Page 66 of Tail, Dark and Handsome: Celestial Mates
“Winter,” she said, a wary look on her face.
“Marigold.” He leaned down, planting a hand on either side of her, and brought his face to hers. “Do not worry. I expect no promises at the moment, but I will ask you one more time to be my mate, and you will agree.”
“This will complicate things.”
“Impossible. My heart is already tangled up with yours.”
“Sounds complicated.” A hint of amusement lifted the corner of her lips.
He kissed it before it could vanish. “No. It is simple,” he said.
Kneeling on the floor, he parted her thighs. A tuft of curling hair hid her inner lips, slick and gleaming. Carefully he stroked her thighs, wondering at the soft flesh, then down to her calves, marveling at the thick muscle.
He leaned in, pressing his face to the juncture of her thighs, and breathed in her scent. Floral from soap and an underlying musk that was uniquely her. A careful finger delved into her folds, stroking the slick flesh. He traced a circuit from tip to bottom, circling the external bundle of nerves. She shuddered and sucked in a breath.
Human anatomy was different, he noted, marveling at how she responded to his touch. Her entire body vibrated when he rubbed the nerve bundle.
Unexpectedly, her hand clamped over his. He stilled. “Was that wrong?”
“Like this.” She moved his fingers down her folds, teasing the entrance to her channel, and then back up again. He repeated the motion, gratified when she hummed with satisfaction, and her hand dropped away. “Yes, Winter. That’s good.”
“You promised to be quiet,” he whispered. “No one gets to hear your pleasure but me.”
Her thighs clamped around his hand and her back arched. Her entire body shuddered. Letting out a sucking breath, she said, “Stars, I love it when you’re bossy.”
His face returned to the juncture of her thighs. This time, he nipped at the soft flesh on her inner thigh before tasting her. Sweet and musky, her flavor burst on his tongue. She gasped, back arching. A hand clamped onto an ear and pulled. Desire coursed through him. His tail beat a steady rhythm against his legs and the mattress.
He continued to lick, moving his tongue much as she directed him on how to use his fingers. The rough surface of his tongue rasped against her sensitive bundle of nerves, then plunged into her core. He wanted to drink every drop of her.
She balled a fist against her mouth, stifling her moans, but they continued to grow in volume.
Winter surged onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. His hand clamped over her mouth, careful to leave her nose unobstructed. “Say you want me,” he ordered.
She nodded. “Yes. Yes, please, Winter,” she murmured behind his hand.
With a lack of finesse, he pushed into her. The time for skill and subtlety would come, but now it was all primal need. He had never wanted another like the way he wanted Marigold.
Warm and wet, her channel gripped him. She felt good. Beyond good. He could not formulate the words to express how right she felt under him. Around him. He wanted to be gentle and move slow.
Marigold reached down beside them and tugged on his tail. “Winter, please. Move.”
How could he say no? He began with measured thrusts. After a few awkward starts, they moved together like they had a lifetime of practice, like they were made for each other. One thing was clear: Marigold was built for pleasure. Every touch elicited a shiver or a gasp. Every lick afforded a moan. Every thrust was met with enthusiasm.
Soon they were at the brink, her body shuddering and breathless, and his climax coiled tight at the base of his spine.
His fingers dug into the sheets, claws trying their best to push through the caps. Desperately he wanted to hold on, to watch Marigold during the height of her pleasure. The sight of her sent him over, and he released deep into her. His vision dimmed, and he gasped for air, like he forgot how to breathe.
He went still, his tail still in her grip, and the rest of his body tingling. He didn’t want to let go. Let her go.
Stars. It had never been like that.
Marigold
“Did the ship move?”
“Yeah, it did,” Marigold said, a satisfied grin on her face. Then, she rolled to her stomach and raised herself up on her elbows. Her head tilted to one side, listening. “Oh. That would be the stabilizers failing. I told you CayneTech used cheap parts.”
“There is nothing wrong…research and development for the stabilizers were quite expensive,” he said, sounding annoyed. There was her Growly Claws.
