Ghauro
There was nothing I could do to refrain my lips from crashing against hers. To hold her tighter as she blindly and frantically placed more baraghu flowers in my hair.
“Tell me you will stay,” I begged against her mouth as her tongue tried to reach for mine.
Melanie gasped when I bit down on her bottom lip, pulling softly, sucking at the soft flesh like I desperately wanted to do on the one between her legs. “I’ll stay. I promise.”
She would stay, and she loved me.
My cock twitched in my pants and my little mate noticed. She leaned back, her gaze glassy as she held mine and rocked her hips. I wanted to pull her outside and claim her under the stars. Under the eyes of the gods, the ears of my clan—not to give anyone any doubts about Melanie being mine.
The moan that broke free from her throat when I tilted my hips and my length pressed against her center was my undoing.
In a heartbeat, I flipped her on her back and pushed the fabric of her dress to the sides, revealing her glistening center. “Are you mine,assa perti?” I asked, as I settled between her thighs. The shuddering breath escaping my lips fanned over the wet, sensitive spot that demanded my full attention and prickles erupted on the skin of her legs.
“I’m yours, Ghauro,” she breathed out. “Your mate. I’m not going anywhere.”
The sounds she made as I feasted on her arousal only spurred me on. I swirled my tongue around her clit only to push it inside her tight channel, revelling in her now familiar taste. When she grabbed my horns and rubbed herself on my face, her back arching off the floor and voice broken in a cry, my cock throbbed, cum leaking out and soiling my pants.
“Fuck me, Ghauro,” she whispered after pulling me back to her face, kissing me softly, hooking her legs behind my back. “Please, fuck me…”
She slid her hand from my horns to my chest and I growled as she reached for the waistband of my pants. “You are not in heat. I do not want to—”
“You won’t hurt me,” she pleaded, her breath short. “Humans can have sex at any time, remember?”
She fumbled to free my length and I let her, watching her face as her eyes fell on my cock, hard and glistening from the effect her pleasure had on me. Her throat bobbed, cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink while her hand wrapped around it and gave a few slow strokes.
“I do not think that I can be…gentle.”
In fact, I was sure I could not. I have been craving to bury myself in her tight heat since I saw her for the first time in that room full of people. And, since the first time she came at my hand, I have been desperate. Desperate to pound into her and watch the tears of pleasure streak down her face again, while she screamed my name until her voice was raw. This female had no idea of the depraved thoughts running rampant in my mind. No idea of thepowershe had over me.
Her face and chest flushed. “I don’t want you to be gentle. Notnow.”
My breath stuttered. Melanie was as desperate for me as I was for her.
Fueled by the primitive need to own and claim her body for myself, I flipped her on her hands and knees and straightened up at her rear, parting the fabric once more to let it fall on each side of her body.
Tauri females did not have the same shape and the sight of her narrow waist, wide hips and perfect round ass was enough to chase the last of my resolve out of my mind.
She whimpered and arched her back in invitation when my tip pressed against her entrance. Stars dotted my vision as I pushed myself inside, my hands gripping at the perfect shape of her wide hips for leverage.
“Oh fuck—” she moaned, nails scratching against the wooden floor, the side of her face pressed on the ground between her hands. “Yes…God, please, yes—”
“The gods are not the ones claiming you right now,assa perti.” I pushed deeper, fighting my way through the tight fit. Her core clenched at the sound of my voice,and another high-pitched whimper escaped her. “If you are to beg someone for pleasure, it shall be me.”
I stilled and pulled back, overcome by the need to start thrusting even though I was not entirely filling her yet. “Deeper,” she breathed out. “Please, give me more.”
A grin stretched my lips as I stopped and pulled back again. “Who are you asking, Melanie? The gods, or your mate?”
“You,” she croaked. “Please, Ghauro—”
I roughly pushed through the last inches and stilled as she cried out, her whole body trembling under my touch.
“Fuck, you feel so goodassa perti.” One of my hands tightened on her ass-cheek before I gave it a soft but tight slap.
Her whole body clenched and she moaned. Was she really able to take in my rougher side?
“Are you ready for me to fuck you now, little mate?” I asked, pulling back slowly until only the tip remained inside.
