I lose balance and slam my shoulder into my quarter’s doorframe. Thankfully, my arms cage her in, holding her close, so she is protected. She responds by throwing back her head and laughing. Her noises quickly turn to moans as my lips trail across the thin column of her neck. My sharp teeth nip, marking her fragile skin but careful not to harm her.
When my legs hit my sleeping nook, I lay her down in the center with a gentleness that surprises me. Perhaps she is right; maybe I do have the capacity to care for others.
I take a moment to gaze down at my little mate, her eyes half-lidded and dazed. Her cheeks and neck are flushed a pretty pink, almost as if her body is trying to match my own coloring. Of course, the marks upon her neck are only a precursor of what’s to come.
There’s no escaping now. She’s surrounded by my scent since she’s in my undisputed domain. She’ll be safe here so that we may spend many hours undisturbed—perhaps days.
She reaches for me without fear, without hesitation. She trusts me. She wants me for who I am.
Inside my trousers, my member pulses, straining painfully against the confines of the fabric. It’s impossibly hard, desperate to be submerged within her wet heat. And at long last, I can fully claim her as my own.
I begin to hastily remove my clothes, ready to tear the offending material clinging to my skin. Elana sits up, placing her fingertips on the exposed skin of my hip.
“Slowly, please. I want to savor this,” she says, her voice husky.
For her, I will do anything. If she wants me to be slow, in this moment, I will. I am fully hers, perhaps more than she realizes. I would kill for this female, and even more, I would die for her.
She watches with rapt attention as I strip off my shirt, revealing my rippling abdominal muscles. Some males soften with age, but my body has been honed into tightly coiled strength through endless fitness regimes and training. She hums in approval as her fingers lightly trace each one, my abdominal muscles clenching tightly and jumping beneath her touch. With a teasing slowness, I unhook the clasp on my belt and draw it through the loops of my trousers. I gather the stiff fibers in my hand, lightly tapping her leg with it as she presses her thighs together before me, trying to relieve an ache only I can fill. She gasps, but her deliciously sweet scent floods the room.
My lips spread into a smirk. She wants me to use my belt on her. Would she prefer for me to tie her down, allowing me to feast unrestricted upon her body, or would she rather have me punish her for misbehaving?
I shake my head. If my thoughts continue down this path, I will spill my seed before I am inside her. Already, I feel my trousers dampening with my precum as my bulges strain against the tight fabric.
I hook my fingers into my waistband and draw my trousers slowly down my legs. My hardness springs free instantly, slapping against my stomach. It’s so hard, ready to plunge into her wet heat.
She gasps, her eyes fastened on my tool. She reaches for it, her fingers hovering as if afraid to touch.
“Well, that’s certainly different,” she remarks, sparking a whole new fear inside me.
“Too different?” I ask, gripping between my two bulges and squeezing hard. They are designed to fill my mate entirely, stretching her so each vein can stroke her hidden channels and make her scream with pleasure. Only once she finds her release, her body clamping down on my bulges, will they empty of their seed.
I give myself a firm stroke, allowing a small amount of hot lubrication to spill from the tip and run down my hand.
Elana licks her lips, causing my cock to twitch and pump out more lubrication. I gather it between my fingers and slick it across the surface.
“We might need to take it slow, but I think I can take it,” she says.
I clasp her chin, bringing my lips gently to hers. “If you want to stop at any time, just say so. You are safe with me. I will not hurt you.”
Her eyes widen with surprise, and then, just like that, her entire being softens. She relaxes beneath me. It’s like the weight of the universe has been lifted from her shoulders.
“I trust you, Sutek,” she whispers. “I know everything’s happened so fast, but I trust you.”
I climb onto the bedding, covering her body with mine. My tail immediately curls around one leg, guiding her to open for me. She accepts me eagerly, her arms holding me close and her legs wrapping around my waist. She moans as my lips devour hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth to duel with hers. Our slick flesh tangles and fights for dominance as I spear into her mouth, matching the maddening pace of my hips grinding against her. Her taste is intoxicating; I would happily spend my days kissing her, savoring this pleasure.
When her clawless fingers begin to scratch at my back, I start to kiss down her neck and jaw. My hands shift to fondle her breasts, plucking at the hardened nubs there. She whimpers, arching her back so the soft flesh presses firmly into my palms.
I capture one in my mouth, relishing the way she cries out and clings to me. Suckling and nibbling with my sharp teeth elicits the same whimpers. I switch to her other breast, lavishing attention on it as well. No one will be able to say that I didn’t please her thoroughly.
When her sweet scent becomes too much, clouding my brain, I abandon my treats to move down between her legs. I force them open with my hands on her knees, admiring the way her slickness coats the fine curls between her legs. My head dips between her thighs, my tongue capturing her essence from the source. I moan when her taste explodes on my tongue; it’s sweet with a hint of an exotic spice that I can’t name. I could feast on her for hours and never grow tired.
I run my tongue through her folds, from back to front, spending considerable time focusing on the nub that sends her keening and writhing against me. She arches up into me, her hands tugging at my hair, as she grinds her hips against my face.
Without preamble, I push two of my fingers inside her. She cries out at the intrusion. Her small channel struggles to accept me, but within moments, she softens as I stroke her.
This is what I want. I want to hear her cries of ecstasy, want her clinging to me, lost in her bliss.
“More, more!” she cries. “Harder!”
