There was a firm knock on the front door, and I opened it a crack, keeping my naked body hidden as I peered out at the human female who stood there with her hand raised for another knock.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared back at me.
"Go get takeout," I said, then shut the door in her face.
When I returned to the bedroom, the lights were on at the soft setting they had been before. My mate was still in the same position that I left her in, but when she saw the glass in my hand, she sat up and reached for it. I handed it to her, and she drank it down, her eyes taking in my form. I had buffed and polishedmyself for tonight, my naked form on full display. I flexed as her eyes drifted down me, putting myself on full display.
She finished what she wanted of the water and set the cup on the end table next to the bed.
"Is there anything you need to um..." she smiled at me as she looked up at me through her eyelashes. "Get started again?"
"If you wish to continue our courtship, you only need to attack me," I said. "But before you do that, what caused you to use the check in phrase? Was it tying up your wrists? Restraining you was allowed in the contract, but we don't have to stick to what you agreed to in the contract if it is unappealing to you."
"Oh," she said, looking at me with wide eyes. "But I thought you needed all that stuff."
"I don't need to use anything but my body to overpower you," I said.
She flushed, and the scent of her arousal thickened in the air.
"I didn't like being tied up," she admitted. "I thought I would like it, but it made me feel actual panic."
"But you like it when I restrain you with my hands?" I asked.
"Oh yes," she said as she gave the human gesture of agreement by bobbing her head up and down.
"I will respect the new boundary," I reassured her as I knelt on the edge of the bed with one knee.
She took a deep breath, and the muscles tensed in her body, my only warning before she swung at me with an open palm. I caught her wrist before she could hurt her hand on my face. She had posed a challenge for me. I wanted to taste her, but now I had to do it while her hands were free to lash at me.
I grabbed her ankle, pulling upwards as I rose to standing. Her upper body fell back on the bed as I shifted my grip to her hips and hauled most of her body off the bed until only her shoulders and head remained on it. I got my face between her thighs before she could react, plunging my face into the neatlytrimmed patch of hair she had there. This was not the time to go slow. I needed to overpower her with sensation if I couldn't secure her. There was more than one way to disable a female, and pleasure was a potent tactic.
She was delicious.
I laved her slit with my tongue, stroking in between her folds as I found the small bundle of nerves that served as the external access to a human female's pleasure center. I circled it with fervent strokes, following the sounds of her cries as the cues to my movements. I chased her pleasure, pinning it down with my tongue and vibrating it with rapid movements. Her hips bucked in my hands, and I squeezed the globes of her rump with eager hands. Her thighs clutched at the sides of my face, her ankles crossing behind my head as she sat up. She slapped my forehead before she dangled back down.
I needed more.
I shifted her, laying her out on the bed as she pushed at me with her feet, a light shove to my shoulder, then I had her thighs spread open so I could continue my feast. I slid one of my fingers into her opening, finding it wet with her arousal and my saliva. I slid a second finger in easily, pumping at her inner channel as I sought to find the place where I could tease her pleasure organ from the inside as well. I licked her, stroked her, and she scratched at my horns with light touches that mimicked blows and sent shivers of pleasure through my own body.
When her channel clenched around my fingers and her head fell back, her body arching, her toes curling as her hands clutched at the bed beneath her, I couldn't take it anymore.
I climbed up her body as her legs fell open and she reached for me with her hands.
A moment later, her legs snapped together around me as she pushed at me with those same hands, shoving herself up the bed, away from my hard length, which I threatened to impaleher with. I grabbed her shoulders, wrapping my arms around her as I dragged her back down towards me, my knees pushing her thighs open as I pinned her down with my body. I shifted my hips, poking at the flesh of her thighs, sliding upwards as her hips bucked. When I finally found her opening with my cockhead I didn't hesitate.
I speared her, driving into her and sinking fully into the wet welcome of her body.
She let out a moan, her head arching back as she exposed her neck.
I pressed my mouth against that proffered flesh and bit down, sinking my fangs into her, my mating venom pumping into her system as I rocked my hips, thrusting in and out of her clutching channel with bestial strokes. She was clawing at my back as I clung to her, immobilizing her as I humped her with a determined, forceful rhythm, luxuriating in the slipper sucking of her channel, her moans turning into a keen as I swelled with in her, my girth changing to fit the maximum of what she could take, to lock perfectly to her body, triggered by the chase, the fight, the hunt through her nest.
She was perfect, delicious, delightful, and I was lost in the sensation as I became hers, my body changing to give her what she needed, her fertility captured by venom so that we became bound to one another by the demands of our shifted biology.
She screamed out my name as she clutched around my pounding length, and I groaned into her neck as I came for her, filling her with the seed she pulled from me.
I changed for her, as I would always change for her, dedicating my heart, body, and soul to my perfect mate.
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