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Tarrick gently slipped a finger inside me, causing a low grunt that was a curious mix of pleasure and disappointment. My body responded to his touch, as always. Yet there was an undercurrent of longing for something more, a deeper connection that remained just out of reach.
“Shhh.” He whispered, his warm breath tickling the curve of my breast. “You are very small, and I don’t want to hurt you. Let me get you ready.”
I felt his cock, hard and insistent, pulsating against my hip. I reached down, letting my fingers explore its length, tracing the thick, throbbing veins that ran like rivers beneath the smooth skin. He was enormous, far larger than any human man—not that I’d seen a lot of cocks in my time. His fur did not extend to his cock, but the skin was soft and velvety, a contrast to the rock-hard shaft, with a wide, mushroom-shaped head that promised untold pleasures.
I let my fingers stroke along his cock, enjoying the feel of him in my hand. He felt hot, radiating a heat that seemed to seep into my skin, and his member throbbed along with the beat of my heart. I began to stroke him with a gentle, deliberate motion, sending an exhilarating shiver down my spine. Tarrick growled, a completely primal sound that resonated through his entire body, echoing in the quiet room, and his hips jerked forward, seeking more of the tantalizing contact.
He gently eased a second finger inside me, and I sensed the firm pressure of him stretching my channel. The sound of flesh rubbing flesh, along with my slickness created a soft, echoing sound. Yet, I felt no trace of embarrassment, only an overwhelming, insatiable craving for Tarrick. His fingers moveddeliberately, thrusting in and out with a slow, steady rhythm that kindled an intense pressure within me like a slow blooming flame. I felt utterly consumed by longing, my body aching for more, every nerve ending alive with need.
With a deliberate, skillful motion, he whispered his thumb over my clit. Just a faint touch, but it was more than enough. I exploded with a scream, feeling myself clench around his fingers, accompanied by a rush of moisture.
“That’s it,” Tarrick crooned, his fingers continuing to slide in and out of me in a steady rhythm. “Come for me, sweet Izzy.”
He didn’t stop. Tarrick kept his fingers buried deep inside me, crooning sweet words into my ear as he coaxed forth another orgasm that left me panting and shivering. He murmured my name reverently, each syllable a prayer as he drew back just enough for our gazes to lock. In the depths of his eyes, I caught a glimpse of something so intense that it stole my breath away—a blazing passion that seemed to ignite and shimmer, leaving me utterly captivated.
I still trembled from the intensity of my last orgasm, so much so that it took a moment to notice how he had gently spread my legs apart. His hips snugly nestled between my thighs, his solid weight anchoring me firmly against the bed. I could distinctly feel the hard, demanding press of his cock between my thighs.
“If it hurts... if you decide you don’t want... tell me to stop.”
I let out a frustrated grunt, aggravated by his hesitancy. My grip tightened as I wrapped my arms firmly around his shoulders, pulling him closer until our breath mingled in the charged air between us. “Will you please stop talking and just fuck me,” I urged, my voice a low, insistent whisper that left no room for misinterpretation.
Tarrick laughed, but his chocolate eyes burned, glowing with an almost otherworldly light as he gazed down at me. The atmosphere between us crackled, charged with raw, untamed desire. The warmth of his skin seemed to reach out and envelop me, making the space between us feel electrified and alive. His musky, spicy scent enveloped me, an intoxicating blend of raw masculinity and something distinctly Tarrick that left me dizzy.
Tarrick’s lips curled back, a low growl escaping his throat as he pressed forward, the blunt, thick head of his cock pushing against my entrance and then breaching the tight barrier. My breath hitched, escaping in a sharp gasp as he stretched me open, and my back arched in a taut bow. The room echoed with my cry, raw and primal, as he sank deeper, inch by inch, his hips flexing with controlled power. He paused, muscles taut and quivering, hips stilling to give me a moment to adjust to his considerable size and deal with the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled by him.
“Tarrick, I need you.”
