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I’d never had someone believe in me so much.
Feeling tears prickle at my eyes, I scrambled over to squish in beside him and hide my face in the fur of his neck. He immediately wrapped himself around me, even throwing a thick leg over mine and pulling me in close. A rumble started in him that vibrated through me, and I quickly realized Ghosha was purring.
“Let’s be mates,” I whispered. Because if he was going to love me forever, I was going to let him.
Ghosha growled in a way that made me bite my bottom lip in anticipation, and then he was kissing me again. The strange shape of his upper lip and the scratch of his tongue had me wanting to explore more of him, so I wiggled a hand between us. He had cobbled abs under his belly fur and the base of his cock was inside a sheath of soft fur. As I explored the length of him, I found tiny hard bumps and subtle ridges and veins. Would I be able to feel the bumps while he fucked me? They were all over but especially around the base and the tip.
Lifting his head with a groan, Ghosha reached down and grabbed my cock. I gasped at the feel of someone else touching me for the first time. I could tell he was trying to be careful about his claws, but honestly, seeing the danger gliding in my precome was turning me on even more. And when he brought his sticky fingers to his mouth? Goddamn, I nearly came watching him lick his fingers clean.
“Will you let me suck you?” he asked in a devilish voice.
I nodded fast and immediately found myself lifted up and spun around. Now he was on his back, and I was on my hands and knees above him. With my dick positioned over his mouth! I stared and wailed a little when he lapped at the head of my cock with that scratchy tongue of his.
“Do with me whatever you want,” he said before he took me right into his mouth.
My brain shorted out, and then as I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of him sucking on me. Sweet fuck, that was the most incredible sensation in the whole wide world. I got it now. I understood why men would do just about anything to get a blowjob.
When I opened my eyes, I realized Ghosha’s cock was standing tall right in front of my face. Oh, that was why he’d said I could do whatever! He meant I could suck him off, too. Why in the hell would he think I wouldn’t want to? Because even though I couldn’t stop moaning and whining as he treated my cock like a popsicle on a hot day, I still opened up and did my best to slurp him up.
I could definitely feel those itty-bitty bumps on my lips and tongue. His skin was velvety soft with that nubby texture just beneath it. I licked him like I was trying to count the bumps even though my brain was in no condition to math. Between the musky male taste of him on my tongue, and the way he was hoovering the life out of my dick, I could barely think at all.
Then I felt his wet nose press into my balls and maybe he sucked me in deep because I was suddenly coming. I popped off his cock and hollered my release, fiery pleasure sizzling all through me. And him down there sucking it out of me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, too. Panting and shivering, I groaned as he pulled off me and gave my ass a squeeze.
I had to finish him. I held his dick still and took him into my mouth, trying to remember what he’d done to me. Bobbing, he’d done a lot of that. I could do that. Oh, shit, not that much. I gagged but went back to sucking him, determined to give as good as I’d gotten.
“Use your hand on the rest of me,” he said, and his voice sounded as rough as his tongue.
He was slick enough that my hand glided over him—bumps and all—as I matched my bobbing head to my strokes. Legs restless and one groan after another rising out of him, I did everything I could think of to please him.
“Squire. Squire!”
Too late, I realized that was him warning me as spurt after spurt of come filled my mouth and dribbled all over when I couldn’t handle so much. I was determined, though, and even when he made a sound like a roar that could’ve had me coming all over again, I kept swallowing and slurping.
Eventually, he stopped coming and groaned like maybe enough was enough. Panting, I pulled back and looked down my body to his face. I couldn’t quite see him very well, but he seemed entirely spent from how limp his whole body was. I had to smile, assuming I’d done real well for him.
Suddenly, I found myself lifted and spun again, this time landing on the bed on my back. I laughed as he loomed over me, grinning, and then he started licking my face clean of his come. I closed my eyes and let him. I had a feeling I’d let Ghosha do pretty much anything he wanted with me from now on.
After all, he was my mate.
CHAPTER 9
GHOSHA
Iblinked open my eyes and knew a moment’s disorientation. The air smelled so much of sex I would’ve assumed I’d attended an orgy. But I was in my quarters on the ship, not my brothel on Nor. Or the observation deck where Alam’s mating celebration had taken place. That had been a good night full of?—
With a gasp, I lifted my head as memories returned. “Squire?”
“He’s bathing,” Layleen said. “As you should be.”
I slapped a hand over my cock as I sat up, and then winced both because it wasn’t sheathed and because my hand landed in a puddle of still-sticky come. In fact, I was covered with the stuff. Goddess but Squire was as insatiable as I was.
Layleen was across the room peeking under cloches at the food Squire and I had ordered over the past…couple of days? I wasn’t certain how long we had been entwined with each other and ignoring the world.
“Seriously,” Layleen said, “go bathe. You are needed.”
“Needed?”
I stood up, grabbing the sheet to toss around me for modesty’s sake, only to discover the tip of my tail was stuck tothe back of my knee. Squire had used it to masturbate himself, leaking all over my tail and his fist. That had been a sight to see.
