Page 37 of Claimed By Stone
My tongue found her heat, soft and slick andperfect.The first sound she made, that broken moan of my name, nearly undid me. It was as if the Gods had given her to me; chants of mine echoed in my brain as I ached to claim her.
She arched up into my mouth, hands tangling in my hair, and I gave her everything. Every flick, every slow circle, every growled praise against her center until her thighs clenched around my head and she shattered. I tasted her release on my tongue, and my world was complete.
But I didn’t stop.
Not until she was gasping my name and trembling all over, body glowing like something sacred. It was as if her body were glowing, a faint golden light emanating from her.
Only then did I kiss my way back up her body, reverent and unhurried, until our foreheads met and her hands cupped my face like she wasn’t sure I was real.
“You’re glowing,” I whispered.
She raised her hand and looked at it. She was indeed glowing. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I’d heard those with Godling blood did this sometimes, but to see it with my own eyes was something else entirely.
Then her small hand found my bare chest and gave it a gentle shove. I fell to my back as she stood up from the bed and then got onto her knees between my legs. My cock was hard as stone, jutting in the air between us and already dripping. Her eyebrows flew up in surprise as she took in the size of it right in front of her, but then a look of determination settled on her face. It was quite possibly the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
Then she wrapped her soft, pale hand around me, and all thoughts were gone. It wasn’t the first time a woman’s hand had touched my cock, but it felt more intense than anything ever had before. I was left barely able to control myself as my cock pulsed in her grip and my knot swelled even bigger.
"What is this?" she asked, her other hand reaching out and holding my knot.
A groan sounded from deep in my chest at the feeling of both her hands on my shaft as a satisfied grin settled over her face. "That is a knot. It is only used between mates."
I would have to wait until there was more blood free to go to my brain later to examine the fact that this beautiful little creature had made my knot appear. But right now, I could think of nothing but how I was aching to fill her, because when she lowered her mouth and licked a bit of precum from the fat headof my cock, there was no room for thoughts, only desperate want.
I watched as she stretched her mouth over my cock, sliding what inches she could into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. I gripped the sheets, keeping my hips still, letting her learn my body at her own speed despite the intense urge to rut into her at an obscene pace.
"Is this good?" she asked after pulling back off of me, looking up at me with her big, hazel eyes.
"Yes, my sweet Seraphina, it is more than good," I croaked out in between frantic breaths.
She dropped her mouth back down my cock until it hit the back of her throat again, and I groaned, unable to resist moving my hips ever so slightly.
I could already feel my release building. I needed to stop her. I would surely choke her, but I couldn't seem to find the will to make her stop.
"Gods, your mouth feels–" She took the words from me as she closed her lips around the shaft and sucked.
"Seraphina, you must stop," I said on a shaky groan. "I am going to come."
She just looked up at me with that same look of determination, not backing off an inch, and I lost control. I gripped the sheets as I gave over to the pleasure, ropes of my release hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed, but there was too much. It seeped out of her mouth and down my cock, pooling on my stomach and around the base. When I’m beginning to question how she is still able to breathe, she finally pops off, panting. But my release was still coming, slowing down to spurts. I covered her face with a few last pulses.
I pulled her to me and claimed her mouth, needing to feel her close. I would deal with the mess in a moment. Right now, Ijust needed to be near her. I needed to feel her soft body pressed against mine.
"Gods, you are perfect," I said reverently as I kissed the top of her head and smelled her hair, still scenting wild flowers and old books. Perfection.
She didn't have any words to say, but when she looked up at me, her eyes said it all. Her expression shone with adoration and fondness, and with other emotions I dare not name —not yet.
"Let me get you cleaned up," I said, finally finding the energy to get up.
I didn't go far. I got a cloth and brought it over, carefully cleaning my release from her chest, neck, and face before cleaning myself.
"Please come back to bed. I want you to hold me," she said.
I did not care for the hesitation in her voice. "Yes, of course, I just needed to clean you up. I want nothing more than to hold you."
I settled back in bed, and she immediately came over, laying her head on my chest as she stretched out next to me, tossing one leg over my own. I held her close as I kissed the top of her head again. Yes, another perfect moment with my mate.
I stilled.
That thought … Was she my mate?Could it be?
