“Please,” I sob. “Please enter me. Both of me. I want all of you, Zavin. I want to be so full of you I can’t think. Please.”
His eyes flare. He pushes inside, and the world stops.
Both cocks breach me at once, a slow, inexorable invasion that steals my breath and my voice and every coherent thought I’ve ever possessed. One shaft, the slightly thicker of the two, stretches my cunt in a way that borders on too much, filling me so completely I can feel him in my belly, pressing against places no one has ever reached. The other, nestled just below it, pushes into my back hole with a pressure that sends lightning up my spine and stars across my vision.
I am split open. I am remade. I am nothing but the feeling of him inside me, two thick lengths of scorching heat moving in tandem, stretching me in both holes until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. The thin wall between them is all that separates his cocks, and I swear I can feel them pressing against each other through my flesh, twin pulses of his heartbeat that match my own.
“Look at me,” he growls. “I want you to see what you’re doing to me.”
I force my eyes open and what I see destroys me. Zavin is magnificence carved from fire and shadow. The water sheets down inrivulets that trace the stacked ridges of his abdomen, catching on every bronze scale and scattering the light until he looks gilded.
His claws dimple my thighs where he grips me, the tips pressing just hard enough to remind me of their sharpness without ever breaking skin. His hands are enormous, spanning the width of my hips. The tendons flex beneath the scales of his forearms as he adjusts his grip and pulls me down onto his cocks.
“Beautiful,” he rasps. “You’re taking all of me. Both of me. Look at you.”
I look down. The sight of my own body stretched around him, both holes filled to bursting, is so obscenely erotic that another surge of arousal floods from me, slicking his shafts and making the next thrust glide deeper. The base of his cocks are ridged, subtle rings of raised flesh that catch on my entrances.
The first true stroke pulls a scream from my throat. Both cocks withdraw together, dragging against every sensitive nerve in both channels, and then he drives back in, filling me again in one powerful surge.
His hips roll against mine, grinding his pelvis against my clit on every downstroke. His cocks fill me, his body rubs me, his claws hold me exactly where he wants me, and I am helpless against the onslaught.
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice a ruin of gravel and need. “Take me. Take all of me.”
His jaw is clenched, the muscles standing out in sharp relief, and his fangs have lengthened, protruding past his lower lip. His amber eyes are wild, pupils blown so wide they’ve nearly swallowed the gold, and they never leave my face. He’s watching my every reaction, cataloguing every gasp and moan, adjusting his angle and rhythm based on what makes my eyes roll back.
His tail tightens around my calf, a reflexive squeeze of possession, and the rhythm of his hips falters for just a moment—a crack in his iron control that tells me he’s as undone as I am.
His brow furrows. His mouth parts around those lengthened fangs, and something shifts in his expression. The wild hunger is still there, burning bright, but beneath it something raw and unguarded surfaces, something that looks almost like fear.
“I love you, Miro. My female. My everything.”
I reach up through the steam and the water, and I cup his face in my hands. I trace the hard line of his cheekbone with my thumb and watch his eyes flutter closed for just a breath.
I say it against his mouth, my lips brushing his. “I love you too, Zavin.”
A sound tears from his throat, something between a growl and a sob. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and his claws flex against my hips. The wet slap of our bodies echoes off the stone walls. His claws press harder into my hips, dimpling the flesh, and something in him snaps.
He drives into me with a speed that blurs the line between pleasure and overwhelm. His breath comes in harsh, ragged bursts against my collarbone. The sound is animal, desperate, a growl that lives in his chest and claws its way out with every exhale. His claws skate up my ribs and around my back, pulling me down onto his cocks, and still I want more. I want everything. I want him to lose himself inside me completely.
His thrusts grow erratic, stuttering, the careful control he’s maintained all night crumbling to dust. He’s no longer fucking me with precision. He’s grinding. Rutting. Chasing. I realize through the haze of pleasure that he’s lost. Gone. He’s undone by want, grindinginto me with broken, desperate motions, his forehead pressed to my shoulder and his fangs grazing my skin with every panting breath.
“Can’t—“ he grits out. “You feel too—I can’t—”
Pleasure rips through me and all I can do is cling to him. His grinding grows even more frantic as he feels me come apart around him, his hips slamming against mine in short, jagged thrusts that prolong my orgasm. There is nothing but him. Nothing but the heat and the fullness and the sound of his broken voice calling my name.
His groan echoes around me. His cocks pulse as his release floods through him. Hot seed spills into me, jet after jet of liquid heat that paints my insides and drips down my thighs as another climax rockets through me. His body shudders against mine, scales rippling with the force of his climax, tail lashing once against the wet floor before curling back around my leg and squeezing tight.
His fangs graze the vulnerable skin of my neck. I feel the points, sharp as needles, resting just above my pulse. He doesn’t bite. He just holds them there, trembling, breathing me in, and I tilt my head back to give him more room because I trust him with everything I am.
“Mine,” he rasps against my throat. “And I’m yours, my female. Forever.”
Forever. The word settles into my bones like it’s always lived there.
We stay joined, foreheads together, long after the shaking stops. His tail unwinds from my calf and winds around my thigh. A subtle shift. A tighter claim.
He stirs and moves his hips, withdrawing from my body. His seed spills down my inner thighs the moment he’s free, and a small, bereft sound escapes my throat.
His amber eyes flick to mine, and the corner of his mouth curves in that almost-smile I’ve come to treasure.
