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He slipped his upper cock into my ass, and I lost myself in a crashing wave of pleasure and warmth. Heat rolled through me. I sagged in his grip, only marginally aware of how I instinctively arched my back to take him fully.
Oh…gods. This was bliss. I was full—so full—fuller than I had ever been. And not only had there been no pain, the sheer pleasure of feeling his cocks inside me had left me in a haze.
“My mate,” Mikas said, his hand cupping my face as he bent over me, one knee on the sofa next to me. His eyes were all black, but his expression was loving and tender. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” My voice was a wisp. “This is what I want.This is what I need.”
Maybe his lubrication had this euphoric effect. And maybe it had relaxed me so I could accommodate his enormous upper cock in my ass without pain or difficulty or fear. Or maybe it had affected me like this because I was his true mate. Those thoughts drifted through my mind, only to drift away just as quickly.
There’d be time to figure it all out later. Right now, I just wanted to be fucked by my beautiful beastly man.
As soon as he began thrusting both cocks slowly, the euphoria was replaced by a pleasure so intense that I couldn’t stop screaming and calling his name, sometimes just as single syllables and sometimes as the whole word. He called for me too, every time he thrust, and whenever he paused to hold himself back. And he growled and rumbled each time I tightened around him, my dripping pussy and ass fluttering.
I didn’t think I could come again, but when he wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me up on my knees on the edge of the sofa, the sensations were so different and the way his bumps rubbed inside me made me cry out. And when his hand slipped down to circle my clit, I came undone one last time with a sob and a nearly voiceless wail that was some version of his name.
“Will you take my knot, my Isla?” he whispered in my ear, going still with his body hot against mine. “May I give it to you?”
“Give it to me.” My voice was hoarse from screaming. “Please.”
Gently, he lay us down on our sides and hooked my leg over his arm. “Then watch,” he murmured, his lips against my ear as he pumped both cocks into me. “Watch me give it to you.”
His cock thrust into me, glistening and slick with my arousal and his own. As his release neared, his knot had swollen almost completely, and even in my haze of pleasure I grew uneasy.
“I can’t take that,” I said, turning to look at him. “Mikas…”
“You can,” he said, very gently, and rested his head against mine. A strange, wonderful sound rose in his chest. And then he cooed.Oh…
Once again, my body relaxed, and my head fell back against his chest.
With my leg still raised on his arm, he kissed my neck, andslipped his knot inside me with the wonderful sensation of coming home. Of completion.
His knot swelled, locking us together, as his lower cock filled my ass to bursting. So perfect. I shivered hard with a soft orgasm.
And then he was coming with growls and groans and my name falling from his lips, his hips jerking as he emptied himself in what felt like a dozen spurts that filled my pussy—and over-filled my ass in hot pulses that streamed down my thigh.
When he finally curled around me, his cocks and knot still buried deep inside me, I let out a little sound that was part sob and part sigh.
Trembling, Mikas rested his head on mine. “Isla.”
Strange how my name sounded like a complete sentence when he said it.Isla, I love you. Isla, you are my world. Isla, let me share this bliss with you for all my days.
“Mikas,” I said, and that was a complete sentence too.
CHAPTER 23
ISLA
Mikas kissedmy jaw and held me tight against his chest with both arms as if even now he worried I might slip from his grasp.
My gaze drifted to the basking stone, on which I had yet to come. I was so tired and sated that I didn’t mind that we’d substituted the sofa for the stones. Well, there would be other basking stones. I certainly hadn’t suffered any hardship, and neither had Mikas. I still fluttered around his cocks, which throbbed inside me in a way that made my toes curl even now.
Gods, could I have this bliss for the rest of my life? Could a woman who’d had nothing but a single case of clothing and a handful of credits to her name only months ago have something so good and perfect?
Maybe so.
Somewhere nearby, presumably, while Mikas and I werebusy—to use Pioni’s phrase—Atlath and our other allies were working on ways to get us off Fortusia and away from Nubo’sanger. My faith that they would find a way had allowed me to lose myself in Mikas’s attentions and the comforts of this temporary safe harbor. And it was worth a lot to have someone at my back, both literally and metaphorically.
I had a home that wasn’t a place, but a person—or I would, if we stayed together. The prospect seemed more compelling by the minute.
