Page 134 of Heartsong
The toy’s battery had died a few miles ago, but Anna practically squirmed in her seat, and Frey was just as impatient. His cock throbbed angrily behind his zipper, greedy for his mate.
He drove north along the coast for a while until he found what he wanted—an empty lookout vista. Pulling into the dark lot, he parked in a far spot that overlooked the sea.
His gaze swung to Anna, catching her moonlit smile.
Goddesses, she’s more beautiful than all the stars.
Frey pulled one of the levers on the side of his seat and fell back about a foot as Anna hiked up her dress and climbed over the center console. He helped her swing a leg over to straddle him and then filled his palms with his mate’s supple flesh.
“Ffyc, you’re too beautiful for words,” he rumbled, hands running up and down her thighs.
With her dress gathered nearly to her waist, Frey could just spy her panties. Hooking them with a claw, he tore the flimsy fabric away and brought it to his nose. Her scent punched through him, making his mouth water.
“That’s four on the panty count,” she told him, though her tone was much too sultry to be scolding.
They’d made a deal between them—they kept count of how many of her panties he ripped and at six, he had to get her new ones. She’d joked a few days ago she should just sign up for a subscription service to make things easier.
“Your mistake for wearing them at all,” he teased. His fingers found her soaking slit, and she gasped as he began to work three of them inside her.
“Did you like it? The toy?” she asked breathlessly as her hips began to rock.
“Ohh yes,fynghân. I liked it very much. You’ve given me many ideas.”
“Can’t wait,” she muttered as she attacked his belt. He knew she meant it, even if it was her who was now distracted.
He meant to say something smart, but then her fist closed around his cock and all the sound he made was a choked groan. Her hands were ruthless as they worked him, soft palms caressing the shaft and nails scraping gently at his bollocks. When she smoothed her thumb along the slit, he saw more stars than there were in the sky.
“Inside, Anna. Now.”
“So bossy,” she huffed, even as she notched his cockhead at her entrance.
Frey watched in rapture as he breached her. His cock had gone nearly purple with how badly it needed her, and quickly the length of his shaft disappeared inside her swollen pink cunt. Frey let out a low, resonant purr, his hands kneading at her hips.
Anna braced herself on his shoulders and fell the rest of the way down his cock.
With a moan, Frey’s head fell back on the seat. Surrounded in her warmth, he was nothing but hers. Every breath was for her, every beat of his heart was for her. All he was and ever would be.
She began to move, and he couldn’t lay still. His hips thrust up on her downstroke, earning him another gasp of pleasure. With his hands full of her hips, he moved her as he wanted, making her meet every pounding thrust. Their slick dripped from her, soaking her thighs and his lap. The cabin filled with the scent of sex and echoes of Anna’s keening moans.
The sound pushed Frey beyond thought. He was only movement and need and pleasure. He sat up and sucked at the skin of her throat, tasting her sounds.
One hand frantically pulled at the strap of her dress then hooked on the neckline to pull it down. Her heavy breast spilled free of the cup and into his hungry mouth. He sucked and licked and gorged himself on her taste, rolling her nipple along his fang.
Her fingers tugged at his hair to the point of pain and found the sensitive rim of his horns. With just the press of her thumbs there, Frey broke.
He found her clitoris just in time, determined to take her with him. He thrust up inside her again, again, making them whole, making them one. He came inside his mate and never wanted to stop.
Anna’s mouth spread wide in a silent scream, and her muscles clenched around him tighter than a fist. She went rigid in his arms, her pulse throbbing beneath his lips, and she clutched at his horns as she came and came and came.
He was lost to her.
Frey poured everything he was into his mate, his pleasure, his hopes, his love. He held everything in his arms, and his heart burst with gratitude for her, for the life they would live. Together.
With a final moan, she collapsed against his chest, body spent and trembling.
Frey carded his claws through her hair, cradling her head over the heart that beat for her. “I love you, my Anna.”
She hummed happily and lifted up just enough to kiss the center of his chest. “I love you, too, heartsong.”
