Chapter 14 Ciprian #2
She’s mine. My intended. My queen. My pet. She may not like that endearment, but it doesn’t change how I feel about her. She’s mine to care for. Mine to please. Mine to possess.
I just need to figure out how to help her understand that I won’t irrevocably harm her. I’m larger. My stamina is… intense. But I listened to her body earlier. I stopped when I sensed her physical limit. What I didn’t account for was her mental one.
Which, I suppose, is where the safe word comes into play.
Hmm. I enter the foyer—my office is on the first floor—and fly up to the second-floor landing to head toward my suite.
I have a tablet in there that I can use to read more about her request. I should have done that instead of venturing into my office, but I thought some space would allow me to regain control of my raging need.
I was wrong.
My craving for her has only increased in the short time I’ve been away.
Her scent hits me as I enter my rooms, my beast instantly quieting inside as my hunter instincts are engaged. Our prey is in the bed. And she’s aroused.
Fuck.
That spiced citrus aroma has my dick aching in a heartbeat. I’m going to have to find some way to relieve myself. Some way to calm this tumultuous urge to claim.
I want to live inside her for eternity. Feel her cunt milk my cock. Fill her with my seed. Demand that she live on my cum alone.
Gods, I’m utterly fucked.
If the Strigoi don’t allow me to take this female as mine, I will lose my sanity. She is my present and my future. There will be no discussions. No denials. No failure.
Which means I have seven days to prepare her.
Seven days to indulge in her flesh.
Seven days to make her understand what it means to be a Strigoi King’s mate.
Our lessons will begin now, I decide, stalking toward my bedchamber to where she’s twisted in the sheets. She’s lost to sleep. And she’s moaning.
Every part of me stills, my gaze on her sweet form.
She’s dreaming.
“Ciprian,” she whispers, her eyes closed as her hips gyrate.
Fuck. She’s not just dreaming… she’s dreaming of me.
In my bed.
With her hand between her thighs.
While murmuring my name.
How the fuck am I supposed to resist this? I demand. Or am I meant to join?
It feels like a test.
A trial.
This female is meant to be my queen. If she needs attention, I will give it to her. Because she owns every part of me.
My heart. My body. My soul.
“I’m here, pet,” I say, kneeling on the bed beside her. “Now spread your thighs so I can see how swollen you are.”
Even in her sleep, she obeys, her legs falling open as she presents her slick pussy for my view. She has three of her own fingers inside herself, but her brow is pinched in frustration.
“It’s not enough, is it?” I ask, amused. “You want something thicker, don’t you, regina mea?”
I have half a mind to free my cock and give her exactly what she needs.
But Marius’s words haunt me. I need to make this about her pleasure, not mine.
My lips twist. Perhaps the solution is to delay my gratification and wait until she demands that I take my lust out on her.
A jolt of heat settles in my groin at the concept, the notion one I find very pleasing. Does that defeat the purpose? I wonder.
I’m supposed to be focused on her, not myself.
Yet everything involving her pleases me.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, sprawling out beside my writhing female. “You need me. That’s all that matters now.”
Because she appears to be in pain, her fingers not doing what she needs. The tip of my tail trails up her athletic leg, and a soft gasp leaves my intended’s lips. I wait to see if she’ll wake, or react in—
Her hand leaves her pussy and wraps around my appendage, her slick fingers drawing a hiss of exquisite need.
“Gods, pet,” I say, feeling instantly pained. “You’re soaked.”
I can see the glistening flesh. It’s like a beacon between her thighs begging me to lick her clean. But I’m frozen in shock as she guides my tail to her entrance instead.
Heat shoots up from my tip, searing my nerve endings. “Fuck,” I pant, nearly coming from the stroke of her palm as she pushes me into her sweet cunt.
A beautiful moan leaves her, and suddenly she’s rolling into my body.
I cup her cheek, trying to see if she’s awake, but she buries herself in my chest and begins to move against me.
She’s fucking my tail.
I don’t stop her. I simply flare the end and stroke that place I know she likes. When her leg comes up and over mine, I move my hand down to her ass and hold her as she rides me.
“That’s it, my queen,” I whisper. “Take what you need.”
This is the beginning of the famous mating high, I realize.
Gods, I’ve heard about this. Have craved it for eternity.
But it shouldn’t be happening yet. This experience is meant to happen after our official mating.
“Fuck, pet,” I breathe, feeling her clamp down around me.
If this is the mating heat, then my human pet is going to be insatiable soon. It’ll be my duty to see her through the pending heat-like experience. Just as it will be her job to accept my lust.
I bury my face in her hair and inhale her sweet perfume. She nuzzles my chest, her hands clinging to my shirt.
And then she detonates around my tail, her orgasm so intense that I feel it through our growing bond.
It has my cock straining in response, my balls ready to fucking explode.
But then she quiets with a sigh, and her body goes placid against mine. Like all that pent-up need has fled her system and she can finally rest.
However, she holds my tail in place, her grip the only firm thing about her.
If she wants to sleep with me inside her, I won’t fight the urge. In fact, I encourage it instead—by widening my tip and lodging it within her slick channel.
She releases another sound of contentment, her body seeming to snuggle even more into mine. Then she falls into a deep slumber.
With my tail in her pussy.
It’s beautiful. Right. Perfect.
Closing my eyes, I let her hold me in this state, and force myself to ignore my raging need. This is for her, not me, I think. When she’s ready, I’ll unleash my passion. Until then… we’ll sleep.