Chapter 22 Ciprian
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CIPRIAN
I carry my mate to the bedchamber, our bodies still locked in an intimate embrace.
She told me to use her until I’m satisfied, and I fully intend to do just that.
But I want her in the bed.
Spread out.
Mine for the taking.
Her lips are on my neck, kissing the water droplets off my skin. We’re both wet. Aroused. Utterly consumed with one another.
The mate-bond is still snapping into place, our minds melding on a wave of intoxicating sensation. I can feel every part of her, and I know she can sense me, too.
It’s a beautiful union.
The perfect mating.
“You feel fucking amazing,” I tell her, my voice a low rumble of sound even to my own ears. My beast is ready to be unleashed. Determined to fuck. To mark. To claim.
The shower was a mere introduction to the experience to come. A way to take the edge off. To allow me a chance to learn.
Now I’m going to master the art of taking my mate.
Lifting her off my cock, I toss her onto the bed and smirk when her tits bounce.
“Ciprian.” My name leaves her on an adorable little snarl.
“Miss me already?” I ask, using my wings to carry me onto the bed.
She yelps as I pin her, the movement fast and clearly unexpected.
I follow it up by settling between her thighs and entering her again in a harsh thrust. “I’m going to enjoy filling you with my seed, little mate,” I inform her, my lips near hers. “But first, I just want to feel more of your sweet cunt. Clench around me, Viviana. Hold me.”
She shudders, her hands going to my shoulders as she clings to me.
It’s not what I meant.
But I enjoy the way her palms feel against my bare skin.
Which gives me an idea.
She’s not fully lost to her heat yet, her mind very much alive and aware of our thriving connection.
I pull out of her again and roll us until I’m flat on my back with my wings splayed beneath me, and her petite form is straddling my hips.
“Explore me.” I don’t issue it as a request so much as a demand. But really, it’s an invitation. One I hope she accepts.
I’ve waited a millennium for this experience. I want to prolong it. Bathe in it. Delay my gratification until my beast is roaring with the need to rut.
And I want her to be the one to teach me a lesson this time.
“Show me what you like, regina mea.”
Her nipples tighten, her eyes gazing down at me with exquisite need. I can taste her arousal on my tongue, making my mouth salivate for more.
It takes restraint not to flip our positions again and place my mouth against her luscious pussy.
But as she shifts and takes hold of my cock, I find myself captivated and barely able to breathe. She angles me toward her slick heat and slides down, taking me to the hilt and rocking her alluring hips.
Gods. Her citrusy scent is everywhere, claiming this room just as much as she is claiming me.
“You want to ride me?” I ask, aware of the growl deepening my voice.
“No.” She squeezes me with her cunt, drawing a hiss from my lips. “I’m holding you inside me while I explore. When I’m done… I’ll consider riding you.”
I arch a brow. “You’ll consider it?”
She nods. “You gave me two commands—to hold you and to explore you. The first is done. The second is… something I intend to make last. So if you’re patient, I’ll reward you. If you’re impatient, I suppose you’ll reward us both by fucking me to oblivion. Win-win situation, I think.”
Her levelheaded reply confirms she’s very aware of our embrace, something that thrills me. While I can’t wait for her heat to take over, I’m eager to play while she’s capable of being in charge.
“Explore away, mate.”
She presses her palms to my abdomen, her nails gently tracing lines across my stomach. “You’re all muscle… I’m kind of mad that you hid this from me beneath your clothes for so long.”
I smile. “Are you saying you want to keep me naked for a while?”
“For forever if you let me,” she says, leaning down to press her tits to my chest and hug me. “I think I’ll just… live like this.” Her pussy spasms around me, causing me to growl a little.
“No moving? No petting?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums. “You wanted me to hold you… right?”
My grip on her hips tightens. “You’re playing with me.”
“Maybe.” She presses a kiss to my shoulder, her hands trailing up my sides. “I think I’m just… loving you.”
“Loving me?”
“Yes.” She sounds a little confused, her mind telling me that she’s considering the term and realizing that perhaps she does love me.
