Page 74 of His Curse

Yes, some of that, a very minuscule amount of it, is because she is in heat.

My body is primed every second because her body demands it, but I'd imagine after a while it would become more of a chore, or my dick would end up raw and sore, or ready to fall off.

Wrong again.

If anything, I just want her more, crave her more, love her more each time I have her, and despite the fact that we may both drop no less than fifteen pounds and sleep for a hundred years when this is over, nothing has been more perfect, made me more proud or fucking honored than being able to see my mate through her time of need.

And yes, Lark is my mate, and sex with one’s mate is the only sex that has ever or will ever matter. It’s the ultimate ecstasy, the most earth-shattering bliss, but once again, even banging my fated one for four days straight should at least make me a little sleepy, right? Super fucking wrong.

I feel like I just ate a bowl of amphetamines swimming in straight up espresso while hooked up to an IV that sporadically injects me with caffeine. The amount of energy singing inside my body is almost alarming and I'm expecting one hell of a crash after this, but since I've been wrong about everything except how amazing my mate is, I'm not sold on that just yet.

Lark moans above me and I watch how beautiful she is as she uses my body as she takes what she needs from me, what I give her so freely with every ounce of my love.

How her damp, soft umber hair is sticking to her rich tan skin. The vibrant flush to her cheeks, her stormy gray and gold eyes glittering in the early morning sun. Those full, pouty lips parted and swollen from hours of my mouth on hers, her mouth forming the most perfect O shape as she chases her release. So damn beautiful, my mate.

And my gods,her body.

Lark's body is exactly why our ancestors began sculpting humans from clay, why they told stories and wrote poems about the female form.

Her breasts are glorious, perfect and tipped with the darkest pink nipples, probably a solid c-cup but I will never truly know because, lucky for me, my mate hates bras. And seeing my mark on the delicate flesh of her shoulder when I look at them, it makes me hungry to claim her again. Especially knowing the way my mate’s absolutely flawless skin prickles with goosebumps the second I touch her, and how my mark almost lights up the closer I get to it.

But gods, everything about my Birdie is utter perfection. From her soft belly to her wide hips, hips that mold perfectly to my hands as she rides my cock, hips that move in the most hypnotic way as Lark rises up and grinds down on me in an absolutely melodic rhythm. Jesus, everything about her is sexy as fuck, from the proud posture of her back and shoulders all the way down to her dainty feet.

Utter fucking perfection.

And I can’t stop staring at her.

But then, just when I feel her get close, when I feel myself right on the edge with her, Lark's arms begin to tremble and her weight comes down heavier through her palms on my pecs.

Exhaustion.

This is the final wave of her heat because she isfinallyfeeling the exhaustion that I assumed would come way sooner than this. And because I know for a fact Lark needs this last climax, needs one more orgasm before her heat passes, I sit up, wrap my arms around her and roll us so I'm on top and my mate is ready for the last of it to hit.

Fuck me, this is so goddamngood.

Lark very possibly has the tightest pussy in the entire history of pussies and it is squeezing the life out of my cock in the best possible way. And this position, this angle? My gods, it's ten times more euphoric.

She reaches for me, sliding her fingers into my hair as she pulls me down to her lips. "I love you,Mahasani,” Lark groans the words into my mouth seconds before she takes it, before she kisses me like I am hers and she has to claim me all over again in every way possible.

"I love you, Birdie.” My kiss in return matches hers exactly, everything we’ve done up until this point in perfect sync. "Love you so goddamn much."

Her pussy flutters at my words, clenches tightly around my cock, my strokes hard and deep, so fucking deep as I start to push my swelling knot into her core. My hand slides down her body, caressing every inch of silky skin until my fingertip grazes her cunt then dips lower to find her clit, that little bundle of nerves just as slick and swollen as the rest of her.

Lark cries out the second I barely touch it, arches into me and finds enough strength to pull my hair by the roots so she can crush my mouth to hers. As gentle as possible, I circle her clit once, twice, pushing my knot all the way in before it thickens and becomes ready to lock us together. I rub her clit slowly and feel her pussy gush, feel it relax enough to take all of me and when my knot grows, when my cock becomes impossibly harder before firing the first rope of my cum inside her core,kaboom. My Birdie detonates like a fucking nuclear war head and drenches my cock as her cunt clamps down around every sensitive inch in a strangle hold that continues to pull my own orgasm from me at lightning speed.

And just as quickly as it started, her need is over.

I all but collapse on top of her, my mate giggling breathlessly as I shift a little without breaking our connection so I can bury my face in her neck and lick over my mark.

"We get to do that every year?" I smile against her skin as Lark drags an almost lifeless hand down my spine, then back up to her mark on me.

"Mmhmm,” she mumbles. "Once a year, every year for—”

"Forever."

I can practically hear her smile. "I could get used to that."

"You have to,” I grunt and reluctantly dislodge my softening dick from his happy place. "I won't settle for anything less."

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