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But as long as my mother held power, my desire for her was akin to a death sentence. Despite the peril, yearning burned through my veins, and I knew deep within that no matter the danger, regardless of the difficulty, I could never let her go.
“Vraxxan, please.” Her voice dripped with need, her fingers threading through my hair, anchoring me to her breast.
I understood her yearning perfectly—it mirrored the fierce desire that blazed through my veins like liquid fire.
I carried her to a tranquil haven by the creek, where emerald moss carpeted the ground like nature’s finest carpet. A gentle mist hung suspended in the air, offering sweet relief from the jungle’s oppressive heat.
“Vraxxan,” she breathed as I settled beside her, her hands reaching up to cup my face.
“I...” My voice caught heavy with emotion as I struggled to express the depth of my longing.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyes meeting mine with a gaze so full of understanding and acceptance that it was my complete undoing.
“I want to touch you,” I murmured, my fingers exploring the delicate curves of her breasts, intoxicated by the heady, sweet aroma of her arousal that seemed to blossom at my touch. “I want to taste you.”
Her eyes widened, innocence dancing with desire in their depths. “I want that too.”
With deliberate care, as if unveiling the most precious gift, I gently untied the drawstring at her waist, sliding her pants over the gentle curve of her hips.
“So beautiful,” I whispered in awe, my hand caressing the velvet skin between her thighs. Her legs parted like flower petals opening to the sun, revealing glistening pink treasures within. My fingers traced through her swollen folds, feeling the warm nectar that welcomed my touch.
Enveloped in her intoxicating scent, I could resist no longer. I lowered my head and, with deliberate slowness, traced my tongue along her silken heat. Her body trembled in response, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I raised my head, satisfaction warming my smile as I beheld her flushed cheeks and passion-darkened eyes.
“So sweet and delicious,” I murmured, my fingers dancing toward the sensitive pearl nestled at the apex of her femininity. My finger found her entrance, slick and welcoming, and I entered her slowly, reverently. My thumb circled her sensitive bud, sending tremors through her with each careful touch. Lucy whimpered, her body arching as I explored her most intimate secrets.
Her response was poetry in motion—quickened breath, head tossing in abandon, hips rising to meet my touch. Her body was a masterpiece of soft curves and responsive tremors. I lowered my head once more, my tongue flicking across her bud while my fingers delved in and out of her heat. The wet, sucking sounds of her arousal and the thick, musky scent filled my senses, more intoxicating than ale.
Guided by instinct, my fingers curled slightly, discovering a somewhat rough patch at the top of her channel. A pleasure center, it seemed, for at my lightest touch, Lucy screamed her release. Her hips bucked upward, her hands clutching at my shoulders as her core spasmed and squeezed my fingers. A rushof sweet nectar flooded my mouth, and I lapped it up greedily, her short gasps sounding like music to my ears.
“Lucy?” I asked, raising my gaze to her face—serene, flushed with satisfaction, eyes closed in bliss.
“Mmmm?” she murmured dreamily.
“Are you alright, little one?” My voice was rough with need, my cock hard and straining against my leather britches. I palmed myself briefly, seeking relief, but it only heightened my awareness of how much I wanted her. I wanted to bury myself in her, to feel her tight heat around me, but my fingers inside her only emphasized her small, delicate nature compared to the females of my kind. I would need to go slow, to take my time and ensure she was ready. Beyond the physical, I understood the profound implications of claiming her. I wanted her heart ready as well as her body.
Groaning, I slid up to lie beside her, my mouth finding hers in a gentle kiss, a stark contrast to the wild need coursing through my veins. I stroked her hair, pulling her close to nestle into my side. A faint, satisfied sigh escaped her lips, but a tiny frown furrowed her brows.
“Aren’t we... don’t you want...” Her eyes searched mine with tender uncertainty before drifting downward to where my cock strained against my britches. A delicate blush painted her cheeks, like flower petals kissed by the dawn and I found myself utterly captivated by her innocent beauty.
“I have exactly what I need right now,” I whispered against her ear, pulling her deeper into my embrace. I buried my face in the rich red silken cascade of her hair, breathing in the intoxicating scent of sunshine and flowers that seemed to cling to every strand. “Which is you in my arms.”
Lucy slipped her arms around my waist, cuddling closer. “I need that, too,” she whispered.
The emotion that swelled through me was indescribable. Though I hadn’t completely claimed her, I knew with absolute certainty that Lucy was my mate. The one female I would cherish and protect for the rest of my days. I would challenge my mother... defy the goddess herself, to keep Lucy by my side forever.
Chapter 11
Lucy
Everything changed.
At the hospital, when anyone spoke of change, it always meant more needles and invariably feeling like hammered shit.
Here, with Vraxxan, change was wonderful.
Change meant long walks and stolen kisses, moments by the creek where the sound of rushing water camouflaged the screams of my pleasure, and nights of falling asleep in Vraxxan’s arms and being awoken by kisses.
Change hadn’t meant actual fucking yet, something I was a little impatient for, but Vraxxan didn’t want to take that ultimate step until our future was more solid. We’d been on Eden for almost three weeks now and until we knew the outcome of the queen’s machinations, Vraxxan wanted to wait to, as he called it,claim me.