“You should. I’m your mate.”
“But we just met.”
“After years of stalking each other,” I remind her with a growl. “We’re connected for eternity, Viviana. Love is… what we are.” I say it slowly because I’m attempting to puzzle her thoughts together with my own. “I think our mating redefines the meaning, or perhaps makes the word irrelevant.”
“So you’re saying this is more than lust?”
My growl shifts into a snarl. “Lust is something I feel, yes. But the yearning I have for you is far deeper than that term can singularly define.” Though, I am aware I’ve used that term a few times, thinking about how many years’ worth of lust I have for her to handle.
But this is more than a lifetime of desiring a mate. It’s about finally finding my other half. Completing my soul. Officially feeling alive…
Rather than comment all that aloud, I push the realizations into her mind, wanting her to understand. Needing her to comprehend that this is about so much more than pleasure for me.
She’s my future.
The one I’ve spent several lifetimes hunting for, not just for the kingdom, but for me.
My soul’s mate. My heart. My Strigoi Queen.
She shivers against me. “When I started researching you, I never expected… this. But I think I dreamt about it. And I know I fantasized about… something like this.” Her mind tells me those fantasies involved a lot of sex. Biting. Claiming.
But she never anticipated the emotions thriving between us.
“Mates do more than fuck, Viviana.” I take my hand away from her hip and glide it up her bare back to her nape, then slide my fingers into her hair to take hold of the damp strands.
“You’re mine to cherish, regina mea. Mine to spoil, too.
” I tug her head up and force her to meet my gaze. “And mine to love.”
She crawls up my form, causing my cock to slip out to the tip, and presses her lips to mine.
My mate is giving up her world for me. But I don’t hear a single ounce of regret in her mind.
“This is a lot more rewarding than delivering a dissertation,” she says against my mouth. “I think I always knew my research would end this way. Or perhaps… perhaps I merely hoped it would. I don’t know. I’m tired of trying to understand fate. I just want to feel, Ciprian. Make me feel.”
My chest releases a low rumble of sound, my hands falling away from her as I restrain my urges once more. “I thought you were going to explore me?”
She grabs my shoulders and pushes herself upright as she takes me to the hilt again. “I thought you wanted me to ride you?”
A chuckle escapes me, the sound a rarity. Yet I suspect this female is going to make me laugh… often. “I want you to teach me what you like, mate. Show me how to pleasure you.”
“You’ve been doing a fine job without my instruction,” she says, her voice turning husky with the words. “But I would love for you to sit up.”
I consider her request and use my wings to propel me upward.
She jumps, then moans, the positioning driving me even deeper into her. “Hmm,” I hum, taking hold of her hair again as my opposite palm goes to her lower back. I thrust up, drawing a sharp gasp from my mate’s lips. “Yes, I do like this.”
So I repeat it again.
And again.
Each punch of my hips making her cling to me more and more.
“Your pussy is strangling my cock, pet.” I press a kiss to her throat, her pulse a throbbing enticement against my mouth. “Mmm, but I wonder what it would feel like… with a little more pressure.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as my tail glides up her thighs.
“Go up on your knees for a second,” I tell her. “Let my cock slip out of you.”
Her mind shifts from wanting to utter a denial to being curious about my intentions. Then she goes up on her knees like a good little mate.
I praise her with my thoughts but, out loud, say, “Stay just like this and don’t move.”
Her brow furrows a little, then she freezes as the tip of my tail slides through her damp folds. “I don’t think I can… take… that… with your cock, Ciprian.”
“You can and you will,” I assure her. “And you’re going to like it, too.”
I drive the tip into her and swirl, saturating my tail.
Viviana screams at the sudden intrusion, but she doesn’t move—just like I requested.
“You’re so fucking good for me,” I tell her, stroking her G-spot. “Keep obeying, pet. We’re going to do… something else new.”
Her shoulders seem to stiffen.
“Stay relaxed,” I murmur, withdrawing my tail to guide it back. “I hear that’s important.”
