Chapter Thirty-Eight
Penelope
I’d never seen a male go expressionless the way Dristan had at my announcement. Horror and doubts slipped through my mind as I watched him. But when he gave a low laugh, hefting me into his arms and taking me to the floor, spinning me in a circle, I realized that I was wrong.
“I love you too,” he murmured against my hair as he went still, holding me so tight I could barely breathe. I didn’t care, running my palms over his broad, muscular back. I couldn’t close my arms around him, but I didn’t care.
I love him and he loves me.
I felt the tears slipping from my eyes, and he noticed them not long after. He tsked, dipping to press kisses to my eyes, drinking my tears as he did.
“No, rega . No tears allowed here. Not tonight,” he whispered. He lifted me into his arms, taking me into the bed and dropping me onto it. I watched as my huge male hovered over me for a moment, allowing me to take in all of him in his full glory.
I moaned, reaching forward to grip him by the base of his cock. He grinned at me, my grumpy male losing some of his ire—something I attributed to his orgasm as much as the mating.
A satisfied male is a happy male.
“Can you take me again?” he asked, already spreading my legs and making room for his hips.
I didn’t let go of his cock, nodding my response with a desperation that I felt through my bones. He lifted my other hand, pressing gentle kisses to my fingers before pressing them to his chest, over his heart.
My own heart melted at the gesture. I knew what he was telling me without saying the words.
This is yours.
I took his huge palm and spread it over my chest. Even as I saw his eyes soften with tenderness, he gave my breast a mischievous squeeze. I laughed and he leaned forward, using my hand on his cock to steady his movement between my legs.
My fingers slid down, wrapping around the head as I rubbed the tip against my soaking pussy lips. I teased us both, moaning in the back of my throat at the exquisite touch.
“Inside, rega ,” he groaned. “Be good.”
“I’m always good,” I insisted, my head tipping back as I used the tip of his huge cock to rub my clit. “So fucking good.”
He growled his agreement, his big palms squeezing both my breasts as he let me play. With one move, I knew my male could have me impaled with his cock faster than I could protest. And I wouldn’t fight him. I wanted that too.
But the anticipation was part of the allure with Dristan. I’d always known this night had been coming—even when I was in denial about it to myself. This male and I were always going to be together like this.
I trembled under him, desperate for him in a way I hadn’t realized I could be. I rolled my hips, notching his cock against me so that the tip slid into my drenched pussy without much resistance. The rest of him was going to take some work—even after last night.
We were going to have to do this more often so my body could get used to his. The sharp flare of pleasure through my pussy told me that it wouldn’t be a hardship at all. Dristan’s fingers found my nipple unerringly, his eyes locked on where he was entering my body.
The knock on the door earned a loud growl from my male. It startled me as well, making me jerk, taking more of his huge cock. Dristan’s growl transformed into a moan and he pushed in another inch, licking his lips, lusting flaring in his eyes.
“I just wanted to know if you two would be joining us for breakfast,” Rudgar called from the other side of the door, amusement clear in his tone. “I’m taking those noises that you’re making in there as a solid no .”
I slapped my palm over my mouth because I hadn’t realized I was moaning loud enough for him to hear me. Dristan pulled my hand away, ducking to press a kiss to my lips before working his cock in another inch.
Breathy gasps left us both. He released my breasts, dropping his palms to my hips, his fingers flexing against my skin. I knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck me like there was no tomorrow.
The fire in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. I leaned up to press a kiss to his whiskered cheek. “More,” I begged, arching my back, offering my breasts to him.
His pupils dilated wildly and the low, feral sound that left his throat sent a thrill through me. He took a nipple between his lips as he pushed his hips forward—into me. The stretch was exquisite.
I cried out as he went deeper, my eyes rolling back with pleasure as he played my body like a well-oiled instrument. With another few thrusts, my male was fully inside me. The burn of the stretch only added to the pleasure and I scrabbled at his back, pulling him fully against me so we were almost one.
His weight on me should have been overwhelming but it was exactly what I needed. An anchor in the whirlwind of pleasure bombarding me. With his first thrust, I dug my nails into him, safe in the knowledge that I couldn’t cut my male, trying to keep myself tethered to him as I flew.
My orgasm ripped through me, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt. I was shaking against him, sobbing with pleasure into his chest and he pressed gentle kisses to the top of my head, the rumble in his throat a purr that soothed me.
“Yes, rega ,” he hissed. “So fucking tight.”
He didn’t stop pumping his hips, fucking me into the bed until I thought my orgasm would never stop. My toes and fingers ached from where I’d curled them.
“D-Dris—” I tried slurring his name, but his palm at my lower back curled upward until my hips tilted and he was pressed against something that had stars bursting behind my eyes. I was almost certain that I wailed so loudly I shattered some glass somewhere in the suite, but I couldn’t hear anything but my male’s drumming heart.
