16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
PEM
I want to devour my mate.
The need claws at me, raw and relentless, but I hold back, barely. I sit up and tug Iseol into my lap, where she slots her legs on either side of my torso.
My hands cradle her face, tilting it up to meet my gaze. She watches me with wide eyes, heat flushing her cheeks a bright purple.
The sight undoes me more than anything.
I lean forward and brush my lips against hers in a tender caress that belies how badly I want to tackle her to ice and knot her until she screams.
Iseol exhales softly, her breath warm against my skin, and I press in, parting my lips just enough to scrape my tusks over the tender flesh.
My tongue flicks out to the soothe where I’ve nipped, and Iseol whimpers, taking control of the kiss as she silently demands more.
Skimming my palms down her waist, I tug her closer, my therys throbbing against the thin slip of fabric that still covers her pussy.
She deepens the kiss, claiming more of me, and I savor her soft gasp as her hands clutch at my biceps to grind her pussy atop my hard length.
I groan as she rocks back and forth, my therys trapped between her body and mine, aching with the restraint it takes to keep from pushing into her heat.
A soft moan tumbles past her lips when the tip of my therys brushes across her clit, and I swear that tiny, needy noise she makes is enough to make me come.
My hands leave her hips to smooth over the bare skin of her lower back. It’s like silk beneath my palms, so soft and warm despite the frigid temperature.
I suck her bottom lip, biting down gently before trailing kisses along her jaw, down her throat. Her scent engulfs me, driving me barmy with need.
Like vanilla and snowflakes.
“Take your bra off for me, cariad.”
My voice is lower than I intend, thick with repressed hunger. Iseol hesitates, but only for a moment.
Slowly, with trembling hands, she pushes the final layer that conceals her naked body from me. I exhale a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding.
Fuck.
She’s stunning—flushed all over—her pale blue skin tinted violet from the cold and arousal as she watches me drink her in.
Her breasts are small, tipped with navy nipples that beg for me to suck on them until she’s shaking with pleasure.
I reach down to adjust my therys, gripping it hard and slowly stroking the length to ease some of the ache, but it does nothing.
The craving within me sharpens, demanding I claim, take, possess—but I refuse to succumb to my rut.
Iseol shivers when I shift to set her down and kneel between her legs again. My mouth trails down the column of her throat to the swell of her breasts.
I palm one, rolling the stiff peak of her soft nipple between my fingers before taking the other into my mouth.
She gasps, her back arching as I swirl my tongue around the hardened bud. Her fingers clutch at my horns, and need slams through my body.
Still, I hold myself back, relishing the way my mate’s breath stutters—how she squirms beneath me, seeking friction.
Releasing her with a wet pop, I smirk with satisfaction at the way her breasts flush purple, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, flicking my thumb over one side and then the other.
I move from her breasts to kiss my way down her stomach, my hands smoothing over her thighs as I settle between them, yanking off her thin panties.
Her body trembles as Iseol parts her legs further, granting me access once more. I hook my arms beneath her thighs until her ankles cross behind my neck.
Dragging my tongue up her pussy, I groan as her slick floods my mouth. It’s like a never ending waterfall of arousal that I want to drown in.
Iseol’s small frame jerks in my hold, and I hum in satisfaction, licking again—slower this time—savoring every drop of her.
I nuzzle into her, my tongue working over her clit in slow, lazy circles. She whimpers, gripping my horns as if she’s afraid I’ll stop.
“Pem!”
“That’s it,” I praise, sliding two fingers inside her, stretching her open as I suck her clit into my mouth. “Good girl— such a good, fucking girl. ”
She moans, her thighs trembling around my head. The way she’s unraveling beneath me, so utterly lost in pleasure, is enough to nearly undo me.
Again.
Fuck.
Will I ever be able to control myself around her?
I press deeper, curling my fingers against the spot that makes her cry out before her body tightens and she comes for a third time.
Iseol shrieks, her hand yanking at my horns as she shatters around my tongue. I lap up every drop, drinking in her pleasure while it drips down her legs.
Then I kiss my way back up her delectable body, my therys pressing heavy and insistent against her thigh.
She blinks up at me, eyes glazed. Her plump pink lips are parted as she pants, trying to catch her breath.
“No more layers,” Iseol whispers.
“Just us. Are you ready for me, cariad?”
“Please,” she all but whines, and my tether on reality snaps.
I can’t hold back anymore.
Adjusting until Iseol’s hips cradle my form, I lower myself down on top of my mate, capturing her lips for another searing kiss.
Her body molds against mine—soft where I’m hard—as if she were made to fit into me.
Just me.
One hand braces my weight as the other grips the thick base of my therys, lining myself up against the dripping entrance of her pussy.
“Hold onto me, fynuhmar.”
My voice is rough, thick with restraint. Iseol bucks, urging me on. Her fingers curl into the muscles of my arms, her delicate nails imprinting crescents into my flesh.
I press forward.
Slowly.
Methodically.
Agonizingly.
She’s tight—so fucking tight. A strangled sound escapes my throat, my head tipping back as my mate’s wet heat engulfs me.
