“You’re perfect.” Her voice is ragged but fierce. She threads her fingers into my mane and rolls her hips up to meet me. “More, Kol. All of it.”
I push the rest of the way in. The wet, tight heat of her body swallows the ridged length until my hips press flush against hers.
I am fully inside her.
I cannot move. I cannot breathe. The sensation is so overwhelming that my forehead drops against the curve of her neck and a broken, shuddering breath tears out of my lungs. Myglow blows out in a chaotic burst of golden light, illuminating the dust in the air around us.
She is everywhere. The heat of her. The scent of her. The wet tight grip of her body around the most sensitive part of mine.
“Move,” she whispers against my ear. Her fingers thread into my mane. “Rock your hips. Slow.”
She rolls against me and I follow her lead, my hips beginning to move in a slow, grinding rhythm.
I pull back fractionally. Push forward. The ridges drag against her inner walls and she makes a high, shattered whine that destroys me.
“Again,” she gasps. “Just like that.”
I do it again. And again. Each slow, grinding stroke teaches me something new. The angle that makes her gasp. The depth that makes her fingernails dig in. The rhythm that makes her legs tighten around my hips and pull me deeper.
The second shaft remains unseated, but the curved length of it drags hot and slick against the soft flesh of her rear with every thrust. The dual friction is devastating. Every time I drive forward, the second tip catches against the cleft of her cheeks, sending sharp, blinding shocks up my spine.
The wet, driving sound of our bodies fills the alcove. I drive into her in deep, grinding rolls. Every thrust pushes a ragged moan out of her throat. Every moan rips through my chest like claws.
“Eh-ree-kah.” I chant her name in the mindspace, the syllables tearing up my throat. “Eh-ree-kah. Eh-ree-kah.”
She pulls my face down to hers and presses her mouth to mine with a slick, open-mouthed hunger that tastes of salt and dust and her.
Her internal walls begin to spasm.
The tight, rapid contractions clamp down around the thick ridges, creating a friction so perfectly agonizing that my body decides the battle is over.
I throw my head back, my body stiffening.
A deep grunt rumbles my chest as my body is breaking open. I do not know what the shattering release is. I only know that I am sharing my essence with her, a scalding, thick liquid flooding the deepest parts of her body. It pours into her, a deluge designed to fill her completely.
Beneath us, the second shaft throbs against the cleft of her rear, spurting its own thick, hot stream directly onto the furs.
Eh-ree-kah clamps down against me, her thighs shaking before she suddenly collapses beneath me, boneless, gasping for air, trembling.
I wrap both arms around her and roll us onto our sides so my weight does not crush her. I press my face into her mane, her face, her neck, breathing in the overwhelmingly sweet scent of my mate.
We stay locked together, panting.
And then, something monumental breaks open.
I feel her entry like something piercing through a mountain of rock.
The mindspace crashes into existence around her.
Iseeher. I hear her. Ifeelher.
I look down at my mate, and I can look out of her human eyes.
I do not see the terrifying dra-dam the rest of the clan sees. I see the male who sat quietly by the fire. I see the huge, gentle hands that carved a smooth stone while she slept. I see a lonely, desperate creature who slept on the cold stone floor just to breathe her scent.
Eh-ree-kah stills. She tilts her head and looks up at me, her dark eyes glinting in my dim light.
“Kol?” Her mental voice rings out clearly. It is sharp. Confused. Different from when we pressed brows together.