His own bellow was sure to break something else as he came, his cum overflowing me and sopping the sheets under us even more than I had. He pushed inside with a final, heaving thrust, burying himself so deep I wondered if we would ever be able to separate.
Not that I wanted to. I snuggled closer to my male, my fingers drifting over his back, savoring him the way I hadn’t been able to earlier. I was still a semi-drooling pile of orgasmic bliss, but at least I was more awake.
“I love you, rega ,” he murmured, turning us until I was splayed over him, his palms running over every inch of me. “So much.”
I moaned, squirming against him, his still semi-hard cock buried inside me. He grumbled his annoyance as I sat up, straddling him, but I beamed down at him. “I love you too.”
With a smacking kiss across his lips, I tried to get off of him, but my male wasn’t having it. He held me hostage, taking more kisses and murmuring words of praise against my cheeks.
I basked in his affection and attention—something I hadn’t expected from him, but appreciated with every inch of my soul. The second knock on our door was more insistent.
“Come on, lovebirds. We still have to talk to the developer. Get your asses out here,” Rudgar called.
Dristan grunted and huffed, grabbing my hips and plopping me on the bed so I was splayed like a starfish as he stood. Endorphins were still giving me chills every other second. I had the forethought to slap his ass when he was close enough, a satisfied smirk curling my lips.
The groan from the other side of the door told me that Rudgar had heard it and the click of his shoes announced that he was stomping away.
“You’re a bad influence,” Dristan said, dipping to kiss me one last time before going to the bathroom.
Aware that we did , in fact, have things to do, I abstained from joining him in the shower—even though I was tempted by his sexy, soapy green skin. I bundled the sheets off the bed instead, praying that we hadn’t done any lasting damage. I ignored the cum leaking slowly down my legs from between my thighs, walking funny as I hustled around the room, getting my things ready before my shower.
Dristan’s groan from behind me made me jump as he grabbed me into his arms, burying his face against my hair. “You smell like me,” he rumbled, running his warm palms over my ass. “Don’t shower. I always want you smelling like this.”
I huffed out a laugh, absorbing his warmth. “You made a mess of me, so I’m going to have to. But I’ll probably be smelling like you no matter what I do.”
He released a happy grunt and I was tickled that I could tell the difference in the tone of the sounds he made now. I wiggled out of his arms, and it was his turn to slap my ass, the sound loud as I turned accusing eyes his way.
“Don’t clean up too much,” he called. “We’re trying to keep the cum inside where it can do its work.”
My face was so hot I thought I would faint. “I can’t get pregnant yet,” I gasped. “We’re not even married!”
“You’ll have to plan the wedding fast, then,” he said with a shrug, pulling one of his garment bags from his suitcase and laying it out on the bed. “Because I’m not going to stop coming inside you. I want you pregnant as soon as possible.”
“And I suppose I have some say in that,” I called, rolling my eyes as I shuffled into the shower, knowing that I would be walking funny for days to come. The sweet ache between my thighs was a reminder of how virile my male was.
“You do,” he said, buttoning his pants in the doorway of the bathroom. “You get to decide how many we have. I’m willing to stop after six.”
“Six?” I asked, my eyebrows swinging up as I stuck my head out of the shower. “I only want two!”
He scoffed, walking back into the bedroom. “Rudgar and I were only two and it was lonely. No, six.”
“Not six , Dristan,” I called, scrubbing myself clean in record time before hurrying outside to continue my argument. “Three at most .”
“No,” he shook his head, already fully dressed and putting on his watch. “Six.”
“You’re being unreasonable,” I told him, drying off and dropping my towel to the floor. I squeaked when Dristan filled his palms with my breasts, smacking him before side-stepping him. “No boobs unless you agree.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Five.”
“Four,” I said, tilting my chin up. He studied me for a moment before nodding with a grin.
“Good. It’s decided,” he said, focusing on where he was now cupping my breasts again.
My eyes widened with horror. “You wanted four.”
“Four was always the goal,” he corrected, lifting me onto the table and stepping between my legs. “But six would be fantastic.”
“I can’t believe you,” I laughed, smacking at his chest. “I thought you were serious.”
“I am serious,” he murmured, dipping a finger inside of me and tucking his thumb against my clit until I shuddered. “I want as many of my young inside you as I can, rega . Whether it’s four or six, I’ve always wanted a big family.”
I moaned, allowing my male to touch me until I was coming on his hand. He held me through it, murmuring in orcish as he did. Words of praise and love, I could tell. I needed to get him to teach me his language. He ran gentle, worshiping hands over me, and I’d never felt safer or more cherished in my life.
“Six,” I conceded and my mate rumbled out a laugh.