Not after him.
“Now,” he snarled softly, “you are mine.”
Then he thrust inside me.
And the whole realm shattered.
I was so wet and slick, so primed for him, I didn’t expect the pain.
But I was wrong.
I screamed, loud, and Sten froze above me, his breathing ragged.
“Fuck! How the fuck? You should have told me,” he grunted, pulling out of me and sliding his hand between us.
When he pulled it back up, I saw red and something else glistening on his fingers.
The shock on his face was clear, but it was the unmistakable heat that really got me.
I mean, fuck, maybe I should have told him.
But being a thirty year old technical virgin wasn’t something I bragged about.
My body was mine.
No one had the right to decide what to do with it besides me.
“Your first? I’m your fucking first,” he said again, disbelief turning into something darker.
Something that sounded very much like possession.
His eyes widened. And glowed.
Then I watched as he took his fingers, still coated in our combined essence and my virgin blood, and he stuck them in his mouth.
Why was that hot?
Sten growled as he licked them clean.
Then he flexed his hips and pressed his glorious cock back inside me.
I groaned at the way his warm, hard body felt moving over mine.
“Sten,” I moaned his name, clutching at his shoulders while he brought me to heights I’d never imagined.
His cock seemed to grow with each measured stroke.
It pulsed and heated, stretching my walls.
I might not have had a lot of experience with sex, but I was pretty damn sure normal dicks didn’t do what his was doing.
Next, I felt those fleshy spikes around the base of his cock moving.
Like fingers.
They grew and thickened, and I moaned when I felt them strumming my folds and flicking my clit.
“So tight, Luna. You feel so good,” he growled and bent his head to lick my neck.
