Leda moaned, her hips rolling as I suckled the nub. I reached up with my right hand and rolled her nipple with my thumb. Her hand covered mine as I pinched the tip between my thumb and index finger, tugging lightly.
“Bo!”
She rode my face the same way I imagined her riding my cock, her hips rolling and shifting as she chased her pleasure. I watched her breasts jiggle and bounce as she moved, and my cock grew harder.
With a loud cry, Leda threw her head back, her damp hair wild around her face, and climaxed on my mouth. I licked and sucked her through her pleasure, pushing her past it and toward another.
Last night, I discovered that I could bring her over the peak two or three times in a row if I followed the cues of her body.
Leda’s moans grew louder and longer as I hooked my hands around her thighs and pulled her deeper into my face. She followed the guidance of my hold and rocked against my tongue, coating my face with her desire.
A few moments later, she went rigid, and her hands locked on my horns as she began to quake wildly over me.
“No more,” she whined when I ran my tongue over her slit again, already planning to push her to one more peak.
At her words, I lifted her off my face and moved her to straddle my waist. Her body collapsed on top of me, her head tucked just beneath my chin. Her smooth, bare skin felt luxuriously cool against my chest and stomach. Except for the wet, hot slide of her cunt along my abdomen.
She shifted, and my cock prodded her ass. A choked sound escaped me when she wiggled down a little more until it was pressed between the cheeks of her ass. The tip beaded at the press of her flesh against my shaft.
She lifted her head and surprised me by pressing a kiss to my mouth. Her cheek dropped back down as she snuggled into my chest, and moments later, her breathing evened out in sleep.
My mating instincts were soothed for the moment because my female was in my arms, and she had not only wanted mytouch, but she had also allowed me to bring her pleasure and pleasured me in return.
Hope swelled in my chest.
Maybe Masu was right.
Maybe I could convince Leda to stay with me.
Maybe she could want me in return.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Leda
I woke up in the same position I’d fallen asleep in—sprawled over Bokkan’s torso. I waited to feel regret for asking him to touch me the night before, but found that I didn’t.
He might look terrifying, but he was the kindest, sexiest man… well, male, I’d ever met. He took care of me with no expectation of reciprocity. I found that the more he did that, the more I wanted to do the same for him.
For a split second, in the blissful haze of post-orgasmic sleep, I half-wished I could stay here with him forever.
Then reality reasserted itself, and I slid off his body and out of the bed. The fire had died down, so the bedchamber was even colder than it was the first night. Shivering, I scurried to the wardrobe and grabbed the thickest pair of trousers he purchased for me. They were loose and had a drawstring waist rather than laces.
I pulled on one of the bras. They were like the most comfortable sports bras I’d ever worn. Soft, a little stretchy, and supportive. The underwear was next. All of the sets were a light tan that nearly matched my skin tone. The imp at the storeexplained they didn’t dye the fabric because some humans didn’t react well to it.
I hurried to pull on the trousers, a comfortable long-sleeve shirt that resembled a loose T-shirt, and one of the sweaters Masu had brought me. Though I loved the human-size socks Bokkan purchased me, they weren’t quite as warm as the ones I’d made with his knit arm covers.
I slipped those on my feet, snagged my dagger and smaller knives, and padded into the bathing room.
When I came out a few minutes later with the dagger strapped to my thigh and the smaller knives tucked in my bra, Bokkan had turned over on his side in the bed and wrapped the furs completely around his body, almost above his head. Only the very top of his head and horns was sticking out.
I found myself smiling at the sight. With his bronze skin, black eyes, fangs, and being over seven feet tall, I never would have expected him to be cute at times. But, right now, he was.
Just as I was almost to the door, a guttural snore came from the bed, and I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling. It was strange he hadn’t snored at all the few nights we’d spent together so far, yet he was now.
I crept out of the bedchamber and headed downstairs. The kitchen was warm and smelled amazing when I entered. I made a beeline for the metal pot with a spout that Masu used to makeszite.Thankfully, it was still full.