It wasn’t what I intended to say. The other words lingered on the tip of my tongue. I almost said it, letting my heart scream the wordsI love youto the universe. Yet, despite the depth of my feelings, a flicker of hesitation held me back. What if he didn’t love me back? He wanted me, that was certain, but love was... more. And if I said the words and found out this was nothing more than a pleasurable ruse for him... all the music videos in the world hadn’t made me a good enough actress to cover that heartbreak. I’d wait until tomorrow, after the conciliator left, after I learned whether my love stood a chance, or I’d face death at Kayzon’s hands. But for now, I was here, with Tarrick in his arms. And I wanted this. I wanted to be his, even if it was just to lose myself in a moment of pretense.
Pleasure drowned me as Tarrick moved within me, his thrust mirroring the rhythmic pounding of his heart. He filledme completely. There wasn’t an inch of my girly parts that didn’t feel invaded and raptured by him. My body tingled with a desperate urge, muscles clenching and releasing, longing to take him even deeper. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced, a powerful wave that demanded I surrender fully to the moment... and him.
Tarrick surged forward, his hips moving with a fierce intensity that echoed like a drumbeat, each snap of his body against mine a calculated force that left me gasping for air. His relentless rhythm was unyielding, every powerful thrust driving me further into the plush mattress, the springs beneath us creaking in protest.
Pleasure surged through me like an inferno, overwhelming every sense until I drifted in its fiery wake. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, arching my hips upward to meet each of his powerful thrusts, allowing him to reach the deepest part of me. My nails raked over his shoulders, leaving scored trails in his silky pelt as I held on for dear life.
Tarrick’s cock pulsed inside me. His thickness stretched me to my limits, a faint burning sensation that somehow only intensified the pleasure. My inner walls clenched around him, gripping his length tightly as he drove into me, the slap of his hips against my thighs echoing through the room.
My voice escaped as nothing more than a series of incoherent moans as my body instinctively aligned with his movements. The tension inside me swelled like a symphony reaching its peak, and then, with a piercing scream, I felt myself come undone. The orgasm surged through me with the ferocity of a wildfire, engulfing my entire being. It came in relentless waves of ecstasy that washed over me, leaving me breathless and quivering with each powerful surge.
“Izzy. Gods and goddess, you feel so fucking perfect.”
He thrust deeply, his breath hot against my ear as he groaned, a deep, carnal sound that vibrated through the room. I felt his heartbeat, strong and insistent, as his cock throbbed within me, matching the rhythm of my own release as my body clenched around him.
With one final, deep thrust, he threw his head back, a roar echoing from his throat, raw and primal. The tendons in his neck strained, and his hips jerked sporadically, each motion punctuated by a deep, violent spasm. I felt hot streams of his essence pulse within me, the intensity of his release causing his entire body to tremble. I felt every surge, every tremor of his climax. He filled me completely, the heat of his release traveling through me like lava.
Tarrick nestled his face into the curve of my neck, his breath warm and gentle against my skin as he murmured my name reverently, again and again, like the chant of a prayer. He drew back just enough for our gazes to lock once more.
“My mate,” he whispered, lowering his lips to mine.
This wasn’t merely lust or desire. It was something profound, ancient, and untamed, stirring within me like a primal force that transcended anything I had ever experienced in my life, and I gave myself over to it completely.
Chapter 12 – Tarrick
For the first time in my life, I sat in my brother’s abode feeling a knot of dread settle in my stomach. The only thing remotely enjoyable was the way Izzy sat close beside me. We’d spent the previous day and night entwined with each other, and at this point, Izzy carried as much of my scent as I did, our essences mingling together in a beautiful perfume.
The memories of being buried deep inside her flooded my mind, igniting a warm ache in my chest. I could almost feel the softness of her velvet skin against mine and taste the sweetness of her lips. My body reacted, my cock hardening at the memory. At least my tail had settled, curving around Izzy’s waist protectively.
My mate.
