That should have been enough to stop me. To make me realize that what we were doing was probably not at the most appropriate time. But what happened between us—between my mate and myself—was always sacred. Was always perfect.
Andthiswas where I wanted to be. This washowI wanted to be. With him. However he wanted me.
He grunted and arched his throat to lick up into me, but I was shaking my head. “I’ll smother you,” I gasped, and he arched a brow before yanking hard at where he was gripping my ass.
I lost my hold on the headboard, falling against him until he took my full weight. His groan of appreciation was loud in the air. The noises he was making—the noisesIwas making—were wet and obscene, but they were the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
I was out of control. My thighs were starting to tremble. I had no idea what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop rocking, rubbing myself against his mouth, his nose and his face, squirming for more contact. He’d angled me so my thighs were splayed over him at an angle where his tusks bracketed me, but I could feel them there, trapping me in place.
“This is so fucking good, Zemar,” he murmured against me, and the words vibrated all the way up my spine.
His fingers gripping my ass were so tight I was almost certainI would have bruises the next day and he was ruthless, keeping me still, angling me better and letting me know that I washisto play with.
He wanted me to let him do the job of pleasuring me and I wasmorethan willing to let him. Then he started using his fangs on me and I broke down. I screamed. Loud.
Well, if his brothers are here, they know they should leave.
“Yes, Zemar,” he purred, “Scream for me.” I felt each and every syllable travel through me like a knife. I forced myself to breathe deeply, to stay upright, looking down at him.
But when his eyes met mine again and he started sucking hard on my clit, everything was lost. I came so hard it was almost painful.
The pleasure was like a wave crashing over me, dragging me under. It was so violent, I didn’t have any hope of containing it. I sobbed, whimpering against the back of my hand. I was completely powerless and confused.
All throughout my orgasm, Krusk was there, holding my hips, murmuring praise and groans against my swollen folds, licking me until it was just on the other side of too much. But I didn’t stop him. I’d take whatever he was giving me.
Then his kisses became lighter. Gentler.
“Gods, Zemar, I’m going to eat your pussy every day for the rest of our lives,” he said against my skin, which was sticky and drenched and—I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
Krusk seemed to realize that I wasn’t able to move. He slid me back down his body, and I couldn’t possibly be right, but it looked like he was breathing just as heavily as I was. His hands were trembling. I wanted to take them in mine to see if I was right, but I didn’t have the brain power.
He wrapped his arms around my torso, holding me to his chest until we were as close as we could be. The racing beat of his heart reverberated through my skin and that moment couldn’t havebeen more perfect.
I looked around, marveling at the memories inside my old bedroom. The things and decorations that feel like they don’t fit me anymore. I’ve changed in a way that I can’t put my finger on.
But however I’ve changed, the only thing inside this room that felt like it was mine was Krusk. He was the only thing. So I gripped him close, burying my face against his throat and sucking in a deep breath so his scent was inside of me.
He tilted my chin up with his fingers, his eyes soft, as if he knew what I was thinking about. Then he was kissing me. Kissing my mouth with the same single-minded focus he’d just used on my pussy, and my heartbeat quieted as my limbs slowly stopped twitching with pleasure.
I smiled against his lips. “Krusk?”
“Yes, Zemar?” he murmured, his hand curved around my ass, possessively. He was smiling into the line of my shoulder.
“I don’t think we fit on this bed,” I told him, seeing that half of his body was falling off.
I giggled and hugged him tighter, while a surge of happiness and love swelled inside me. His hard cock twitched against my inner thigh as he pulled me into another kiss.
“We’re going to make it fit,” he growled, and I hummed my approval. He nuzzled his face against my throat as he moved me, sliding me back until his cock is nestled against me.
First, it was against the curve of my ass while his eyes gleamed with something that told me we would be revisiting that in the coming weeks, and then it was right under my pussy. He sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers dug into my waist.
“Zemar,” he purred, and I teased him, rocking on his cock the way I’d done on his mouth. The lips of my pussy surrounded his shaft, plump and puffy.
We looked down at the scene at the same time. The sound that comes out of him is feral.
He splayed his hand on my lower back and pressed down to get better friction. The head of his cock hit my swollen clit, a sharp stab of pleasure shooting up my spine. Krusk arched up, hugging me tighter against him, and closed his eyes.
“Zemar,” he slurred, and I wondered how far gone my mate was. “I’m going to fuck you.”
