Page 30 of Seven is Swell

“Oh my gods. Oh my gods, oh my gods. You’re…fuck. Leo, I mean this in the nicest way possible, you’re fucking huge. I can’t…I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” she says with a strained voice, “but this might actually be a challenge for me. I've been double stuffed by August and Jackson, but this is pushing the limits of what my body can handle. Oh my gods. I don’t think the curse you swear by is real. A cock like this is nothing but a damn miracle.”

I exhale in relief. She enjoys me. She isn’t about to reject me and tell me to fuck my fist instead. Not that I would blame her because I have both girth and length working for me, or against me perhaps depending on perspective, but her body squeezes me to perfection.

I feel the slick of her natural lubrication leaking onto me, easing my passage, encouraging me to pull back and slide back in.

With each subsequent thrust inside her body, I slide easier, until I’m bottoming out and her body is more adapted to the size of me and starts to welcome me in.

I can’t ignore the perfect dusty brown pink of her beautiful nipples, so I slip one into my mouth as I reel my hips back and slide forward, rolling my hips to slide inside her body in a way that results in maximum pleasure for both of us.

Her other hand flies to her other breast, putting on a show and giving herself relief at the same time, and I find my hands running to her thighs, running up and down the outside of them as they wrap around my body. She won’t let me get too far away from her as if she’s nervous I’ll disappear. Which, valid.

“More,” she bites out. “I know you’ve been fantasizing about doing this with someone for a long time, and I know that you’ve been fantasizing about me since I moved in. Show me some of that fantasy and what you imagined you’d really be doing to me, because this gentle impaling can’t be it. Let me have it, I promise I can handle it.”

“My beast must be leashed somewhat so I don’t hurt you, but I will give you a little more of what we both desire.”

This time when I slide in slightly faster, I feel an incredible pull on the crown of me, pulling me deeper into her body and squeezing me. My elbow buckles as I fall forward more, unable to hold myself up at the sudden milking sensation. Awful word, but such an avid description.

“We’re mated, you could never hurt me, accidentally or otherwise. Please, give me everything so I’ll know how you feel long after you turn back.”

“Delaney, are you sure?” I wheeze right into her ear. She smells so fucking good, so damn incredible that it’s like she’s not even human.

“Give me what I want, or I'll force it from you.”

There are murmurings around the room at this, exclamations and choking noises mostly, but I have a precedent to set here. Being the resident monster mate, I need to stake my claim.

I test her flexibility by extending both of her legs over my shoulders while leaning forward, then lower myselfuntil our faces are within touching distance.

“Do not threaten me with a good time. You want this hard gargoyle cock? You want to see what I can do with it? Make sure you get one of your other mates to care for you after I take you, because what you're asking for will take up my reserves.”

I slam home, withholding nothing, and I watch in satisfaction as her head tilts back and she exposes her throat, letting out a keening noise of rapture.

Then she says absolutely nothing as I use her body, pounding into her and stretching her so fucking wide. She hugs me so tightly, her heat suffusing into the very bones of my hips.

“Fucking perfect, godsdamnedmine,”I snarl.

“Okay, yeah, I can see how me saying that and him saying that are two very different things.”

Look, I'm notproudthat I hiss at Delaney's sometimes mate, aka Wilder, as he stands in the middle of her living room with an armful of suitcases, but it happens, nonetheless.

I was scared of hurting Delaney if I gave her all of me, but I severely underestimated what my mate could handle.

“Fuck, Leo, that's so godsdamn good. Fuck. You have no idea how blissful this is or how fucking great it feels to be wrecked like this. You better fucking give me more.”

I still inside of her, hips flush against her bottom, sure I misheard her. “Pardon?”

“Fuck me like I'm made of stone. Like I'm indestructible.”

“Gods, you need to figure out the deal with the goblin heart so I can have you whenever we want. I can't wait several weeks to have you again. I won't.”

“Just fuck it all better.”

And so, with all the grace of a being made of stone turned flesh and blood, I fuck into my matehard.

It's got to be mere seconds before she miraculously starts squeezing me tighter, screaming that she's already at her release, so I give into the most primal urge of all and I flood her with my come, bathing her insides with my release and wishing I could remain locked inside her all night so I could plug her up and keep it there.

She was right though; I don't have long.

To make the last valuable seconds count, I kiss her for all I'm worth, making sure she understands our connection is so much more than just a physical one.

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