Chapter 9
Roland
Roland didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t get enough of her mewling sounds when he hit the right spots, and the way she tasted and felt on his lips and tongue.
Holding Shea's curvy ass in his hands had him harder than he'd ever been.
He wanted to slide into both entrances at once, giving them both immeasurable pleasure; were it not impossible, he would have already been doing so.
Instead, he would have to settle for satisfying their needs by entering her pussy first to try to slake the lust and save the back door for a later time when he is able to draw the experience out at his leisure.
His cock was hard, long, and thick, with moisture beading at the head as he was tasting hers.
It curved as if poised to enter her with one quick thrust, waiting to be a part of her and her heat.
If he wasn’t a strong man, his legs would have buckled from the need to breed with her, but through it all he wanted to make sure she was enjoying herself.
Roland wanted, no needed, this pleasure to be provided only by him.
She was predestined to be his mate, but he also wanted her to want to be with him as her man, her partner, and her king.
Roland had been denying the truth to himself; he’d wanted her despite all that happened between them.
He tried to convince himself that he was just watching her to make sure that she was not up to no good or she would turn out like her father, but the reality was that he not only just wanted a taste but also wanted to lie with her and be with her completely.
He fought what his body and heart were telling him: that everything about her spoke to him—her laugh, her smile, and the way her eyes lit up when she was around her best friends, or she discovered a new herb to help with people’s ailments.
The tender care she took with the elderly and families, even though they didn’t treat her the best, and she always held her head high, like the queen she was meant to become.
He could feel every inch of his body coming alive and knew that soon it would be time for him to bury himself balls deep inside of her.
He felt her rain down more on his tongue, hot and wet like a tasty treat, and he could feel her straining to take him deeper inside.
Her walls clutching at his tongue, she came again, almost pulling all his hair out at the root.
He bucked at the pain, but then a zing of pleasure worked its way down his spine.
Roland slowly lowered her down, licking and biting at the flesh before him, until he had her standing on her feet and bent her slightly backward, thrusting her breasts—a ripe dark fruit—in front of his mouth to taste, lick, and suckle.
He smiled when her hands made it into his hair again and began to guide his head back and forth to where she needed his mouth.
He lowered his hand and cupped her swollen flesh in his hand, working his palm over her distended clit. She raised her leg and wrapped it around his hip, opening herself up further to him, seeking more.
Roland knew that this friction was not enough, but he needed to work her vagina so that she would get accustomed to him and would accept his entry easily.
She was almost there; he entered her with his fingers first and then fisted his hand to stretch her even more.
She squirmed a bit and made a protesting sound.
Roland knew that if he didn’t do this, when he expanded inside of her, she would be uncomfortable, and he wanted her to only feel pleasure; to only know pleasure at his hands.
He had fucked up earlier and hurt her, and for that he was deeply sorry. The scene that had unfolded in front of him had made her look bad, and the memory of his mother that had faded to a dull ache had roared to life again.
Roland hadn’t shown it, but he had felt a rush of relief over the fact that he had been wrong and was secretly glad that she’d used the serum only because she didn’t want to mate with anyone.
Twisted, he knew, because she was his destined mate and had just delayed the inevitable. The consequences—for both, if she’d been able to succeed with this being probably her last heated cycle—gave him pause for a second, and he almost pulled away from her; instead, he raised his head.
Shea looked at him, her eyes now a golden color to match his own, her eyes dilated from sexual arousal, her face slightly flushed with beads of sweat gathered on her forehead and neck.
She looked so beautiful to him. He traced his hand down her cheek to her neck, and he couldn’t resist; he leaned forward and licked the sweat from off her neck.
She purred, and he traced his tongue there, and she did it again.
Ah, an erroneous zone.
Even though he knew the reason, he needed to know and wanted to know if she was mostly afraid of being mated to him. The idea of this had popped into his head and tempered his lust.
“Why?” He said, his voice sounding like it had been shredded.
Her head had tilted back when he caressed her neck, but she slowly lifted it as if it was too heavy for her to bear, and her lids were lowered over gold eyes that stared at him in confusion at first. Then she reached out and cupped his jaw.
“For two reasons.” She explained with a sad smile.
“I didn’t want to bring children into this world that would face the same fate as me.”
His heart cracked from hearing this, and he nodded, grabbing the hand and kissing it. His eyes are begging her now for forgiveness.
