Chapter 23 Grtirr
The door sealed shut behind us, and the overhead lights clicked on, illuminating the inside of the nest with a soft glow. There were strings of work lights too, dimmed down until they looked like twinkling stars.
I worked so hard to put this nest together, but right now, I didn’t have time to admire it. Not when Julie was pressed against me so softly and neatly.
Her lips were still swollen from my last kiss, her cheeks flushed.
I crushed my mouth to hers again, my hands sliding down to grip the backs of her thighs, lifting her higher against me.
She gasped into my mouth, her legs locking around my waist as I carried her deeper into our private sanctuary.
The scent of her arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating, and so, so perfect, like it was meant for me and me alone.
My cock throbbed against the seams of my leathers.
At the center of the cave was our mating bed.
But instead of a modern flat sleeping platform that many Kadrixan males preferred, I’d gone for the traditional in a nod to Julie’s reverence for romantic customs and gestures.
It was a wide, bowl-shaped platform raised from the floor, lined with the softest furs and piled high with blankets and pillows.
It wasn’t the same fur as was traditionally used back on Kadri, but stolix fur was softer and waterproof too, nearly self-cleaning.
I lowered her onto the furs, my body following hers. I eagerly stripped away the layers between us. Julie, just as impatient as always, helped by pulling off her tunic and leggings and tossing them over the lip of our nest. Then she was bare beneath me, her skin glowing in the soft light.
“So perfect,” I growled, loving the way her yellow hair spread out on the satiny soft pillow.
I couldn’t believe I’d ever dared question the mate bond. She was made for me. I had no doubt of it.
I spread her legs and wedged myself between them as she leaned back against a pillow at the nest’s edge.
She looked back at me, hunger just as plain in her eyes as she roamed the front of my body, her eyes drifting over my shoulders and down my chest and belly to the cock jutting proudly for her.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and her chest rose and fell with a ragged breath.
She reached for me, her fingers closing around my cock. I hissed through my teeth as she stroked me, her fingers dragging over my spiraled ridges with deliberate pressure. Those ridges were made for her, each one designed to grind against her inner walls, to make her scream my name.
Her fingers were tracing every inch of my shaft, and I twitched in her grip. Her touch was slow, teasing, her thumb swirling over the head before sliding back down to squeeze the base. A growl tore from my throat when she rubbed her palm over the tip, smearing the pre-come beading there.
“Fuck, my little mate.”
A cocky smirk crossed her face. My little mate liked feeling in control.
I let her play for as long as I could stand it, trying to give her the illusion of control.
But the scent of her arousal was too much, the way her thighs trembled beneath me too tempting.
With a snarl, I grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, my patience snapping. I wasn’t waiting another second.
I moved back to give myself room before lowering my head between her thighs to the curls that hid her sex, my tongue already flicking out before I even made contact to taste the air. Fuck. She was delicious.
The first lick of her made my cock jerk, my hips grinding against the furs as I fought for control.
My tongue was made for this—the forked top designed to drive her wild.
I focused on her clit, teasing the sensitive bud with slow, deliberate strokes while my tail slid between her thighs, the flat tip rolling up to fit inside her.
Julie’s back arched off the furs, her fingers flying to my horns as I impaled her with my tail. The vibrations came unbidden, completely out of my control. They sent a shudder through her and made her hips jerk against my mouth. I groaned against her pussy.
I thrust my tail deeper, my tongue working her clit in relentless strokes. Her thighs trembled, her breath coming in sharper, more desperate gasps. I could feel her getting closer, her walls clenching around my tail, her fingers twisting in my hair.
I wasn’t going to stop until she came apart beneath me.
“Grtirr!” The sound of my name from her lips was resplendent, and I redoubled my efforts, my tongue and tail working in perfect sync.
I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted her so out of her mind that words no longer existed.
Her back arched off the bed, every muscle tensing as pleasure ripped through her.
The taste of her flooded my tongue, sweet and intoxicating, and I growled against her flesh, refusing to let up.
She was mine. Every gasp, every shudder, every broken sound was mine, and I’d gladly spend the rest of my life making sure she never forgot it.
Her body locked, her walls clamping down on my tail as the first wave of her orgasm hit. A broken cry tore from her throat, her hips jerking against my mouth as I kept licking, kept fucking her with my tail, drawing out every last shudder until she was gasping, her body trembling beneath me.
Before she could come down, I moved to cover her, pulling my tail free. My cock was already throbbing, the ridges aching to feel her wet cunt pulsing around me. I didn’t give her time to recover and drove into her in one hard thrust while her walls still clenched from her orgasm.
Fuck! That felt so fucking good.
Julie cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her. The tight, wet heat of her nearly undid me. I groaned, my hips jerking forward again, burying myself to the hilt. The ridges of my cock dragged against her inner walls, and she whimpered, her body clenching around me wildly.
She choked out a cry, too far gone for words.
“Good girl, my little mate. Take my cock.”
I pulled back and slammed into her again, my pace brutal, my control gone. Her heels dug into my ass as she met me thrust for thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the cave, mixing with her moans and my growls.
“Grtirr… fuck!” Her voice was raw, her head thrown back as I pistoned into her, each thrust drawing out a ragged cry. The ridges of my cock worked her over, rubbing against that sensitive spot inside her until her body trembled beneath mine.
Her walls fluttered around me again, and I reached between us, finding her clit with the flat of my thumb and rubbing in tight circles.
She shattered with a scream, her body clamping down on me so hard that it had me gritting my teeth.
The feel of her coming apart around my cock nearly sent me over the edge.
But I wasn’t done yet. I wanted our first time in our mating nest to be unforgettable.
I gritted my teeth, fighting back the urge to come as I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with her juices.
Julie whimpered at the loss, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
Before she could protest, I flipped her onto her stomach, shoving several pillows beneath her hips to tilt her ass up.
The sight of her spread open for me, her skin flushed, her hair a fucking mess, was something I wanted etched indelibly into my mind forever.
I gripped her hips, my claws pricking her skin just enough to form dents even though I’d filed my claws down for this occasion.
“You’re mine, Julie. Mine. Do you understand?” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled gently back. “Tell me you’re mine, my little mate.”
“Yes.” The word came out from between a hiss and a sob. “Yours.”
“Good girl.”
Then I drove back into her in one rough thrust, burying myself to the hilt.