I had them tailor-made, he says down the bond, a smirk clinging to his voice.
I continue tasting him, licking him, until finally I wrap my lips around his cock and move my head up and down, once, twice, as my tongue drags along the hard underside of his shaft. I take him as deep as I dare, all the way to the back of my throat.
Sensing the depth of his satisfaction through the bond makes me eager to keep going, eager to please him.
“Gods, Gwen, that feels so good,” he says in a raspy voice.
My confidence grows, and I start moving faster, bobbing my mouth up and down over his rigid shaft, savoring the salty but sweet taste of him, as I wonder if he will truly erupt in my mouth and whether he expects me to swallow.
I feel his mind brush against mine, a comforting caress but also a reminder that right now, my thoughts are unguarded and I won’t be able to keep any secrets from him.
Yes, Gwen, I intend to erupt in your mouth, he tells me through the bond.I expect you to swallow as much as you can.He growls. Gods, I like knowing that my seed will soon be in your stomach.
His words are shocking, yet a thrill courses through me at the idea of struggling to swallow his seed. But I’m glad he’s being a little reasonable. Thankfully, he isn’t ordering me to swallow every last drop. Given the size of him, that would probably make me choke.
His hand tightens in my hair for a moment as he murmurs, “My dearest, your thoughts are as delicious as you are.”
My face heats at his words. Goodness. The things he says sometimes… he truly is the savage lord I first took him for.
He growls again.
Then his body goes taut and he swears under his breath.
He grips my hair, though not hard enough to cause any real pain, and starts guiding my movements, encouraging me to take him faster. The bulbous tip of his shaft repeatedly strikes the back of my throat, causing me to gag a few times, but I don’t try to pull away, for I sense his building pleasure and the wave of ecstasy that is about to crash over him.
He releases an animalistic roar that echoes off the walls, and seconds later, the first spurt of his male essence erupts from his cock.
Warm. To my surprise, his seed is warm.
I swallow the first spurt as best I can, though some leaks from the corners of my mouth.
He continues erupting in my mouth, spilling his seed in a series of rapid gushes that are almost overwhelming. And throughout it all, he keeps sending me waves of warmth through the tether that connects us, a bond that will only strengthen after we consummate our union.
After he finishes erupting in my mouth, he grows still in the chair, and his hands loosen in my tresses. As he slowly guides me off his cock, he gives me a tender look that speaks volumes.
He’s panting a bit, and his hair is disheveled. Did he toss his head around as he found his release? I didn’t glance up at him as he climaxed, since I was too focused on swallowing his seed, but I resolve that next time I will spare a second or two to watch him.
As his breaths finally steady, he reaches for my face. His eyes flicker with heat as he drags a thumb along the corner of mymouth, tracing his digit through the trail of his essence that I couldn’t quite swallow.
His gaze sweeps over me, assessing.
“We’re going to take a bath together, Gwen, and I will also wash your hair for you.” When he brushes a few locks behind my ears, I feel the stickiness of his seed coating my neck.
Warmth fills me as he continues brushing my hair behind my ears, his expression softening as he studies me. Rather than the intense, hungry look he wore as he removed his trousers and ordered me to my knees, his expression now brims with concern and care.
He runs his thumb gently along my cheek, searching my face as his thoughts brush against mine. He is making sure I’m not overwhelmed by the new intimacies we just shared.
“You did well, my dearest,” he says quietly.
Affection floods the bond between us. My chest tightens, and my eyes sting.
Before I can say anything, Merak rises from the chair and lifts me into his arms. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, deciding that I like it when he carries me. When he first swept me into his arms back in the mountain village, I was terrified, but no more.
In a few short days, I’ve come to trust him.
And I’ve discovered that we are mates.
What a twist of fate that he was the male sent to track me down, or perhaps the gods conspired to make it happen.
