Another cascading wave of pleasure rolls through me. His fingers keep pumping, his tongue circling my swollen clit. I’m boneless and gasping for breath, my grip on his hair loose, when I finally feel him start to slow down.
Except it feels wrong. The second orgasm has stoked a raging inferno.
“Don’t stop,” I hear myself beg, fingers tangling in his hair again. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Mmm you’re a greedy little mate, aren’t you?” he chuckles, the sound vibrating against spent flesh. “Don’t worry. I’m nowhere done with you.”
Then I realize he isn’t pulling away. He never was. He’s sinking lower. His fingers slide out of me, and I whimper at the emptiness, but before the sound is done, his tongue circles my entrance. I tense up again, and it slithers inside me. Licking.Tasting. The sensation is different, bordering on obscene, but that doesn’t stop the strangled moan that escapes my lips.
“Oh… oh Hayden,” I moan, my hips moving until I’m riding the tongue that is feasting on my nectar, teasing my depths.
His tongue is gentle, but I’m not. My hips buck faster, grinding into his face. I feel so needy and vulgar, but I don’t care
His tongue slides out of me, licking and caressing my folds, teasing my clit, making me tremble and buck until I can’t control my movements.
“Fuck, you taste incredible,” he groans against me. “Like you were made just for me to devour. My new favorite flavor.”
His tongue thrusts into me, and he’s no longer licking or tasting. He’s fucking me with it, and just when I think it can’t get any better than that, his thumb finds my swollen clit. I’m so sensitive that even the gentlest touch makes me jerk, but he just applies more pressure. He tongue-fucks me while massaging my clit, and it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m coming undone again.
I’m not sure what comes out of my mouth. Moans. Whimpers. Cries. Incoherent syllables that don’t form words. Words that don’t belong together strung into jumbled sentences.
I can’t tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins. All I can do is ride his tongue, both hands now tangled in his hair like I’m hanging on for dear life.
But he’s counting them. I don’t even realize it until I clench his tongue so tight I feel the vibration of his words. “Five. Six. Seven,” he actually laughs inside me, his voice muffled.
I get lost in the haze of pleasure, my body no longer my own. It belongs to him, responding to every touch, every stroke of his tongue. Then another sensation emerges. One I’m as certain of as I was that Daisy was in St. Michael’s Cathedral.
“Please,” I whisper, still trembling, still dangerously close to number eight or nine or ten. “Please, Hayden… I need…”
His tongue pulls away. He raises his head, just enough for me to see that my essence is dripping from his beard, his lips glistening with my arousal. “What do you need, Ansley? Tell me?”
“You,” I gasp, everything inside of me buzzing. “Fuck me… I need you to fuck me.”
“Of course you do,” he confirms almost smugly, like it’s the truest thing he’s ever said. “You’re my mate.”
His rises between my thighs, a giant with lust in his eyes, like this is the moment he’s been truly waiting for. As much as I want him, I still feel a twinge of concern, especially when I see his cock. He’s even harder now. More swollen. Thicker, longer, beads of pre-cum smeared on the large, bulbous head.
“Just… be careful… please, be gentle,” I whimper, even though my body protests my protest.
“I made sure you were ready,” he says, leaning closer. “That way I don’thaveto be gentle.”
His hands squeeze my hips and his knees force my legs further apart.
He’s ready to claim me.
I hope I’m as ready to be claimed as I think.
CHAPTER 14
Ansley
Hayden is towering over me in his true Human Form.
It scared me the first time I saw it, but now I realize it’s him, who he is. And he is going to bemine.
I’m as ready to claim him as much as he’s ready to claim me. I hope that means I’m ready tobeclaimed. Everything inside of me screams that I am.
“My mate,” he groans, rubbing the large, bulbous head against my folds. “I thought I’d always be denied this moment. That I’d go to the grave without ever feeling this bond. This connection. The only thing that can bring me true pleasure.”
