Page 35 of Wounded Mate
“Then you shall have it.” His kiss turns passionate. He pushes the yellow silk shawl I’m wearing over my shoulders and reaches for the buttons of my linen shirt. As much as I like the direction he’s headed, I’m suddenly ravenous, and he’s going far too slow.
“How’s your side?” I ask just in case. I wouldn’t want to hurt him.
“It’s fine. All healed. You can barely tell I was ever injured.”
That’s such a miracle.
It’s also exactly what I wanted to hear.
I attack him like a feral banshee, knocking him to his back, pinning him with my thighs, and tearing at his shirt to get it off in a hurry. “Need you.”
“I’m yours.” He allows my manhandling, pliant, with an easy grin on his face and lust in his eyes.
Beneath me, I feel him hardening. I haven’t used any of my sway on him. I don’t need to. He wants me as much as I want him.
“Stay put.” I stand and wriggle out of the rest of my clothes, then kneel to free him of boots and pants. Only when we are both naked and enjoying skin on skin do I take a moment to breathe. I’m sprawled across him like a starfish, licking his collarbones and kneading his big biceps in my hands.
Bela takes the onslaught like the good-natured man he is, letting me taste my fill and squirm all over him. After a time, I infuse purpose into my movements, lining us up perfectly so our cocks can properly greet each other.
He moans, and the noise sends heat coursing down my spine. I like that he likes it. Our bodies grinding together. But I want more.
I want everything.
“Val.” He slides his hands down the curve of my back and settles on my rump. “Let me pleasure you.”
“Yes, anything. What do you want to do to me?”
“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
Already done, my Bela, already done. But I know what he’s after. He wants to make me come, and I can’t wait to let him try. “I like to be fucked. Will you fuck me?”
Bela’s eyes go wide, and his lips part, revealing the pink of his tongue. I want to suck it right back into my mouth, but he says, “Moons, yes. I want that too.”
“How do you want me?”
Instead of telling me, Bela lifts me with the strength of ten men and carefully deposits me on my back, legs sprawled wide. He crawls between them. The sight unlocks a shiver of delight racing through my belly.
I want him so badly my toes curl.
He drapes my thighs over his and leans forward onto me for more kissing. I wrap my tail around his torso and tug him down. His weight on me is a glorious thing, caging me in. I want to run my fingers through the fur along his back. And I get everything I want.
I whimper contentedly into his mouth. His cock nudges my backside in the most sensitive of places. Feels so good. I need more. All of it.
“Bela.” My voice sounds breathy. “I’m ready. Put it in me.”
He pauses to stare into my eyes, narrowing his brows. “I’ve done nothing to prepare you.”
“You don’t need to. I have a habit of staying oiled, and I’m an incubus. I’m always ready to take a partner. I’mmorethan ready to take my mate.”
His lids flutter as if the word itself drives him wild.
“My Bela, my mate, my love. Fuck me.Mate me. Please, I need you in me?—”
“If this is how I die, know I died a happy man.” He grins, white teeth on display.
A puff of laughter escapes my lips. “If men died from a little dirty talk, I’d be a serial killer.”
“You’re very dangerous with that clever tongue of yours.”
