She massaged the salve into the small of his back, her thumbs dipping into the sensitive hollows above the base of his tail. She felt the shift in him through their connection, the steady thrum of contentment deepening into a darker, hotter current of wanting. His arousal echoed in the sudden ache between her own legs.
A shudder wracked his frame as he felt her need through the bond. His voice, when it came, was a graveled rumble. “Idabel.”
He shifted then, turning his massive body to face her. He propped on one elbow, his other hand cradling her jaw. His thumb stroked her lower lip until her lips parted slightly. He slid the tip of his claw between them, and she couldn’t help seeking it out with her tongue.
“You wish to care for your mate?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low timbre that she felt in her bones.
“In every way,” she breathed, her desire a sharp, sweet twist in her stomach.
An approving smile touched his lips. “Then get on your knees for me, little rabbit. I have something to teach you.” He moved to the edge of the nest so his feet were dangling in the furs and she had to look up at him.
A thrill, hot and liquid, shot through her. She moved without hesitation, settling between his powerful legs to unlace his breeches. She had some sense of what he wanted, but she was sure she didn’t know all of it, and she was eager to learn.
Laces fully loosened, his cock stood hard and proud against his stomach, the base already beginning to swell with the promise of his knot. The earthy, intoxicating scent of his skin, stronger here, filled her senses.
He loosened her braids until her hair fell down her back, then curved his fingers around the back of her skull, guiding her head toward him. “Open for me.”
Her mouth watered in anticipation. She took the broad head easily, her tongue flattening against the underside. He was so much larger than she’d imagined, stretching her jaw and lips wide. She relaxed as much as she could, letting him guide her deeper. Trusting him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. He sounded so calm and in control, but his fingers betrayed him, contractinginvoluntarily and tangling in her hair. “You can take a little more. Let me feel that pretty throat open for me.”
She obeyed, sinking down further, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat. Her eyes watered as her body instinctively rebelled, her throat rejecting the intrusion. A low groan pulled from his chest. The sound was the most potent aphrodisiac she’d ever known.
“Good little rabbit,” he praised, his thumb stroking her cheek.“So good.I can feel in your mind how much you want to please me. Don’t fight against me. Let me in. Let me feel you take all of me.”
His words, filthy and tender all at once, unraveled her. Her next attempt was wet and clumsy and left her gasping, a string of saliva tracing a path down her chin. Instead of shame, a wave of pure, dizzying power washed over her. She was pleasing him. She could feel him exulting every time she tried to swallow his length.
She pushed forward, taking him deeper still, until her chin bumped into his growing knot. Her throat stretched, convulsing around his invading girth. She struggled to keep him there until her tears fell and her nose ran.
“Fallen gods,” he panted. He held her head in place as his hips gave a minute, helpless thrust. “You have no idea what you look like. My beautiful mate, working so hard to take all of me. You’re so perfect. This is the only reason you should ever cry for me.”
He smudged the wetness on her cheeks away with his thumbs, his lower lip caught in his teeth. His muscular tail snaked beneath her skirts, probing between her legs until she widened them enough that it could slip between her folds and find her slick entrance. She moaned around his cock as the blunt tip pushed inside her, filling her.
He held himself there for a long moment, letting her adjust to the suffocating intimacy of it. The bond between them hummedwith his savage enjoyment and her own dizzy ecstasy. When he finally let her pull back, she gasped for air, her lips swollen and throbbing as his tail began to thrust in and out.
She rested her cheek on his thigh, watching his cock jerk every time she squeezed her inner walls around his tail. “Your knot’s already growing,” she murmured. “If you want us to peak together, you should let me have it now.”
With a low growl, he pushed her back into the furs, curving his body over her as he braced his arms on either side of her. The change in position dislodged his tail, but her whimper of loss was quickly stifled when his mouth crushed down on hers in a rough, impatient claim.
“You took care of me so well,” he breathed against her lips. “Never have I felt more loved.”
“I’m not finished with you yet,” she teased, coaxing him to roll into his back before climbing astride him. His eyes lit with delight as she leaned over to return his kisses, her hair falling around them like a tangled curtain. She nipped at his lower lip before latching onto his neck, pretending to give him a mating bite.
He palmed her breasts over her bodice, and they kissed until he wrenched his mouth away from hers. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
He clawed at them until she laughed and pushed his hands away, hurriedly unlacing her bodice and untying her skirts so they wouldn’t be ruined by his claws. He helped her lift her clothes and then her chemise over her head, discarding them somewhere in the furs.
“Look at you,” he whispered, hands cupping and lifting her breasts like an offering to the sky before sliding down to span her waist. His thumbs brushed over the silvery lines that had formed on her lower belly when she carried Loïc, feeling theirsoft texture. “You look like you’re painted with starlight. Like someone took a brush to you and made a masterpiece.”
He was the masterpiece, an impossible marble sculpture laid out beneath her, scars chiseled in to highlight the perfection of his form. And he washers.
Fingers digging in possessively, he lifted her hips, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. He eased inside her in a devastating slide that buried him to the hilt. She cried out, her back arching. He filled her so completely, stretching her in a way that bordered on pain before it melted into a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.
Once she’d had a few moments to adjust to the stretch, she began to move, a slow, rolling grind of her hips that made them both groan. She set a torturously slow rhythm, rising up until only the tip of him remained inside her, then sinking down in rush that took her breath away.
She watched his face, felt the way his control fractured with every downward stroke. His claws dug into her thighs until he realized what he was doing and buried them in the furs instead.
“It’s fine,” she whispered, leaning forward to trace the shape of his pointed ear with her tongue. “Let me love you, Brandt. You don’t always have to be controlled. You can fall apart for me. I’ll catch you.”
