Page 73 of His Curse

Checkmate

COLT

Almost Five Days Later.

My gods, this is incredible.

Nothing has ever felt so perfect in my entire life.

Ihave never felt so right, so complete, at any point in my over a century of living.

"Colton..." Lark draws my attention away from her perfect breasts, pulling my gaze from those immaculate mounds as they bounce and sway with her movements to look at her gorgeous face. "Colton,Mahasani..."

My other skin.

Gods, hearing her call me that, having Lark refer to me in the most meaningful term of endearment a Lakota can bestow upon their partner, fuck, it slays me.

Knowing my mate, my Lark, my beautiful Birdie, feels our connection that deeply, feels it in all four aspects of the self, gods, I could die a happy male.

But I won't.

Nope, don't plan on dying. Ever.

Not now that I have everything that completes who I am and gives my life the purpose it was so desperately missing. Instead, I'm gonna fuck my mate exactly like I am, continue to ease my Birdie's heat, and then I'm going to let her rest for a while before I devour that pretty little pussy and make love to my mate the way I should have one-hundred-and-thirty-two-years ago.

"Mahasani..." Lark moans again, plants her hands on my chest and rocks her body harder. "Oh gods... Colton... oh my gods I'm-I'm going to come again..."

Hell yeah she is.

We have been having sex non-stop for four goddamn days.

I kid you not,four daysof nothing but sex with the very occasional break for water and rest.

If we're lucky, we've been able to eat a little something during those breaks as well, but mostly just the fruit I bought and I am thrilled that I bought so fucking much of that because those berries are the only thing keeping us alive at this point. But I’m not complaining. Not at all, I just didn’t know what to expect from this particular scenario.

I had no idea what it would be like to be with a female during her time of need, no clue what it actually meant to be mated toyourfemale when she went into heat.

I mean, I knew the logistics, the basics.

Her body gets ready to become a mother, hits that perfect environment to conceive, and it sets off all kinds of crazy signals in her mate so he's just as ready to give her his seed in order to make her a mother. And in doing so, you bang like bunnies until her time of need passes.

ThatI understood.

What I was not aware of, what I didn't truly understand, was that it meant we would be doing said banging twenty-four hours a day for as many days as her heat lasted.

Before Lark, long before Lark, I thought of myself as a pretty solid lay. I knew how to please my partners and I made sure they enjoyed themselves, thought I had a hell of a lot of stamina too, but I was dead fucking wrong about all of it. Not because I'm a shitty lay, hell no, but because sex with anyone before her was nothing like what Lark and I are doing now.

What I did before these last few days doesn't even pale in comparison.

Did I ever dream that I'd literally be able to walk around—lay around, mostly—for ninety-six hours with a borderline painful, constantly erect dick? No.

Did I even consider that I'd still be hard after the most mind-blowing orgasms known to man? Nuh-uh.

Did I think it was possible to still enjoy the sensation, the euphoria, sex created after going at it and fucking hard for so many hours, and still want to do it again immediately after getting off? Nope.

Well, let me tell you, I was wrong on all accounts.

Not only am I popping boner after boner, my knot constantly swollen and becoming even more so while firing off so much goddamn cum that it's a miracle my balls are still able to produce anything but dust, but every time Lark and I have sex it’s better than the last time, and makes me eager as hell for the next time.

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