But when he kissed her and ran his hand down over her breast, towards her most sensitive flesh, the greedy pulsing of her pussy and the wetness that flowed from her core reminded her how much she wanted this – wantedhim.
She parted her legs farther, allowing him access, and Lukan pulled away for her enough to make room for his hand between their bodies. He braced himself on the other arm, muscles bunching, as he played the tips of his fingers around her clit in a tight spiral.
She gasped and moaned, and he pressed his mouth against hers and swallowed the sound.
“Does that feel good?” he murmured. “Is that what you need?”
She whimpered against his shoulder and he quickened his pace, flicking the sensitive nub until desire thrummed through her body in tight pulses.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he insisted. “Where you want me to touch you. Tell me you want me inside you, Talia.”
“Please…” she said. Her voice sounded drugged and desperate to her own ears. “Please, Lukan, I want you inside me.”
With a growl of satisfaction, he angled the head of his cock against her entrance and then with infinite, exquisite slowness, he began to push inside her. He worked his thick cock into her tight sheath inch by slippery inch, and she gasped at the sensation of him filling her up, completing her.
“Is that what you need, sweet Talia?” he growled as she clutched at his back, fingertips digging into his smooth flesh.
“Yes, Lukan…oh god, yes!” she cried as he started to move inside her, thrusting in and out with smooth, confident movements that inched her closer and closer to orgasm.
She writhed beneath him, breathless with sensation and anticipation, whimpering with need each time he pushed all the way inside her. The grinding of his pelvis against hers set her clit tingling, and the stroke of his cock against her G-spot drew murmurs from her each time he withdrew.
As her breath became shorter and she hooked her legs behind his knees so he could thrust even more fully inside her, he dipped his head to graze her nipple with his teeth. When she panted with sharp desire, he bit down gently, drawing a helpless groan from her.
Her eager response made him shudder in response, and he quickened his pace, pumping in and out faster and harder until they were both mindless with desire.
“Lukan…” she panted desperately.
He groaned – a harsh, wild sound – and gripped her hips so he could slam inside her, tipping her over the edge into bliss even as he found his own release.
This time, when she came, Talia screamed his name.
Chapter Thirteen
“I can’t wait to see the city,” Talia said the next morning as she, Lukan, Mar-ee, Heather and Balbiran headed for the skimmer that would take them into Donnelle. She wanted to buy Cora Lee a present for her pair-bond ceremony, which would take place in three days.
It was a beautiful day, and Lukan’s heart was light. He couldn’t remember his heart feeling so light since…ever.
A cool, gentle breeze blew across the landing pad where the skimmer sat. Talia was wearing another dress made for her by Mar-ee, and it pleased Lukan to see it. It was soft and white and wrapped around her body, skimming and caressing it in a most delightful fashion. He loved that dress. He looked forward to tearing it off of her later that evening, after the meet-and-greet party.
“One thing that is common to females of all humanoid species?” Lukan observed to Balbiran with an amused look as the women climbed into the skimmer. “Their love of traveling to places of commerce and purchasing many items.”
“I heard that!” Talia yelled back at him. “I’d be annoyed at you if it wasn’t sorta true!”
“Lukan! I ask you to halt!” an angry voice bellowed at him.
Salvi. Of course.
Lukan turned to face his littermate with a sigh. Salvi was accompanied by five other members of the Wor-Lan pack.
“I will join you in just a moment,” he called out to Talia and the others, then stalked over to talk to his brother.
“I hear that you are going into the city to purchase a gift for the true mate of our greatest enemy,” Salvi said, his gaze hard and angry.
“You hear the truth,” Lukan said, nodding in agreement. “Except that perhaps soon they will not be our enemies.”
The men standing with Salvi gave Lukan cold, angry looks.
“And I hear that you will be attending their pair-bond ceremony next week.”
