Chapter 8
Otto
Holy fucking shit, goddess almighty, what a sight! Back in the temple, I barely got a good look at her, but now, here she is, in all her glory, only inches away from me. There aren’t words to describe her. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Breathtaking. None of them come close. She’s… everything.
From my knees, I take in every curve, every grippable roll, every stretch mark, every freckle. I can’t memorize her fast enough. I want to frame this moment so I can study every detail later and remember it always.
Hands on her waist, I stand quickly and lift her. She hisses as her bare ass hits the cold countertop just next to the sink. I want my tongue between her legs, but after rushing our mating, I won’t hurry what she’s offering now.
I kiss her, soft and slow. Not letting myself give in to the desire to devour her, I dig my nails into my palms and keep my hands at my side to control myself. I know the moment I touch her again, it’s all over.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, her thighs spreading to make room for me. When I swipe my tongue across her bottom lip, she opens with a moan, and I can’t hold back anymore.
“I’m so sorry, beauty.” My hands skim her legs while we kiss, squeezing her upper thigh before dragging up her sides to her full breasts.
Damn, she has nice tits. They spill over my hands, too big to hold, her areola peeking out from between my spread fingers.
“You’re perfect. So perfect. You make me lose all thought.
All reason. I want you so bad it hurts.”
I finger her nipples, unable to believe she’s letting me touch her like this. I figured I’d have to grovel for twenty years at least before we got to this point. Thank the fucking goddess for the irresistible pull of mate bonds.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” she gasps into my mouth, reiterating her point from before. “Or that I like you. I still don’t like you.”
“I know, beauty.” If this is her not liking me, what will it be like when she does?
She scratches my bare back, and my cock strains against the fabric of Damian’s shorts. Fuck, is it bad that I wish he were here right now? I can imagine him pressing into me from behind as I claimed Kat’s perfect cunt. Fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I’m hers. And she’s mine. My mate.
Kat wraps her legs around me, and every thought flies out of my mind. She drags me so close that her needy pussy grinds against my abs. Time to give her something to really grind against.
I unwrap her legs from around my waist and spread them wide, putting her on display for me.
Kat’s whole body blushes red, and she tries to close her thighs, her expression taking on a self-consciousness that wasn’t there before. “Sorry it’s so… I usually only shave if—”
I growl, not wanting to think about why she might shave this pretty pussy.
I fucking love that she’s giving herself to me just as she is, natural and untamed.
It means she wasn’t expecting anyone to see her damp, unruly curls.
I part them with my fingers, revealing the dark pink lips I crave.
They’re plump and swollen, dripping with desire.
I stare, unable to look away. It’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. There’s something obscene about the way my fingers spread her wide while my other hand digs into her hip. My cock throbs, leaking pre-cum all over Damian’s shorts.
She tries to close her legs again, but I block the movement, spreading her even wider. “You’re so damn hot. Absolutely perfect.”
She laughs awkwardly. “Far from that.”
“Perfect,” I say again, pushing my palm to the center of her chest until she leans back against the mirror behind her.
Then I lower to my knees, tugging her to the very edge of the counter so I can feast unobstructed.
I grip her thighs tighter, lick my lips, and kiss the inside of her knee. She trembles, whimpering softly.
A glance up shows she’s grabbing her breasts, the plump flesh spilling over her cute little fingers. I brush my lips along the inside of her thigh until I reach my prize. I start with soft kisses, using my lips as much as my tongue.
“Oh, ohhhh. That’s good. What the hell are you doing?”
I smile against her, continuing my gentle assault for a few more minutes before switching to long, flat licks that make her moan even louder.
Tracing the edge of her labia causes her to moan.
Quick flicks of my tongue across her clit make her squirm.
Sucking the tender nub has her gasping for breath.
I study every reaction, every response. I’ve always loved learning, but this is the best lesson I’ve ever had.
The only thing I want to study from now on.
My beautifully responsive mate.
Her taste is tart and sweet, with a touch of a musk that makes me feral for more.
But tasting her isn’t enough. I need to feel her, feel every inch of her.
With my tongue still on her clit, I press one finger into her heat.
She’s so wet it slides in without any resistance, so I add another.
She gasps and squirms, bucking her hips to ride my hand.
I turn my palm up and curl the digits toward her upper wall, finding that bumpy spot I know will drive her pleasure higher.
“Oh, oh!” The euphoric noises she makes have me smiling against her pussy.
“That’s it, beauty, come apart for me.”
Her muscles flutter around my fingers, and I swear I feel the phantom sensation around my cock. Weak under her power and intoxicated by her taste, I stroke myself over Damian’s shorts with one hand while I finger fuck her with the other.
Warmth tingles at the base of my spine. My cock twitches.
Shit, I’m gonna come just from this if I’m not careful.
How would I explain a giant wet spot on my pants to Kat’s son?
Ripping my hand away, I reach up to grab Kat’s breast, but it’s too late to stop the impending orgasm.
One lick of her sweet arousal, and I’m coming right in my shorts.
She immediately follows me over the edge, and the feel of her clamping down on my fingers has me spilling even more.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I breathe out as she gushes against my mouth.
She grabs my hair and jerks my head back, panting. “Too much. Oh, oh.” She throws her head back, eyes rolling up to the ceiling.
Shit, that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. “Yeah, just like that.”
I give her clit another stroke, and her whole body spasms again with a low whine from her lips. As she settles, I kiss her thighs, working my way up, until I’m standing. I slowly lick my lips, savoring every drop of her pleasure.
Her dragon’s flame flickers in her eyes.
“Thank you.” I kiss her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips. “Stay right here. Let me fill the bath again so it’s hot for you.”
She nods, closing her eyes, completely languid, her normal sass completely stripped away. Once the bath is the right temperature again, I carry her over and set her gently in the water. “Just relax, beauty. I’m gonna take care of you.”
“I think you already did.” With her eyes still closed, she giggles. It’s a girlish sound that makes me smile and wonder how long it’s been since she made that sweet noise. I get the impression she’s had to harden herself against the world for a long time.
For once, she doesn’t fight me. She rests as I lather up a loofah and gently scrub her body.
I wash her hair with the same shampoo I used for bubbles.
I’ll never be able to smell eucalyptus again without thinking of the first time my mate let me taste her.
It’s my new favorite scent, my favorite memory.
She moans as I work my fingers into her hair and massage her scalp.
A happy sound I want to bottle up and keep forever.
Pampering her like this is exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life.