“I don’t know—” He stopped, and swallowed.
“We’ll figure it out.” She was already working at the fastenings of his uniform, her fingers quick and clever. “Together.”
Together. The word echoed in his mind as he helped her first with his clothes and then hers, stripping away the barriers between them one by one. Together. As mates. As family.
Her hands mapped his body as each piece fell away, exploring the variations in his skin texture, the hard planes of muscle and the softer hollows. He mirrored her movements, discovering the fullness of her breasts, the soft swell of her stomach, and the powerful muscles of her thighs. When his fingers brushed between her legs, he found her wet and ready, and his body responded with an eagerness that almost undid him.
“So responsive,” he murmured against her neck, stroking her gently as she arched against him.
“Only for you.”
The words made him want to growl with satisfaction. But he kept his touches light, teasing, bringing her pleasure without rushing towards his own. She rewarded him with breathless sounds and urgent whispers of his name. She was vocal in her pleasure, which surprised and delighted him.
When she reached between them, wrapping her small hand around his cock, he had to fight to maintain control. Her touch was bold, explorative, and when she stroked him from base to tip, his hips jerked involuntarily.
“Melissa,” he warned.
“I want to taste you.”
Before he could process her words, she was moving, sliding down beneath him until her face was level with his groin. Her tongue darted out, tracing the head of his erection, and he thought he might die from the pleasure of it.
“Careful,” he managed to say. “It’s sensitive.”
“Mmm.” Her eyes glinted with amusement and desire. “I’ll be gentle.”
She was not gentle. She explored him with her mouth and her hands, learning what made him lose all ability to think coherently. It was the most exquisite torment he had ever experienced.
But he wanted more. He wanted everything.
With a growl, he pulled her back up, rolling them so that she was on top, straddling his hips. The sight of her above him, naked and beautiful and fully his, made his chest constrict.
“Melissa,” he said again, and this time her name was a plea.
She rose up on her knees, positioning him at her entrance, and then slowly, so slowly, she lowered herself onto him. The heat, the tightness, the feeling of finally being inside her was almost too much to bear. The sensation was so overwhelming that he had to stop and breathe, to simply feel the impossible rightness of being inside her.
She started to move, small rolling motions that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His hands found her hips, guiding her, setting a pace that made her throw her head back, her dark hair cascading down her back.
“Becsul,” she gasped. “I need?—”
“I know what you need.” He sat up, bringing their bodies closer together, and buried his face against her neck. His teeth found that sensitive spot he’d discovered before, where her neck met her shoulder, and he bit down gently.
She cried out, her body clenching around his, and then they were moving together in perfect rhythm, building towards something inevitable.
His tail curled around her thigh, holding her to him, while his hands supported her back. When her release hit, she shuddered and cried out his name, and the sound pushed him over the edge with her. He poured himself into her as his knot expanded, locking them together, he finally understood what it meant to be truly mated.
They collapsed together onto the narrow bed, still joined, their breathing gradually slowing in sync. Her fingers traced patterns on his back, and his tail gently stroked her skin.
Eventually, she spoke, her voice sleepy and content.
“That was…” She trailed off, apparently at a loss for words.
“Satisfactory?” he offered, unable to keep the smug note from his voice.
She laughed and swatted his shoulder. “Don’t fish for compliments. It doesn’t suit you.”
“I’m not fishing. I’m genuinely asking.” He shifted slightly, adjusting their position so he could see her face. “I’ve never…”
“Becsul.” She pressed a finger to his lips again, silencing him. “It was incredible. You were incredible. I’m fairly certain I saw stars at one point, and I’m pretty sure that’s a good sign.”