“And the other was because I didn’t want anyone but you. Even when I knew it was—”
He silenced her with a kiss. The need now for him was to taste the lips that had him dreaming of them and swallow her cries of pleasure.
The dream did not do them justice. She opened herself up to him like a petal to the sun, and his tongue, seeking entrance, traced first the top and then the bottom, showing love to both before sucking on it like a piece of candy.
Roland took his time entering the cavern of her mouth and tasting her—the sweetness of her.
He delved in, sinking along with her as they moved their mouths against each other and their tongues danced, her sighs and his moans.
He cupped her head and then pulled on her hair; her hands landed on his shoulders, then slid to his back where her nails sunk in.
His hand lowered and reached between them to sink into her slick folds. She was so hot, wet, and snug.
He angled his head and deepened the kiss. His cock was so tight now it was painful; he needed to embed himself into her. She raked her top tooth on his bottom lip and pulled, and he lost what little control he had.
He spun her around, and she moved to the ground on all fours, her ass in the air in submission for him to penetrate her. He grabbed his cock and lowered until he notched himself at her entrance, his hand now around her neck to hold her steady as he slowly fed himself into her.
He let out a groan, and sweat popped out on his forehead and his lip.
They were both panting as if they were running a race.
The feel of her surrounding him as he moved forward had him moving down to his knees.
Shea began making sounds in the back of her throat as she tried to move herself more onto his cock, but he stilled her with his hand.
They needed to go slow until he was fully inside her, to give her time to stretch around his girth.
Her pussy was not making it easy either; it was greedily trying to suck him in further when he moved slowly.
He was halfway in when he raised her hips up slightly and pulled all the way out and watched as the head of his cock split her entrance again and her pink flesh began to take him in.
With one strong thrust, he was fully embedded and let out a curse; she enfolded him snugly within her walls, squeezing him just right.
“See, I told you I could take you!” "His little Meliah," she said, sounding proud of herself. But he could hear her breathing through her nose; she still needed to adjust, and he held still, but her tremors and fresh wetness drowning him caused him to move.
“I haven’t fully expanded yet.” He chuckled when he heard her gasp. “But don’t worry, you will.”
He moved the rest of his body over her with his lips and tongue on her neck as they moved together, his thrusts long and deep.
When Shea's pussy would clamp down on him during certain times, he would nip at her neck from the pleasure, and she would reward him with a moan and more of herself opening to him.
He sat back and pulled her into his lap, continuing this way so that he could give attention to her breasts.
They were so beautiful and full, with long, distended nipples he played and plucked.
Soon, once he emptied himself the first time, he would go back to suckling them and worshiping them as they deserved.
He traced his teeth along her neck, teasing her and making her writhe on his lap as he continued to slowly work in and out of her. The sounds and scent of their lovemaking filled the air.
He reached between them and used his fingers and thumb on her clit, and she groaned, her body beginning to stiffen, and she took his other hand off her breast and suckled on his thumb before biting down on it.
Quickly she was back on her knees with him sinking his teeth into her neck, marking her, his cock hard to the point of pain, the head of his cock growing and pushing against her swollen tissue, her sighs becoming cries, along with his groans, and she clamped down hard on him, signalling the beginning of her orgasm.
He pulled out quickly and ejaculated some of his sperm onto her back and buttocks, rubbing it into her skin before entering her with a sharp, hard thrust, as he expanded with more sperm and released himself into her as she continued to come.
He was now knotted inside his mate until she became pregnant with his child.
His body shuddered above hers until there was no more ejaculate in his body for now, and then he collapsed on his side, taking her with him, holding her in his arms, kissing her neck until sleep took them both.
During the heat and mating, shifters slept and then woke up to continue mating until the female was pregnant.
They would have a lot to sort out after leaving her home, her becoming his queen, and returning to his homestead.
Roland woke up several times; the first time, he took her lying on their sides, her leg pulled up onto his and pulled over and behind his buttock.
She felt so tight and good as he cupped her breast and teased her nipples until they both came.
His favorite position was her hands planted on the floor as he lifted her legs and positioned her like a wheelbarrow, his hands on her waist supporting her as he thrust hard and fast into her tight pussy.
He was pleased; she was so responsive to him and everything he could ask for in his woman, his mate.
He had even woken up from his sleep to her pleasuring herself on his cock. He was on his back, and she was in the reverse cowgirl position.
That was his second favorite position, being able to watch her take her pleasure from him.