Her mind catches up to my intentions just before I reach her second hole.
I don’t give her time to process it as I prod it with my tail, testing the tightness of her opening.
“Ciprian…” Her mind tells me she’s never done anything like this before, and not just with a tail.
She’s a virgin here, a realization that makes me smile. “We’ll experience this together, Viviana.”
I push a little more, my tip folding in on itself to keep the flared head as slender as possible. The dampness of my tail makes this easier, allowing me to enter her somewhat easily.
But… “Fuck, you’re tight back here, pet. It’s going to take some work to prepare you for my cock.”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t think—”
“You’ll take it,” I interject. “When you’re lost in your heat, you’ll even beg for it.”
Those beautiful tits of hers flush a pretty pink, making me want to lick them. So I bend my head and do just that, biting and nibbling her breasts as my tail works its way into her.
When she starts to squirm, I slide my palm down from her lower back to swat at her firm ass. “No moving.”
“You’re… you’re torturing me,” she accuses, the moan underlining her words telling me it’s a good kind of torture, not a bad one.
Of course, the way she’s dripping between her thighs already confirmed that.
So rather than reply, I take her nipple between my teeth and bite.
She jolts, so I grab her hip to hold her steady, my opposite hand still in her hair, as I drink from her. Gods, just think, in nine months, you’ll have milk here, too…
She shudders in response. You’re going to impregnate me during the heat. It’s not a question but recognition of a concept she already understands.
I am, I confirm. We’re going to make an heir.
But we’ll have a lifetime of ruling together before that heir takes over the kingdom.
Because that’s how matings and royal cycles are supposed to work.
Something I make sure she knows with a few thoughts from my mind to hers.
Though, she’s starting to lose herself to the sensations of my bite and the ministrations of my tail. “My needy little pet,” I murmur after releasing her nipple. “Be a good mate and put my cock in your cunt again.”
She doesn’t fight me or question it, just does as I demand, then gasps when my tail flares a little in her ass.
“Fuck,” I whisper, marveling at the sensation.
“I felt that.” So I do it again. Because it makes her impossibly tighter.
Adds more to the experience. Makes this…
unbelievable. “I’m going to fuck you like this from now on.
Always ensuring you’re so consumed by me that you can’t think of anything else. ”
If she wants to protest, she can’t, because I claim her mouth with my tongue, taking all three of her holes. Fucking her. Possessing her. Filling her.
My beast roars with triumph as my mate melts into me, accepting me as hers, and clamps down around me to ensure I can’t leave.
Not that I would even try.
If anything, I just try to go farther into her, forcing her to take as much as she can with my tail, cock, and tongue.
All while monitoring her pleasure, ensuring she feels even better than I do. Which is a hard task to accomplish, given the euphoria warming my veins.
Every part of me is on fire for her. This isn’t even the rut or the beginnings of it. It’s simply… us.
I kiss her. Devour her. Fuck her. Fall into her. And find a new existence with her.
She’s everything to me.
My mate.
My queen.
My destiny.
“Come for me,” I beg her. “I need to feel this delicious body of yours detonate around me.”
She trembles, her climax warming our bond until she does exactly as I implored her to do. Only it’s even more intense. Even hotter. Even more cataclysmic than I could ever have imagined.
It’s a roaring fury of need mingled with fate, and it drowns me in a sea of ecstasy, forcing me to explode right along with her.
We’re both groaning. Growling. Snarling.
And then it hits… the urge to never stop. Not just out of desire for our mating. Not just because I can’t get enough. But an intrinsic need to ravage her.
She claws at me in earnest, feeling the same pull, her body and mouth and mind demanding more. More of everything. More of me. More of us. More of this.
We lose time.
Because it’s irrelevant.
She’s immortal now. I’m immortal. She’s mine. I’m hers. All that exists is our passion. Our yearnings. Our illicit cravings.
My beast is in charge now, giving rein to my monstrous needs.
Fortunately for me, I have a queen. A feisty, confident, fearless female. My pet. My mate. Regina mea. Mine.