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“Mine too.” He bent his head and kissed me softly, his hand cupping the back of my head. “We will heal together,” he promised, his lips against mine.
And then he knelt at my feet, his arms around my legs and face buried against my middle. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head—which was not something I got to do very often. I decided I liked it very much.
His hands slid up my legs and gripped the back of my thighs. He looked up at me, eyes dark with desire. “Dress off,” he said.
With trembling fingers, I unfastened my collar and separated the dress down the front along its seam. He brushed my hands aside and drew the sides of the dress apart, revealing my chest and underwear. My nipples hardened as the fabric slid over them.
“Beautiful,” Mikas said, his gaze traveling up my body to meet my eyes. “I will never tire of this sight, my mate.”
“And I think I might be coming around to seeing you on your knees,” I said, my voice husky. “That’s a nice view too.”
Smiling, he eased my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he unfastened my boots and helped me step out of them, leaving me in just my underwear.
But when I reached for his shirt, he caught my hands. “I must worship you first,” he said, nibbling at my fingertips. Each little bite made me shiver and caused more wetness to drip along my slit. “I can think of nothing else.”
He unsheathed his claws and cut my underwear from mybody, careful not to so much as scratch me as he did so. And then I was naked with my beautiful mate kneeling at my feet.
“Another souvenir?” I teased.
“A new tradition,” he said, pressing the torn fabric to his nose, his glowing gaze on mine. “If you do not object.”
“I might if you leave me without any to wear.” I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged to make him smile and show his fangs. “Or maybe I’ll just stop wearing any when I’m with you.”
“I like this plan.” He licked his lips and nudged my legs apart. “Let me taste you, my mate.”
He kissed his way up my thighs before he reached my quivering, dripping slit. His hands cradled my ass and held me still as he drew his tongue slowly along my most sensitive skin. And though he’d licked me like that so many times, the sensation felt as good and electrifying as if he’d never done it before.
I cried out and gripped his hair. “Mikas…”
His tongue delved along my slit, drinking me in. Taking his time. Savoring me.Worshipingme.
When my legs began to tremble, he rose, picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist, and carried me to the bedroom. His cocks strained the fabric of his pants. I longed to touch them, stroke them, taste them, but he was a man on a mission.
With a satisfied rumble, Mikas lay me gently on the bed and settled in with his head between my thighs. He raised my hips to bring me to his mouth, watching for any sign of pain or discomfort. When his tongue slipped into my slit, my fists twisted in the bedding.
He raised his head. Gods, the sight of those gleaming eyes with fully dilated black pupils made slickness drip from my pussy.
“Grab my hair,” he grated. “I want to feel your need.”
I ran my fingers through his thick hair and tugged his mouthback to where I wanted it most. He growled low and closed his lips on my clit. I cried out.
With his raspy, long tongue, he circled my clit, wrenching gasps and cries with every stroke. Gently, he slid a finger inside my pussy and pumped it in and out slowly, then added another, curling his fingertips to stroke lightly over my G-spot.
“Mikas,” I gasped. “Yes. More.”
His fingers moved more purposefully now, and he raised his head to meet my gaze. “My mate. My beautiful mate. Come for me, my love.”
His mouth returned to my swollen clit as his fingers stroked inside me. A coil of delicious heat and tension built and built, and finally broke.
With a cry, my fingers gripping his hair, I went over the edge. Mikas didn’t stop stroking inside me or tonguing my clit until he’d wrung gasps and pleas for mercy from me.
Fabric ripped, and then he was above me, gloriously naked, his cocks dripping onto my abdomen.
“Beautiful and perfect,” he growled, burying his face against the side of my neck, his fingers stroking inside me as I quaked. “You are mine and I am yours.”
“I know,” I said, holding him close. I kissed his hair. “I need both of your cocks. I need to feel you fill me.I need you.”
Rumbling, supporting himself on his arms so he didn’t put too much weight on me, he slipped the head of his lower cock into my pussy. I whimpered and wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to thrust a little more each time. Gods, it felt so good to be stretched again, to feel his heat and every little bump and ridge, to have his upper cock rub over my clit, a promise of pleasures still to come. Better than anything I’d ever known.
