I stilled. “Is that what ye thought I meant when I said ye were mine?”
“I belong to you,” she panted, squirming in my hold, her arousal obvious even beneath the water. “I am your captive.”
I grinned against her hair. I could play to her game. Was this what humans called afantasy?
“My eager little captive.”
“Aye, Kragorn! My cunny…”
Another groan.
“Yours.Please.”
“Och, love…” My grip turned to caresses, and I moved us toward the ledge once more. “Yer cunny is foryerpleasure, do ye no’ understand? When I make my Mate come, I fulfill?—”
“Mate?” she squawked, and aye, ‘twasa squawk, as I settled her feet on a rock beneath the surface and placed herpalms on the same ledge where she’d been sitting moments before. With the top half of her body out of the water, she twisted enough for me to see shock on her face.
“Mate?”
“Aye, love.” I kissed her shoulder. “Ye are mine, and I am yers. And because ye are a chief’s Mate, the first time I claim yer cunny, there’s a bit of ceremony attached.”
Her eyes were wide.
“Mate, Kragorn? You—we…?”
I grinned and settled behind her.
“Dinnae tell me ye have no’ felt our bond?” I reached below the water to press her thighs together, then reached for my cock, stroking it beneath the water.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” she whispered in shock.
“And I…” I slid my cock between her thighs, my words almost lost in a groan, “I . . . am yers.”
Gods below, the sensation was magnificent; being squeezed by her thighs, with her wet cunny cradling my cock? ‘Twas almost as good as the real thing.
She gasped as I slid forward, each of my ridges caressing her folds. My cock was desperate for this, and I didn’t think the damned thing would last for long, but I would ensure she enjoyed it.
“Ye feel that, love?” I murmured, ducking my head to kiss her shoulder. “’Tis like our joining, eh? I will ensure ye’re ready to take me?—”
“For the ceremony?” she moaned, thrusting her arse back so her cunny slid along my cock again. “As…your Mate.”
“Mine.” I thrust forward, making us both gasp. “Mine.”
“Aye, yours,” Lillian groaned, bending forward to rest her weight on her palms. “Yours, Kragorn.”
MyKteerhowled in anticipation, but I couldn’t give into its primitive call, not yet. Instead, I reached to cup her tits.
“Yers, Lillian.” Another thrust, then another, until I was grunting with each one.
“Only yers.”
She was whimpering now as I caressed and tugged and stroked. Her legs shook, and I spread mine to support us both, the sandy bottom of the pool a perfect base. How many Mates, how many generations of my clan, had used this ledge and this pool in such a magnificent way? And today, ‘twould seemypleasuring of my Mate!
“Kragorn!” Lillian’s voice was more of a whine, her breaths coming in panting gasps as she met each of my thrusts. “Please!”
I could not slide into her cunny, not yet, although it pleased me to know how much she wanted it. I would fill her with my fingers again soon, but for now…
