Page 53 of Claimed By the Krijese

My hand goes over his. “Thank you.”

“Are you ready to become mates?”

“Yes.”

Kala rolls us so he covers my body partially with his, but he doesn’t enter me. Instead, he plays with my breasts again, using all the knowledge he’s gained in such a short time to ramp up my pleasure. It doesn’t take long before I’m panting and wetness pools beneath me. Every time he plucks or pinches my nipples, there’s an echoing ping of pleasure between my thighs.

He drags his fingers away from my breasts and traces a path down my belly to my core. I arch up to meet him, needy for the pleasure only he can give me. A cry of desire falls from my lips when he makes contact with my clit. As though Kala’s always known exactly how to tease and tempt me, he does so with precision until I’m right on the edge of another orgasm. Before I know it, I’m falling and crying out his name.

I don’t have time to recover before he’s between my thighs. There’s a stretching sensation and burning. Tears prick my eyes and I stare into the swirling, dancing depths of his to give myself something else to focus on.

“I am sorry for the hurt I am causing.”

“It’s okay.” I stroke his face.

Kala pauses only briefly before inching farther inside me. He stops moving and I measure my breaths. I’m full in ways I never expected. Feeling him inside me is strange and yet oh so right at the same time. Like we were always meant to be one.

“Please,” I beg wanting us to take this last step in making us mates.

He hesitates, but then surges forward until he’s fully buried inside me except for his knot. I cry out and squeeze my eyes shut, a few tears escaping against my will. Kala tries to draw himselfaway, but I wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles at his lower back.

“No. Stay.”

He freezes and gives me time to adjust, all while murmuring sounds in a language that isn’t translating. Slowly the burning and aching eases, but the sensation of being full doesn’t. I run my hand and forearm over his shoulders and there’s so much tension in him. I glance at his face and it’s visible there too.

“I think you can move now. But go slow, please.”

“For you, anything,” Kala says through a tight jaw.

He shifts and I wait for the sharp, stabbing pain again, but it’s dull. I can tell how careful he’s being as he slowly withdraws. Not far enough to slip out of me, but close. He thrusts forward and pulls back, setting up a calm and gentle rocking motion with his hips that drives him deeper with each thrust. The pleasure I felt before is just out of reach and I don’t know how to recapture it.

“Touch my clit. Please.”

Kala does so immediately, not once pausing his thrusting motion. The dual sensations are just what I need, because I can feel the tension building again. It’s like a slow burning flame that needs careful tending or the fire will be snuffed out. My mate must sense the same thing, because he pulls out all the tricks. Soon, the maelstrom of sensations swirl like a gathering dust storm. Behind them is still a burning ache, but it’s overpowered by the tsunami that grows within me, soon reaching a pinnacle so high I’m afraid of how it will feel to fall. Yet, I know Kala will be there to catch me.

“You are taking me so well, sweeney.”

More wetness spills from me at the praise. He rubs my clit perfectly and I relax enough that he sinks a little deeper and I stretch more around the still thickest part of him. I want everything he has to give me, even if it hurts.

“Give it to me.” I tighten my leg grip around him and try to force him farther inside me.

“Stop, Iris, you will hurt yourself.”

I rattle my head. “I don’t care. I need you, Kala. Please.”

He fights against his instincts. It’s in the way the muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms bulge. I don’t give an inch though. Finally, in a single, powerful move, he jerks his hips and embeds the swollen base of his cock inside me, stretching my flesh around him. Warmth fills me and he roars out his climax. Tears spill out the corners of my eyes, but beyond the pain is the most beautiful feeling ever. The feeling of being whole. No one else could complete me like Kala. He doesn’t move, but holds himself perfectly still as his entire body covers and surrounds mine.

Kala’s breath is hot against the side of my face. I turn and kiss the knobby protrusion of skin where his tusks grows from. He lifts his head and stares down at me. The blurred vision of him through my tears is the most perfect sight.

“We are truly mates now,” I whisper harshly.

“True mates.”

I don’t know how long we lie there connected, but through the smoke-hole in the roof of the tent the second moon appears at last. Only then does Kala soften within me. Carefully he withdraws, but still I wince with the pain of it. I know the firsttime hurts, and I suspect it will again even the second time, but it’s worth it to be this close to him.

He sniffs the air. “You bleed.”

There’s a twinge of panic in his voice and I clutch his arm. “I’m okay. It’s to be expected.”

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