Page 54 of Volik

I am bigger.

Stronger.

More powerful.

More capable of protecting my mate. And destroying our enemies.

Because of Nix.

Because I found her.

I flex my fingers against her soft skin and shift my gaze from her core to her face.

Our eyes lock.

Hers glitter.

Breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal, I smile.

Her hands flex in the blanket beneath her.

And I cannot wait any longer.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I open wide, stick my tongue out, flatten it against her flesh, and lick.

Her cunt pulses in time with our hearts. And delicious flavor coats my tongue.

A groan rolls up my throat as I lick again.

My mate gasps. Her back arches. She squirms in my hold.

But she likes it.

I can smell it.

Her pleasure.

Her desire.

Her acceptance.

I lick again.

Her arousal tastes like the ripest cherries.

I groan louder.

Her slickness tastes like her blood.

I press my tongue between her folds.

I part her with it. Push into her. Consume her.

Fingers wrap around my horns. Tug on them. Stroke them.

My cock throbs as I lap at her pearl.

“V-Volik.” She pulls harder on my horns.