Page 62 of Cheating Fate

She burst out laughing and rubbed her nose against mine. “I actually might be offended if you resist too long. That’ll mean I’m not doing a good job.”

“That’s not true!” I exclaimed.

“Says you. See? That nonsense goes both ways,” she quipped teasingly. “Anyway, rumor has it that Braxians can get it up on demand. Is it true?”

I chuckled. “That’s actually a fact. We literally can get an erection at will. We just can’t get it to go back down on demand.”

“Well then, sounds like I will have to see how often I can get it to go up and down in an hour,” she said in a half-menacing tone. “Now stop delaying and take care of your mate.”

“Your wish is my command, my love,” I replied in a raspy voice before claiming her mouth.

I fully drew her on top of me from her half-sitting, half-leaning position next to me. She attempted to straddle me again, but I flipped her onto her back and settled over her. Leaning on my left forearm to support my weight, I continued kissing her while finally allowing my other hand to roam freely over her body.

Thankfully, she wasn’t wearing the thick leather uniform of the Sentinels, but the delightfully light fabric of those sexy dresses the Veredians loved to wear. As my hand glided the length of her slender neck, I gently raked my nails on the dark spots lining its sides. Right on cue, Zhara’s body jerked, and she moaned against my lips.

Those wondrous things gave me a seriously unfair advantage. For the Veredians, their spots were like readily accessible G-spots once they became aroused. The little tattle tales would start darkening as soon as a Veredian became turned on. The darker the shade, the greater their excitement, and the more erogenous each spot became.

And I absolutely intended to exploit the fuck out of this lovely little feature. But all in due time…

I caressed a path down to her chest, my large hand settling on the round mound of her breast. As I squeezed and kneaded it, Zhara arched her back to further press it against my touch. I purred with approval and broke the kiss. My lips trailed along her jawline to the crook of her neck. Pausing there for a brief moment, I licked and sucked on her markings, making her shiver.

The throaty sound that escaped her instantly had me throbbing. I tried to ignore it and focus on my woman. Even with her blessing not to fight the way my body responded to her, I refused to spill like a fucking teenager seconds after we started getting frisky. The Ancestors take me, I would make her climax first!

And I had no qualms being underhanded about it.

Abandoning her breast, my hand continued its journey down the delicious curves of her body, which narrowed at the waist before flaring at the hips. It snuck under the blessedly short skirt of her dress. And I once more made sure to focus my touch on her steadily darkening spots in an upward caress as I raised her garment. Zhara lifted her rump to help me rid her of the wretched obstacle.

I stopped sucking on her neck to continue removing her dress, but Zhara slightly raised her shoulders to yank the garment right her and tossed it with obvious impatience in a random corner of the room. I chuckled and lowered my head to her flat stomach, peppering it with kisses, intent on teasing her sports bra off her. But once again, Zhara seemed totally unwilling to wait on long foreplay. She nearly ripped that thing right off herself again.

Sinking her fingers in my hair, she almost smashed my face against her right breast, making her desires crystal clear. That made me insanely hard, and I eagerly answered the call. I immediately started sucking on her little nub, reveling in the way it quickly pebbled and the light saltiness of her pale-gray skin. Her sighs of delight and the growing scent of her arousal sent blood rushing to my groin.

As I shifted my attention to her other breast, gently biting and licking her nipple, I boldly caressed her body, past her navel, down her pelvis, and then between her thighs, over the tiny triangle of her underwear. Zhara gasped as she fisted my hair in what I suspected to be an involuntary gesture.

With my mouth still on her hardened bud, I tilted my head back to lock eyes with her as I slowly rubbed my hand over her sex. Her enlarged irises—typical of Veredian-Xelixian hybrids—seemed to have expanded further, almost swallowing all her sclera. Their yellowish hue had darkened, making the green specks look like shimmering stars in a deep bronze sky. Lips parted, eyes hooded, she breathed in quick shallow breaths, as she held my gaze unwaveringly daring me to continue.

Eyes still locked with hers, I poked my tongue out to draw circles around her areola. Simultaneously, I rested my palm on her sex, and flicked my thumb on her over the thin, lacy fabric. As a series of intermittent tremors shook her body, I repeated the motion a couple more times. Then I slipped my hand under her waistband while sucking her nipple into my mouth again.

The intoxicating scent of her musk slapping my nose, the heat of her bare sex already wet for me on my fingers, and the strangled sound of her breath hitching, sent a bolt of fire directly in my cock. The heat radiated throughout my pelvic area, and searing heat shot up the length of my shaft.

I swiftly released her nipple, clenched my teeth, and buried my face between the valley of her breasts as I growled painfully to repress my burning urge to spill. Her smug chuckle pissed me off. The fiend knew exactly how she was affecting me. What the fuck kind of warrior would I be if I allowed myself to be bested without her even touching me, other than my damn hair?

I jerked my head up, bared my teeth at her with a menacing growl, and sunk a finger inside of her. All smugness vanished from her face as she gasped. Pain didn’t prompt that response. I’d been careful, knowing she’d likely be tight.

And she was…

But not in a frightening fashion. The fact that Zhara was also already quite wet eased the penetration. I massaged her clit with my thumb at the same time I moved my middle finger in and out of her. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as voluptuous moans tumbled out of her. My cock throbbed, and an unpleasant pressure clutched at my balls. Once more, I ignored them… including the bead of pre-cum that I felt seeping out of me.

Invoking every ounce of my willpower, I resumed licking and sucking her nipples as I carefully inserted a second finger inside of her. This time, it was a tighter fit. The fear that my considerable Braxian girth—despite being smaller than a pureblood’s—wouldn’t fit reared its head again. So I began scissoring my fingers with each stroke to help stretch her.

I rubbed my face over her chest, inhaling her sweet scent before kissing my way down her stomach. I paused long enough to tease her navel with my tongue, then headed straight for my prize.

My abdominal muscles contracted painfully with a nearly rabid hunger as I tugged on the flimsy string of her panties’ waistband to lower it. For a split second, I seriously considered snapping it. It disturbed me how much the thought of tearing her clothes off—not just her panties—turned me on. Would she find that thrilling or distressing?

That would be a discussion for another day.

I didn’t finish pulling them off her. Just as they cleared her knees, my eyes locked on her glistening petals, and I lunged forward. Zhara cried out when my greedy mouth settled on her. She gripped my hair with such savagery that I vaguely wondered if she hadn’t ripped out a clump. Simultaneously, she involuntarily jerked her pelvis up, ramming it against my face. If not for my flat, Braxian nose, she might have broken it.

And I didn’t give a fuck…