take him in a single downstroke.
It was excruciating to stay still, but Soren waited until he felt the soft graze of her against his knot before he released a breath. Maeve did too, her head falling back to her shoulders as she laughed once. Soren felt it along his cock, the vibrations and the way she clenched down on him.
Hissing a curse, he took hold of her hips, needing to keep her still. If she moved now, he’d—
Her hips crashed down to his on a reckless downstroke, and Soren roared her name.
His mind went blank, his vision white. She seared him from the inside out, immolated him in a ritual as old as time and reformed him in her fires. There was no time, no past, no world beyond their connected bodies. As their flesh met and melded, his two natures shuddered back and forth, claiming her for them.
Maeve was ruthless and divine, hips finding that enthralling rhythm again. She bobbed on his cock wantonly, a goddess unbound, and her wild smile waseverythingto Soren.
He couldn’t resist the sight she made, capturing one of her bouncing breasts in his grasp. She indeed fit perfectly in his palm, the hard point of her nipple scraping him, branding him. He returned the favor, scratching the underside with a claw.
She shuddered, clenching around him in a vicious grip. Her hand found his on her other side, and she dragged it across her hip to set his thumb at her clitoris. He growled, claiming the bud of nerves, pitilessly pressing it between thumb and cock as he rubbed circles along the hood.
Maeve’s mouth fell open, and her hips snapped down violently. Soren hissed as he felt—no, surely it couldn’t be—his knot push inside her. A feral noise fell from her lips, and her pace turned blistering.
“Soren,” she moaned, “Soren, Soren!”
“Inaná,” he answered, “come for me,inaná!”
