Page 36 of Taken for Granite
“Be sure,” he said, mouth pressed to her ear.
“Yes. I’m sure.” Tas might kid himself and say this would be nothing more than a clinical fuck, a medical necessity, but she felt the heat between them. She couldn’t stop herself responding to him and he couldn’t hold back. This was anything but clinical.
His finger strummed her like an instrument, eliciting new notes from her cries.
Something warm wrapped around her leg and slid upward: his tail. The tip stroked between her ass cheeks and she gasped. It pushed at her tight hole but stopped shy of breaching.
“I want you here,” he growled. The tail danced around the ring of sensitive nerves. She could only imagine how good it would feel to be filled up with him, stuffed in both places.
“God, yes.”
“But not just yet.” With no more warning than that, he entered her.
Juniper gasped at the sudden sensation of being very full, very fast. He pushed in, somehow going deeper, and waited for her to adjust.
“Pebble?” He ran his hand over her hair, tangling in the messy ponytail.
“I’m fine. Just a shock. I haven’t had anything bigger than my fingers in a long time.” She grimaced at that confession. Why did she say that? His grip on her ponytail tightened. Apparently, he liked her cringey sex confession or liked knowing he was the only one to be inside of her.
He began to move, the first stroke a slow retreat before pushing back. His good wing covered her on one side, beating against her thigh with each pump. The ridges along his shaft hit the perfect spot, each thrust forward sparking new bliss.
Soon her world narrowed to where their bodies connected. His hand on her back. His other hand pulling on her hair. She dug her fingers into the bedsheet, twisting the fabric. His wing wafted cool air over her heated body as his tail possessively wrapped around her ankle.
He pressed his mouth to the crook of her neck, and without warning, he sank his fangs in. The sharp sting surprised her, but he never lost his rhythm. A tingly warmth flooded her, driving away the lingering ache of the bite. She floated away at the sensation, her body not quite hers and completely under his control.
Tension curled around her, ready to burst but she couldn’t let go. Not yet. Her hand slipped down her front and she rubbed her clit.
Tas growled and knocked her hand away, replacing her finger with his own. He pressed too hard and too fast, but it worked, tipping her over hard into her climax. Juniper cried with pleasure until her throat felt raw. With her head resting on her folded arms, he pounded into overly-sensitive flesh.
His grip tightened on her arm and he stilled. His wing beat once, twice, and he pumped into her a third time, releasing deep within her. Warmth flooded her and he fell at her side.
Gathering her into his arms, he kissed the curve of her neck, still sore and tender from his bite. “Pebble,” he whispered in a husky, dreaming voice.
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tas
Tas woke with hunger for his pebble. The worst of the mating fever had passed. He could fly away now and slip intoduramna, he knew with certainty, but he hesitated to leave the warm bed. Resting on his side, his wing stretched over her, the unconscious act of a male protecting his female. Her limbs tangled with his and her hair spilled on the pillows.
This female.
He brushed the back of his hand across her brow. She had done nothing but assist him. She fed him, clothed him, sheltered him, and eased the burn of mating, all under the burden of her own worries. Even after the act, when he used her body and lost himself to his base needs, she thought of his wellbeing.
His cock stirred for her.
Her breathing changed and she woke.
“Hey,” she said, voice groggy.
“Good morning, pebble.” The endearment slipped out. She made a pleased noise and he could not fight the sense of elation that she allowed this name. Perhaps he was not quite finished with purging the mating fluids from his body. Clearly, a hormonal imbalance made him sentimental.
He rocked his hips toward her, his cock rubbing against her stomach.
She sucked in her breath. “Again?”
He rolled her underneath him, fitting himself in the cradle of thighs. She fit him perfectly.
“You are beautiful,” he said, holding himself above her.
