A grin spread across his face. “We do have perfectly serviceable beds upstairs.”
She glanced at the door and wrapped the ends of her damp hair around her fingers. “Is there any chance we can make it upstairs without being seen?”
He crowded against her. His hands rested comfortably on her hips, like they belonged there. “Are you shy, my mate?”
“Not your mate and not shy.” She lightly pushed him away, slipping away to retrieve her partially dried clothes. “We just don’t need to advertise what we’re doing. Some things are private.”
“I believe it is best to assume everyone knows.” He took the damp clothes away and wrapped her in a large towel. Tenderly, he tucked the ends in, securing it.
“They don’t know for sure.”
He huffed but did not argue.
A blush rose to her cheeks. Everyone knew. Of course they knew. She and Talen had been eye-fucking each other since she arrived on Corra and he hadn’t been subtle when he told everyone to leave.
She needed to say something. Anything. He was about two seconds from asking her why she blushed, and then she’d stammer out something about this not being a big deal, how it was just sex with no strings, and she’d try to sound convincing even though it would the first time she had sex in over a year and with the only person besides Kevin, so it was a big deal and she refused to freak out.
“The floor is cold,” she said as a weak excuse, shifting from one bare foot to the other.
Gathering up their boots and clothes, his tail wrapped around her wrist and he led her up the stairs.
Talen
With the tasteof her on his tongue and tantalizing glimpses of her ass peeking out from the towel as she climbed the stairs, Talen would follow his mate to the blackest reaches of deep space and back. The moment they crossed the threshold to her room, he pushed her to the bed. Their clothes lay in a discarded heap on the floor and he couldn’t care less. His mate lifted her hips, presenting her swollen pink cunt to him.
“So perfect,” he said, carefully stroking the globes of her ass. His fingertips itched and burned as his claws demanded to extend. If he was not careful, he would shred his mate’s delicate skin.
“Talen,” she mewled.
He retrieved the claw caps from his nightstand and divested himself of his remaining clothes. Georgia twisted on the bed, watching him as he opened the container. He had hoped to be able to control his reflex to claw, but he did not want to hurt her. He’d happily take a decrease in sensitivity to spare her pain.
“Let me,” she said. Slowly and deliberately, she licked the length of his fingers before placing the caps.
“Your lips will look so pretty around my cock,” he said.
She hummed happily as she finished both hands. He flexed his fingers. “How do they feel?”
“Odd, but not as odd as I expected.” The flexible material warmed to the shape of his body. He would grow used to the sensation in time.
“You’ve never used the caps before? I’m your first human?” She smiled, pleased with herself, and Talen had to confess that the smugness charmed him.
He leaned forward, pushing her back onto the bed, and planted a hand on either side of her. He loomed over her; a hunter fixed on his mark. She licked her kiss-swollen lips. “My mate. My only human,” he said.
“I’m not your mate,” she replied softly.
“But you are my human.”
“Yes.” No hesitation. No denial.
His.
Happiness rumbled in his chest. Enough talk. He flipped her over, stomach down, and climbed onto the bed. His thighs straddled her, and he gripped her ass cheeks, parting enough to push into her warm cunt. He held onto the generous curves of her bottom, pulling her toward him, and he pushed forward.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans even as she lifted her hips with every thrust. He lost his rhythm and fell forward, hands on either side of her, caging her in. With the new angle, he hit the perfect spot. Her moans became outright cries of ecstasy.
His mate. No matter what she said, he claimed her.
He leaned forward; mouth pressed to the shell of her ear. “You feel so good on my cock,” he said. “Tight. Made for me, my lovely human.”