Beneath me, Iseol mewls, her walls stretching to accommodate me. I freeze, fighting the primal urge to thrust in past my knot and claim my mate.
“Wait, cariad,” I murmur against her skin, pressing kisses to the crimson dot on her cheeks and forehead as she attempts to surge upward.
She scowls, clearly not on board with my attempt to take things gently. But her mouth twists from displeasure to bliss when I sink into her, trolyg by trolyg.
The moment that I’m completely seated inside of her, a guttural growl rumbles through me, vibrating through my body and into Iseol.
I pause, savoring the way she grips me. Her pussy flutters around my therys, and I flex my hips a bit. We both groan when Iseol clamps down around me.
“Fuck. You feel so good, fynuhmar—like…like home.”
Underneath me, Iseol sniffles, and I pull back to stare down at her. Tears crystalize in the corners of her eyes, and I freeze.
“Iseol, are you alright?”
“I love you,” she whispers.
My heart skips a beat.
“What?”
“I love you so much. Now, please— please —move.”
“As my mate wishes.”
A ghost of a smile curls Iseol’s lips before I slide back, dragging my therys out just as slowly as when I entered—and then I slam back in.
Over and over I repeat this until my mate is screaming for more.
Faster.
Harder.
I groan but don’t hesitate to pick up the pace.
Anything for Iseol.
“Touch yourself,” I command.
Her breath hitches, but she instantly complies. To my surprise, her hands don’t slip between our bodies but reach up to cup her ears.
The moment she starts rubbing them, her pussy grips me like a vice, I bite back a curse as Iseol closes her eyes in rapture.
“That’s it. Come on my cock—come all over me.”
The way she clenches at my words makes my vision blur. Her hips tilt instinctively, angling herself just right as I thrust deeper.
“Pem!”
Iseol drops her hands to clutch her tails, holding them so tightly, I think she might yank them off.
And then she’s breaking apart beneath me, gasping my name again as she shatters. She lets go of her tails and reaches for my arms, clinging to me.
The sight of her unraveling wrecks me.
I lean down, burying my nose into the column of her throat. Iseol’s scent fills my nostrils, her pulse thrumming just beneath where I hover.
My hips snap forward, the rhythm rough— desperate—as I try to hold out but can’t any longer.
Not with my mate coming around me.
The base of my therys throbs, and my knot begins to swell. In seconds, I’m locked inside of Iseol as my body tightens.
A heady rush of pleasure coils at the base of my spine before I explode. My vision goes blank as ecstasy courses through my veins.
And then I paint my mate’s pussy white.
I come harder than I ever have in my entire life, my knot expanding even more. White-hot pleasure crashes over me in waves as I spill into Iseol’s welcoming heat.
Suddenly, the need to claim—to mark my mate as mine and mine alone—rushes through me. Acting on instinct, I rasp my tusks up the length of her throat.
Iseol howls, her pussy clamping down on me harder. Her body convulses beneath me as another orgasm rips through her.
Our bond snaps into place like a thread sewing us together, weaving through my very bones and etching into my soul.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Slowly, the pleasure ebbs but never leaves me completely. I wrap my arms around Iseol and roll onto my back, keeping her securely against my chest.
For a time, we just lie there together, our breath misting into ice with every panting exhale we take.
But after a while, my mate grows restless, and I tamp back a snarl as Iseol squirms in my hold, her soft body reigniting the flames of my never ending arousal for her.
“What’s wrong, fynuhmar?”
“I need more.”
She whispers this while burying her face into the side of my neck. Her skin flushes purple at her admission, and my therys twitches inside of her.
“I know, cariad. Your first heat is going to ride you the hardest. It’ll be a bit before I can move because of my knot, but you can sit up and grind down on me while I pet your tails and make you come. That should help until…”
Until I can fuck you senseless again.
Even though I don’t say the words, Iseol moans. She sits up with my help, her small hands pressing into my chest for stability.
We stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity, and then, Iseol moves. Slow, undulating circles that press down against my knot as she circles her clit over my fur.
I watch her, utterly mesmerized. Lost in her pleasure, Iseol closes her eyes and tips her head back. Her moans turn to groans, each one getting louder.
“Is it always going to be this…this… magical ?” she pants.
“No, fynuhmar, it’ll be better—so much better. Every time.”
She whimpers, and I tighten my grip on her hips, guiding her movements, helping her chase the high she so desperately craves.
“That’s it,” I murmur as her cheeks deepen from lavender to amethyst. “Ride me, cariad. Take what you need—I want to feel you come again.”
At this, I reach out to stroke along one of her tails, the white length feather soft under my touch. Iseol stiffens at the contact before bucking her hips faster.
“Oh—gods, Pem!”
Her voice breaks, and then she’s silent, her body quaking, as she tips over the precipice into the abyss of euphoria.
I groan at the way her tight walls grip me, squeezing around my knot and milking every last drop from my therys.
When she finally collapses against me, panting and spent, I press a kiss to her hair and cradle Iseol close.
From our bond, I can sense my mate’s contentment, and for a moment, I forget about the world around us.
Who I am.
What I should be doing.
Right now, there’s only Iseol and me.
Mates forever.