She gasps and her eyes widen further. But I sense her need. I sense her temptation.
I also catch fragments of the suspicions that are rising in her thoughts, stronger than ever—she is starting to wonder whether we’re mates.
A thrill surges through me.
I resolve that I’ll tell her soon. But it’s a whole conversation, and right now I’m not in the mood to talk. I’m in the mood to bring her to pleasure while exploring her body.
Ask me, I send down the tether that connects us.
Why hasn’t she spoken directly into my mind yet? Surely she could make it happen if only she tried. If she suspects we’re mates and I’ve already caught glimmers of her thoughts, I know she could do it if she made the attempt.
Her eyes narrow at me, and she lifts her chin slightly, as though in challenge, making me wonder if she just heard my thoughts.
Take me to the bedroom, she says into my mind.
I nearly growl at the intimacy of hearing her voice in my head for the first time. Thank the gods. Truly, the bond between us is deepening.
I tighten my hold on her and gyrate my hard cock against her three times in quick succession, causing her eyes to flutter shut as she moans. Then I step away from the wall, bringing her with me and holding her tight against my chest as I cup her backside in my palms. She laces her arms around my neck and leans into my chest, panting breathlessly as she quivers with need.
My sweet little human is aching for the pleasure I’ve promised.
She’s aching for my touch.
I intend to take my time with her.
I intend to savor the experience of feasting on her cunny for the very first time.
As I carry her to the bedroom, she continues to quiver in my arms, and the delicious aroma of her arousal makes me ravenous to taste her.
I know you’re aching for me, Gwen, I send down the bond.I can smell you. I can smell the slickness that’s gathering between your thighs. You’re getting wet for me, aren’t you?
She whimpers but doesn’t respond, though I know she heard my voice in her head. She knows I’m aware of just how aroused she’s becoming. Just as I’m certain she knows how badly I’m aching to claim her. Not only has she felt the evidence of my hardness, but I suspect she is finally able to sense my emotions and perhaps even my exact thoughts through the bond.
How long has she been aware of my emotions and thoughts? I can’t help but wonder. The naughty little human. I suspect she’s been keeping secrets from me.
But I suppose I can scarcely chastise her for it.
Because I’ve been keeping secrets too.
I carry her into the bedroom and lay her down atop the covers. For a moment, I simply stand above her, staring down at her as I enjoy the sight of her lying there flushed and breathless, aching to feel my tongue on her clit.
When her eyes dart to my crotch, I sense her shock through the bond, and I follow her gaze. The trousers I’m wearing are tight at the front, so snug they appear ready to burst at the seams.
Perhaps if you obediently climax on my tongue a few times, I tell her through the bond,I will allow you to suck my cock.Would you like that, my dearest? Would you like to take me in your mouth, let me use you for pleasure, and then swallow my seed?I send a dark chuckle through the tether.I suspect you are more than a little curious about my male appendage.
I know she’s even tried imagining what it looks like.
She whimpers, and I sense her growing excitement through the bond.
“Lift up your nightdress,” I say in a commanding tone. “Show me the part of you that’s aching to be touched.”
She gasps, then reaches for the hem of her gown, only for her fingers to curl into the fabric as she pauses.
She flushes anew, my trembling, shy little mate.
If she hadn’t already admitted that she’d never lain with a male before, I would know just from her sweet hesitation. I can’t get enough of her blushes, gasps, and whimpers. If she knew the full extent of what I wanted to do to her, I imagine she would faint from the shock of it.
Part of me likes this innocent side of her, and that same dark part of me wants to tease her… tempt her… and ruin her for anyone but me.
