“Mine!” he roared.
And behind me, the clan roared their own approval.
We began to move together, a dance we’d practiced in these last days. I rocked atop him as he thrust upward into my core. Each plunge was a divine experience, as his ridges slid past my swollen folds, and soon I was panting with need and desperation.
Despite the noise and fooking all around us, I kept my gazelocked on Kragorn. His dead eye was white, but his left eye burned green. For me.
This wasfor me. He was claiming me tonight in front of his clan—our clan. He’d chosen me as a male’s conquest, but he’d deemed me worthy of being a chief’s Mate, and tonight, I was becoming one. This pleasure was remarkable, but so was that realization. Thatpower.
I loved him. I loved him for this, and for everything.
My pleasure built, thundering in my ears, as Kragorn kissed me, my shoulder, my breasts, my throat. When he dropped his thumb to the pearl of my pleasure, I felt myself squeezing him, preparing to climax yet again.
I clamped my hands on his cheeks, each muscle of my body tightening in preparation.
“I love you, Kragorn,” I confessed as I came again.
In a blink, his expression switched from determination to wonder. I leaned forward to kiss him as my body throbbed around him, and he whispered against my lips, “How did I get so lucky?”
I couldn’t answer, I was so consumed in my own pleasure. I bucked against him as he began to thrust upward with a ferocity I hadn’t experienced. I held on, each plunge prolonging my pleasure. I had thought climaxing around his fingers had felt good, but this? ‘Twas astonishing to be filled so completely by him.
Kragorn threw his head back as his fingers tightened on the skin of my hips.
“Lillian!” he roared as the first jet of warmth floodedagainst my womb. I sank lower, and felt another spurt of warmth, then another, as he filled me with his seed.
Claiming me.
Behind me, I could hear the clan roaring their approval, but I only had eyes for Kragorn.
My Mate.
He’d claimed me in front of everyone, and instead of shame or embarrassment, I felt only wonder.Pride. When he smiled at me, I leaned in to eagerly kiss him, and he chuckled as he wrapped me in his arms and stood.
The movement pulled his cock from me, and I felt the thick strands of his cum sliding down my leg as I threw my arms around his shoulders.
“Where are we going?”
He turned away from the firelight, from the celebrating clan, and strode back toward our cottage.
“To properly love my Mate,” he promised.
And I sighed happily, knowing I had hours—days!—more of pleasure ahead of me. Kragorn was mine, and I was his, and Iwasworthy.
Kragorn
The Mating Heatlasted a mere three days,to my surprise.
I would have thought it would take myKteera fortnight to slake my aching need for Lillian, but mayhap we made up for the time. The gods themselves likely lost count of the number of times I made her scream, until she was hoarse with exhaustion and we fell asleep, only to wake a few hours later, driven by my desperation to taste her again.
The poor female would have dehydrated if not for the gifts of food and mead our friends left us while I was near-mindless with lust.
The third morning, I rolled over to find a naked Lillian spread-eagled on the bed, her head tipped to one side, her mouth open as she slept. To my surprise, I wasn’t overcome by myKteer’surging totake claim claim taste Mate claim.
Instead, I merely smiled at her, resisting the urge to brush a soft kiss across her skin—she needed her sleep, the gods knew—and rolled out of bed to heat some water. Gods below, I was sticky and sore and utterly sated…how must my Mate feel?
I vowed to pamper her. Mayhap a visit to the hot springs?
When she finally woke, I pulled her into my lap and fed her bits of cheese and bread and honey, taking my time to kiss her and lick the sweetness from her lips. We made love slowly, languidly, without any of the desperation of the last days.
