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“Here,” she gasped. “Right here.” She moved it, putting it where she wanted it. “There. That’s good.”

“Is it?” I panted.

“Mmm,” she said. “Make me come, Holston. Don’t youdarecome before me.”

My eyes snapped open and I pulled back to meet her gaze. Oh, fuck, that turned me on.

She gave me a fierce smile.

“Cypra,” I breathed. This woman, she… it was different than her being mine, suddenly, it was reciprocal. I was hers. I wanted to be hers anyway. I cared about her pleasure—and that didn’t seem entirely sociopathic to me, after all. Huh.

“Don’t you dare,” she repeated.

“Whatever you say,” I said, but I didn’t even know how to fulfill that. This was precisely the second time my mating cock had ever ejaculated—okay, well, I hadn’t come yet, but I was going to—and to think I had any kind of control over it, finesse with it, it was ludicrous.

But displeasing her was also not an option.

So, she just needed to come quickly, really quickly, because I could not hold this back, no way. I put my hands on her breasts, finding her nipples, remembering the way I’d teased them before, how they’d responded to me, hoping I could do that again, and they rewarded me by stiffening right away when my fingers found them.

She sighed at my touch.

I could feel the rhythm of my pleasure cock against her clit, and I tried to time the strokes of my fingers on her nipples with it, tried to make it all move with my thrusts, somehow, as if I was tapping into something ancient and powerful, some force that moved in and through us both, something as old as the stars themselves.

I was concentrating so hard on her, I realized I’d stopped focusing on my own pleasure, and I might have actually stalled off my orgasm.

Oh, shit.

No. I hadn’t, I hadn’t at all, and—

It was an explosion, a tightness that started in my balls and shot through me, shot out of me. There were tight little jerks as I expelled it all.

“Lose me in deep space, I’m sorry,” I muttered. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Did you just come?” She was not pleased.

“I…”

“What’s happening to your pleasure cock? Does it get soft with your mating cock?”

“I don’tknow,” I said. “I guess?”

She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Look, I’ll…” I slid my soft member out of her and dropped to my knees. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Her eyes widened.

I put my mouth on her clit. I licked, trying to make my tongue do what my pleasure cock did, trying to find that rippling movement that she liked.

She grabbed onto my antlers and moaned.

I licked like a wild man. I loved the way she tasted. I knew I was tasting myself on her, seeping out of her, and that… maybe that was kind of dirty or gross or something, but I didn’t care. To me, it just seemed hotter, because it was more of the way I’d claimed her, more indication that she was mine, and obviously I should taste myself there.

What I wanted, basically, was to have her filled full of my seed all the time, so that it was dripping out of her pretty little pussy constantly, because she was mine, mine, mine.

Her pussy was mine, and I was going to lick it until she screamed.

Which she did.

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