Page 81 of Tracked and Taken

“I know.”

“Ridge.”

I smirk.

“Ride them. Use me.”

She moves.

My hands at her hips. Her hair falling forward. Her hips setting a pace that is hers. My tail wraps the small of her back — supporting, holding her at the angle she has chosen, not interfering. The purr is in hers now through every point of contact. I watch my cock disappear into her on every downstroke and I will not survive this.

She runs it for the first minute. The second minute she softens. Her jaw, which has been set in the command posture, loosens. Her eyes half-close. Her hips keep moving, but the driving is going out of the rhythm. She is less interested in running and more interested in feeling.

“Tael.”

“Sweetheart.”

“I — I don’t want to run it anymore.”

I hear the admission in the small tone her voice goes when she is not in command and does not know what to do with the not-in-command.

“Then don’t, Natalie. I will take it from here. I will fuck you until you cannot form a sentence.”

She stops. She nods. Her hands flat. Her eyes closed.

I sit up.

Her on my lap. My arm at her back. My mouth at her breast. The angle change puts me deeper. She makes a sound that is new even tonight.

Her hand at the back of my head. My canine at her nipple. The purr at full through her sternum. The ridges at a new angle.

I set the rhythm.

Slow. Hard. Deep. The pace I have been wanting to set for ninety minutes and which she has handed me the authority to run. She makes sounds into my shoulder. Her fingernails at my back. Her hips meeting mine at the rhythm I am setting.

“Tael?”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“I can’t — I can’t think—“

“You do not have to think. You only have to take it.”

“Oh—“

“You are going to come for me, Natalie. On my cock this time. I want to feel it.”

“Tael—“

“Look at me.”

She looks at me.

“Good girl.”

Said into her mouth at the moment her pupils blow and her body tightens around me and she goes over — arching, sound out of her, my name in her mouth at the full Draelith shape, her thighs locking around my waist, her fingernails at my back. She comes so hard I feel every pulse of it around my cock.

She comes apart in my lap.