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“Come for me, little mate. I want to feel it around my length, milking my mating scent from me,” he snarls, and with a nip of his fangs as his tail flicks my clit, I hurtle over the edge again with a howl.
My pussy milks his hard length as he struggles to fill me, and with a roar, he slams into me once, twice, before I feel his release fill me. The scent only gets stronger as I fall forward. With a snarl, he pulls free of my body, and I hear him grunting before something wet and warm splashes across my ass. There’s that scent again, but it’s more intense, and I cry out. More sprays across my back, and then I’m flipped.
My eyes widen at the sight of Akuji before me on his knees. His clawed hand is wrapped around his enormous, throbbing wet length. He strokes it with a snarl as he shoots more of his release across my skin, hitting my breasts. I arch up as he pumps his release all over my body, hitting my thighs, stomach, and pussy. Each drop makes me cry out, the scent giving me a high, and then he groans and slumps forward. He narrows his eyes and raises his clawed hands to massage his cum into my skin.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he chants as he does so, gnashing his fangs as I pant beneath him, letting him do what he wants. When he’s rubbed every drop into my skin, which seems to absorb it, he purrs, pulls me into his arms, and holds me tight, peppering my face with kisses. “My mate, mine, mine,” he mutters between kisses.
“Big guy…” I groan, exhaustion suddenly washing over me.
“Shh, sleep, my mate. All is well now.”
My eyes close before I can ask the questions crowding my slow brain. The most important one being why I now smell of him.
TWENTY-THREE
AKUJI
The message comes an hour after sunset. I nod at the warrior who conveys it and dismiss him, returning to Aria, who is sleeping peacefully in my nest. It took her a while to drift off, used to being awake during the day and sleeping at night, but she is settling in well. Even my people stare openly now, and there are no more death threats.
Crouching near the nest, I stroke a hand down her arm before trailing my fingers back up and moving her hair from her face. Her lashes flutter open, those emerald eyes almost blinding me with their brilliance as they lock on me. She’s immediately awake and ready, her body tense. It’s a warrior’s reaction, shifting from being asleep to alert.
“Shh, little one, it’s just me. I have news,” I tell her, stroking her until she relaxes.
“Talia?” she responds instantly, hope blooming in her eyes.
“Yes, the tribe will meet with us. It will be on neutral ground, of course, but it’s good news,” I promise as she sits up. I let my hand drop, but she reaches for me, and that sets me alight all over again. My gaze roves over her skin. I have no time to show my little human what she means to me, but I wish I did.
It will have to be enough that my bonding scent covers her skin and hair, warning away other males who might find my human attractive.
“When?” she queries, leaning into me as she scrubs at her face.
“In an hour, so let’s get you fed and ready.”
“Ready?” she asks, peering up at me, and I can’t resist, so I lean down and cover her lips with mine, swallowing her moan as I growl. My hands burrow in her hair to drag her closer, my forked tongue sliding against hers.
I have to tear myself away with a snarl as she laughs.
My tricky little human.
“Ready?” I rumble, trying to remember my train of thought and not how good she looks in my nest. “You must look the part of a reigner’s queen.” I stand, unable to look at her without leaping at her and getting her under me again.
Taking slow, shallow breaths to distance the scent of her arousal, I search for what I need.
“Queen… Akuji, what are you planning?” she demands.
Grinning, I look back at her. “A show, little human of mine. J ust a show.”
* * *
ARIA
“I look like an idiot,” I grumble, tugging on the fur in an attempt to try and cover more.
“You look like a warrior,” Akuji promises, kissing the exposed skin at my shoulder, his eyes black with hunger as he looks at me. I shiver before I force my lustful thoughts away.
“He’s right,” Roroak assures me, watching me with a considering expression, no lust there. There was only shock when he first walked in and smelled what we had done. I turned bright red and scurried away. I didn’t ask and he didn’t either, but he did help Red with this little scheme of his—dressing me like a monster queen.
Which apparently means leather, fur, and lots of weapons.
