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Time passes as I learn exactly how to pleasure my mate and what provides her the most enjoyment. What makes her breath catch. What causes little reaction. I commit them all to memory, including the speed, pressure, and direction in which to touch her.

Because my own need grows, I reach down and squeeze my cock to keep my release abated. Iris is lost in desire and she thrashes. Moans of pleasure fall from her lips and pride swells within me that I am the one to create the throaty sounds.

Without touching my mouth slit to her or bringing my mouth claws close enough to scratch her, I stretch out my tongue and curl it around her beaded nipple. She grips the furs within her fist and cries out hoarsely. Iris arches into my touch and I change the way I touch her clit. Like my cock, her swollennub has grown harder and then, her body tenses and a shudder rushes through her.

Iris calls out my name and I nearly spend. Beads of water glisten on her brow and the rest of her skin shimmers with a layer of the wetness. My hand is soaked and I revel in the fluid that coats it. She releases a happy sigh and a satisfied smile appears on her lips.

Drowsy eyes open and it takes several beats for her to focus on me. At last she does. Her pale cheeks darken, but she does not look away.

“That was beautiful.”

“Yes, you are.”

She strokes my face. “I hope we’re not done though.”

I shake my head. “Not unless you wish to be.”

“I do not wish to be.”

Chapter 25

Iris

No orgasm has ever been as powerful as the one Kala just gave me. My heart pinched with a minor pain when he bit off his claws. Sorin has told me how important they are to Krijese because they make powerful weapons. Although they no longer battle each other, I am sure it must have been difficult to remove them. I do not wish for Kala to regret anything that happens between us.

I’ve avoided looking at his cock—other than the quick peek I took when he first removed his pants—but knowing we’re not finished I let my gaze drift down to it. I hadn’t misjudged its size the last time I saw it. Only up this close it’s even more intimidating. But it also makes my core throb with need and want.

Without thinking I reach down to touch it. Kala sucks in a breath and freezes. I jerk my gaze up. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head sharply and only once. “No. Your touch is perfect.”

Already he is not always easy to understand, and his words are difficult to make out in their harsh, guttural gravelly sound, but I know what he says. My cheeks grow hot with the praise, but a womanly pride fills me up that I’m able to please my man. That I can make him teeter on the edge of control. He says my touch makes him powerless, but for me, the opposite is true.

Gaining confidence knowing he likes what I did, I wrap my hand around his length and slowly stroke up and down like he had done to himself the other night. My fingers don’t touch each other and a small tremor ripples through my pussy.

“Am I doing this right?”

That rough sound of amusement he makes rumbles out of him. “Also perfect.”

Considering I’ve never done this before, I’m not sure that’s true, but I take the compliment and continue doing my best to learn what pleases Kala the way he studied which of his touches did the same for me. I stroke his full length and wonder at the bulge at the base of his cock, above the two sacs. Is that supposed to go inside me, too? Swallowing down my nerves, I keep moving my hand in an awkward motion.

Kala grips my hand within his. “Tighter. Faster. Like this.”

He clamps down and I worry I’m holding and stroking him too tightly, but his head falls back and a sound of pure ecstasy leaves him. Since it’s clear he’s enjoying what I’m doing, I continue, but change the pace and pressure in which I stroke him while I try to find the combination that makes him lose control.

It isn’t long before I find the rhythm that brings the most reactions from him. Guttural sounds rumble out of him and the vibrations travel straight to my clit, increasing my own arousal.Together, we soar toward the clifftop. The tightening pressure within me mounts, but I push it away, because I want Kala to come first.

With only a few more strokes, he goes rigid and his cock jerks. Ropes of seed erupt from the tip to splash onto his stomach and cover my hand. The sight of it triggers my release and I let myself go. My body trembles and shockwaves ripple through my core. The air, otherwise warm, is cool over my damp, sweat-slicked flesh.

I drop kisses over Kala’s face, careful to avoid his tusks. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tightly into him. For several minutes, neither of us speak, merely bask in the afterglow of what surely is love. I glance down and am shocked to discover he’s still hard and the swollen base of his cock pulsates. I lift my head to meet his gaze.

“What is this?” I reach for him, but stop just before I touch the thickened segment.

“It is my knot. Once I am inside you, it locks us together until it is ready to release us.”

I swallow, because I suspected as much, and I’m already not sure how Kala’s going to fit. He strokes my cheek with his now clawless finger.

“We will go slow.”

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