Lyra
Excitement thrums through me as we zoom through the night. I love everything about this. The sound, the vibrations that run through me, the wind in my hair, but most of all I love the feeling of the male beneath my hands. The way his muscles flex and shift under my palms, the way he smells.
‘Oh, my stars. The way he smells.’
If I could bottle his scent, I would. Pressing my nose to his shoulder, I inhale and bite back a moan. I may be innocent, but I know what this is. I’d known as soon as he’d swept me off my feet. He’s mine. And I can’t wait for him to make me his.
This is why I’d known that marrying our neighbour wouldn’t work.
There was none of this all-consuming need—this aching hunger that runs through me. The need for him to fill the one place no male has ever been. My body’s ready, slick with desire. Every breath quickens in anticipation. I can’t wait to arrive at the clubhouse.
I try to focus on the ride, and although I’m enjoying it and the way we fly down the road at great speed, the wind whistling past us, blowing my hair wild around my cheeks.
The steady, unrelenting throbbing between my thighs is messing with my attention.
I’d never imagined that meeting my mate would be so overwhelming.
Nothing has prepared me for the hunger that runs through me.
As soon as he stops and switches the bike off, the silence of the night enfolds us.
Standing on the glides, I whisper in his ear, “You need to get me inside…NOW. I’m not sure I can hold myself back.” I note the way his skin pebbles in reaction to my words.
I’m all but panting, my breasts aching, my pussy clenching. Heat is running through me, and I’m not able to control the camouflage of my skin that’s fluctuating between my own and the blue of his. That’s how much I need him. My mate.
“Feck,” he growls. Turning slightly, he hooks an arm around my waist and swings me off the bike and into his arms, cradling me high on his chest as he dismounts.
From the way he closes his eyes, as if he’s in agony when he inhales, I know he smells my need.
And with the way he grits his teeth, maybe he is.
It isn’t like I know much about the male species.
That brings up a whole other worry. Will we be compatible?
Fuck, I hope so. Fate wouldn’t give me a mate that I wasn’t compatible with. That would just be cruel.
Stron rushes us through a room that’s filled with other males, but I’m too far gone in my mating need to take much notice of them.
It doesn’t take him long to unlock his door, and then he’s placing me on my feet. I waste no time in throwing off my clothing. They feel like sandpaper as they rub against my sensitive flesh.
Only when I’m fully naked and breathing a little easier do I look up. Stron’s standing still, looking at me with a stunned expression on his face.
Uncertainty fills me. I’m not sure if that’s a good stunned or disgusted stunned. His next words reassure me, even as he reaches out a hand and runs it slowly down my body. I know what he sees.
Tiny flower like suckers. Each one an erogenous zone.
My entire body is one big erogenous zone.
I shudder as his fingers slowly runs across the one closest to my breasts.
And then moan and sway towards him as he cups them and gently runs a thumb across each nipple that opens for him and grips his thumbs.
“Feck, a stór, you’re so beautiful. Like a flower.
Your whole body is a flower.” He sounds awed, like he’s seen nothing like it, and truthfully, he probably hasn’t.
There aren’t many of my kind left in the universe.
We’ve been hunted for millennia as scientists try to understand how our skin works.
He lifts his eyes to mine and I can see how much he wants me.
“I know you’re innocent, but is there anything else I need to know before we take this further? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No,” I shake my head. “Just know that my entire body is sensitive and these,” I press a light finger to a flower, “these will attach themselves to your body wherever they touch you. It increases my pleasure but will also increase yours. Also,” I bite my lip, hesitating as I wonder if he’s going to freak out when I tell him they are inside my channel too.
Stron cups my face in his hands and lifts my head, guiding my gaze to his.
He pulls at my lip so that I release it and runs a gentle thumb along it as if to soothe the slight pain I’d caused myself. “Tell me, a stór.”
“They’re inside me too and will grip and suck on your cock when you fill me.”
“Feck,” he mutters, leaning down and resting his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as if in agony. “You’re going to be the death of me, milseán. Now I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Giggling, glad he’s not disgusted, I push at the leather cut he wears and catch it as it falls from his shoulders. I know from Kragor to respect it. “Then hurry and be inside me, Stron. I ache. And it’s getting worse the longer we stand here.”
“Fecking hell,” he growls as he picks me up and deposits me on his bed.
Immediately, his scent envelops me, soothing me and quietening some of the desperation I’m feeling.
Stepping back, he makes quick work of getting rid of his clothing, and I can’t lie, I’m loving the striptease.
His two cocks somehow don’t surprise me, and I’m sure that I should be more afraid, but the need to have him fill me and make me his is overwhelming.
Stron places a knee on the bed, his hands cupping my knees as he slowly presses my legs open.
He closes his eyes when he finally sees me.
All of me. Inhaling, he presses a kiss to my knee.
I’m drenched. My need for him coats my thighs.
I know I’m different from most females, although our parts work in the same way.
“Tell me what you need to make this good for you, a stór.”
“I need you to fill me with your cock. I ache and I’m empty. This first time will be fast, but once you’ve mated me and I’ve pushed some of my essence into you, then my body will calm down and we can take our time. It won’t be like this all the time.”
“I don’t care if it is,” he assures me, running his nose down my thigh.
He stops short of my aching and weeping pussy.
With a flattened tongue, he takes a swipe at the topmost sensitive flower.
Somehow, he knew that one would send me spiralling.
And it did. Just that one lick and I was arching up as sparks of ecstasy flooded me.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my belly as he crawls up the bed.
When he’s even with my head, he lowers himself an inch at a time until he covers me.
My body immediately cleaves to his and attaches itself to his skin.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, our eyes meet as he slides, slowly and gently, an agonizing inch at a time into my body that wraps itself around him until we are one.
A shudder of delight runs through me as his second cock attaches itself to me. Experimentally, I rock my hips and shock ripples through me as I come again.
Stron stiffens and growls as he lowers his head to rest on my shoulder as he pants.
“Fecking hell, a ghrá, I’m trying my best not to come like some male not yet in his prime. But your body is doing things to mine that I’ve never felt. I’m a lucky fecker.”
A happy fluttering feeling floods through me.
And I can’t control the joyous laugh that bubbles out of me.
“I’m glad you like it. But, Stron?” Driving my fingers through his hair, I tug on the ends.
He obliges me and lifts his head. When his eyes meet mine, I tell him, “You need to move, huné. I’m about ready to combust. I also hope you’re ready to be a father because my kind is very fertile. ”
I’m not sure what it was about those words, but it shifted something in him because the next thing he was driving into me again and again until we both exploded.
I’m not sure how many times we reached for each other that night.
There were too many times to count. He’d tried to take it slow, very aware of my innocence, but when I explained how my body worked and him denying us hurt more than having his cock inside me again and again, there was no stopping him, especially not once he understood what made me feel good, and my male loved making me feel good.
He seemed to get off on the number of times he could make me orgasm.
My body has gone back to its natural state. My need for my mate is sated for now. The last time we made love, it had been slow and beautiful as he sank deep into me one last time.
It was early morning when we cleaned up and changed the bed before falling worn out onto it. Curling up against him, his arms securely wrapped around me, we fell into an exhausted sleep.
Continuous knocking and an early morning wake-up call was not how I envisaged our day starting.