Page 28 of Tasteful Anarchy and Tangled Auras
“Well?” she challenges. She looks delectable in her black sweater that dips and shows some type of markings or tattoo on her collarbone. I swiftly step into her space and wait for her response. One of the things I do know about nymph females is how they feel about space. When she stands without complaint, I step closer and put my hand to her soft cheek. Her eyes close, and she presses her face against my hand.
That small acceptance is what I was waiting for. I grab the bottom of her sweater and pull it off of her, then wrap my arms around her and lift her to me easily.
Adelaide
HIS MOUTH IS DEMANDING, and I am shocked at how easily I yield to him. Before I can form a coherent thought, he slides me down his body to standing again, and he drops to his knees before me. Then he is stripping off my leggings and my eyes close. I had decided back at the Sheep to jump him, as rejected and needy as I have been feeling lately. But this? Fuck, this is way more intense than I had imagined. He’s already shown me his restraint and gallantness. Then he presses his face against the apex of my thighs and inhales, and all thought flees from me.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. “You’redrippingfor me.” His hands trace up my legs and I moan, shakily putting my hands on his broad shoulders.
“I’m going to need to give you an orgasm or two to get you ready to take me, little mate.” His thumbs hook in my panties, and before I know it, he has me on my back on the bed.
“Ossy....” I falter as he removes his shirt, my eyes taking in his pecs. Do I want this? Hell yes, I do. I am so sex-starved, it's a shock I’m forming lucid sentences. Maybe I didn’t want the mate part—that idea is bonkers—but I do want this male buried inside me. But still, I swear I feel something...odd. It’s entrancing and makes my chest hurt.
His hands wrap around behind my knees, and I yelp as he tugs me to the edge of the bed and he lowers himself to the floor. “Oh fuck.” My back arches as his tongue finds my clit.
He raises his head. “You taste incredible.” I gasp as he resumes lapping at my core. “Like salt and citrus.” His tongue rolls over my clit in slow, small, rhythmic strokes. My breathing quickens, and I’m struggling to hold still.
He slips a single finger inside me as he chuckles. “So soon, baby?” But then he groans. “Fuck, you are tight.” He puts his mouth back to work, and it doesn’t take me long. My back arches. He wraps his arms around my hips as I come. It feels incredible, being held down.
My eyes close, and I whimper as I find my body again. His eyes lock onto mine. “That’s it,” he purrs as he stands and sheds his pants.
Holy hell, he wasn’t joking about getting me ready.
He grins as he catches me staring. He palms his humongous, rock-hard cock. “This is yours now, baby.” Heat zings through me at those words.
He climbs onto the bed on top of me. “Spread for me,” he commands. I react without thinking, my knees dropping to thebed, my body obeying him without consulting my brain. “Good little mate,” he rumbles. Then he pauses, eyes becoming darker and serious. “Adelaide, our red word is Sun Flower. It will reach me when other words won’t. Use it if you need to, mate. I promise to honor it. If I push you too far, though, I won’t be getting hard again. There will be nothing but cuddles and gentle words.” He looks worried as he says this. I grab his biceps and lean up to lap at my fluids on his face. He growls and his arms flex under my hands.
“I understand, Osmund.”
He strokes himself up and down my folds, getting himself wet. I gasp at the feel of him and gasp again when I feel him gently separate my slick inner flesh in order to get into position. He lines up his huge cock and presses forward slowly. The head is wide and flared. His girth stretches me, and I let out a whimper. He goes completely still, his blue eyes locking with mine. I rock my hips, wanting him to know it wasn’t a bad whimper. Or at least, it wasn’t all bad. He presses in a bit, and my eyes flutter closed. I feel like I’m going to explode out of my skin. He backs out slowly, only to press in further. I have never felt so full. I toss my head back and forth and squirm under his body.
He smiles at my reaction, pressing further in, then out, then in again. “Halfway, baby.” He nuzzles my neck.
Only halfway?Fuck. Another relentless press forward, and my hips buck as an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Ossy’s hands grab my hips and hold me still as I come. It only makes me thrash harder against the feel of it, trying desperately to get more of him inside me, but he won’t allow it.
As my breathing slows, I realize he is gazing down at me with a small smile. “Needy girl,” he says and kisses me. Deeply, intently, thoroughly. He keeps his eyes on mine as he pusheshimself further in. I arch my back and groan, and he nibbles my neck then presses gentle kisses to my face.
“Almost there, mate. You’re doing so well.” He kisses along my clavicle and then licks up to my ear. As he pushes the last few thick inches of himself inside me, I come again, lights behind my eyelids and his satisfied chuckle in my ear.
He holds perfectly still, besides his almost reverent kisses to my face and neck, until I am able to open my eyes to meet his.
“Ready, little mate? I’m really going to fuck you now.”
Goddess save me, I wasn’t going to make it.
Before I can formulate a response, he growls, “You’re allowed to come freely, baby.” And then he proceeds to slide the entire wide length of himself out of me.
I try to process his words but I whimper piteously. I feel empty and needy and out of control, but before I can say anything, he presses himself back into me. I groan and rock my hips. I need more, even as I’m gasping at how full I am.
“Please,” I breathe, my mouth finding his chest and I lick and nip. His hand slides up to roll one of my nipples in his fingers. “Please, Ossy....”
“You beg so sweetly, baby. How could I say no?” And he starts to fuck me in earnest, then, slamming in and out of me. His muscles flex and I place my hands on his hips, dragging my nails across his skin. My hips raise to meet him as his pace becomes frantic and a bit uneven. My breathing is shallow, and I am on the edge of pain and pleasure. “Come with me, mate,” he commands.
A few thrusts later and I feel him start to spurt inside me and my body does as it was told, my core clenching down on him as he groans. He keeps his pace until he is sure I am done, then throws his large chest to the side of me, gripping my hips, turning me onto my side too and taking care to keep us connected.
My heart swells oddly, and I lean into his inked pecs, wanting our chests touching, feeling like my heart was tugging me to him. He sighs and gently wraps his arms around me. That touch makes me sigh in pleasure, feeling complete.
“Mate,” he rumbles sleepily into my hair.
