Chapter 12 Zara #3
He knew what to do, gliding his fingers inside her before sliding up to her clit, and within moments Zara was gasping into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders as heat rushed through her.
He kissed her like he intended to unravel her right there in the car, and she would’ve let him if he hadn’t suddenly lifted her.
Her breath hitched as he carried her out of the car, still kissing her, and they stumbled into the house, lips never parting. He pressed her back against the nearest wall, devouring the sounds she made.
But Zara knew what she wanted.
And this time, she wanted it her way.
She wriggled down his body until her feet hit the floor, palms flattening against his chest as she reversed their positions and pressed him to the wall. His eyes flashed with heat and surprise, his tail curling low and tense behind him.
“Zara,” he murmured.
“I want to do something,” she interrupted softly and didn’t give him a chance to argue. Her hands slid down his shirt with intent, slow but sure, and the way he exhaled told her he finally understood. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down as she fell to her knees.
She had him right where she wanted him, letting her do as she wanted to him.
She stroked his bulge until it parted, and his hard cock came out of the vertical slit into her waiting hand.
It looked like a human’s cock, and it felt like it too, hard but velvety at the same time.
It made her mouth water, so she trailed kisses on the underside before taking him into her mouth.
And it was turning her on even more how he barely stood there and trembled under her touch.
It was the first time she’d ever felt him react to her like that, and triumph sparked through her like wildfire. Oh, she liked this. A lot.
She wrapped her hand around the base, pumping it in time with her mouth, so she could focus on the tip, swirling her tongue around it and sucking.
Hektor cursed under his breath, a harsh, guttural sound that shot straight through her.
His hands slid into her hair, tightening just enough to make her shiver as she moved faster, listening to every uneven breath he took, every shift of his hips, every rumble of approval he couldn’t hold back.
He was so into it and so undone.
So hers in that moment.
Which was why it stunned her when he suddenly pushed her back, not hard, just enough to make her blink in confusion, before he set his jaw, grabbed her by the thighs, and lifted her clean off the floor like he couldn’t stop himself.
“Hek—” she started, breathless.
But he was already gone. Lost to the need she’d sparked in him.
He carried her with single-minded purpose, kissing her, hands everywhere, heat rolling off him in waves. The kitchen island was the first flat surface in reach, and thank the gods it was clear because he set her there like he’d been thinking about it for days.
Then he was on her, pulling off all her clothes and lavishing her body with a hunger that made her arch off the counter.
His mouth was hot and sure on her clit, his hands on her thighs steady even as he devoured the reactions she couldn’t hide.
She was already trembling, already close, and he wasn’t even trying to slow her down.
“Hektor—please—” she gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He only looked up at her from where he was working her apart, eyes molten, before drawing another long, desperate sound from her.
She couldn’t take much more. He knew it, and he kept going.
He kept his eyes locked on her, tracking the way pleasure crossed her face. And when he caught the exact reaction he wanted, the one that made her mouth fall open, her breath catch, he didn’t stop. If anything, he doubled down, moving with intent, with precision.
She reached for his horns without a second thought, gripping them as she shamelessly ground against his face.
The low, strangled sound he made in response went straight through her, feeding the heat curling in her stomach.
His hands gripped her ass, and his gaze never left hers, like he needed to watch what he was doing to her.
Her grip on his horns tightened, her thighs trembling around his face.
At this point, she didn’t care about anything except him, what he was doing to her, what he made her feel, how impossibly good it was when he finally stopped teasing and truly gave in. Her whole body sang for him, alive and reaching, but she needed more.
“Hektor, please fuck me.”
Lust flashed in his eyes as he quickly stripped.
She noticed the scales on his chest glowed a soft orange, but before she could ask about it, he lifted her again.
She barely held on when he planted her on his cock and wrapped her legs around him.
They stayed there for a breathless moment, foreheads almost touching, just…
looking. His arms were tight around her, her hands curled instinctively at the back of his neck.
And then she ground against him as her eyes closed, head tilting back on a moan she couldn’t hold in.
How was it this good? How was he this good?
She felt even more as his cock stroked her pussy right where she needed him. And he was rubbing that sensitive nub in perfect rhythm with her movements. It was so good it bordered on too much—pleasure spiraling tight, overwhelming, stealing her breath.
“Yes…” she sighed, voice breaking, but he only murmured a low, rumbling encouragement, coaxing her higher.
It was building fast, and she didn’t know if she could hold on or if she even wanted to.
And then his mouth found her breast, sucking and licking, one arm around her holding her up, and his other hand stroking slow, steady lines on her spine. Her eyes flew open. What was touching her clit? She looked down between them and gasped. “Wait—Hektor—what—”
He met her gaze, pupils blown wide. “Yeah. There’s two.”
“Just now?” she breathed.
“Yes,” he said, voice rough with restraint.
The realization rippled through her like electricity. And gods, it felt so good.
He crushed his mouth to hers, breath hot, kiss hungry. She could feel how excited he was, and it made her dizzy.
“It doesn’t always come out,” he muttered against her lips, voice rough with need, his hands tightening on her hips as he urged her to move faster.
The admission hit her hard. Not just the words, but the way he said them, the way his body responded to her like he couldn’t help it. The pleasure was already overwhelming, but knowing she’d pulled that reaction from him and knowing he liked it that much, sent a sharp rush through her.
Her breath stuttered, her nails dug into his shoulders, and that final push of intensity tipped her right over the edge.
He moved with her, filling her just right, and his second cock was still rubbing her clit.
The pleasure became a blinding tide, hot and impossible to hold back, and in the next moment, she saw white, pure, overwhelming, all-consuming.
Her words failed her, replaced by sharp, ragged sounds that filled the space between them. The press and grind of his body against hers turned the world into sensation, everything else dissolving away.
“You’re okay?” he asked, breath uneven against her ear as he set her back on the counter.
“Yes,” she managed.
Her hand wrapped around his second cock, drawing a deep groan from him, the sound vibrating through both of them.
“Zara,” he groaned again, voice low and rough, trying to steady himself. “I just…I need to explain,” he said, but his hands were already trembling slightly, betraying his composure.
She tilted her head, moving her hand faster around his cock. It felt like it was bigger than the other one, and she had a goal in mind. “Explain later. Right now…I wanna make you come.”
He swallowed hard, gaze darkening as he tried to focus. “I…I need both of them inside you,” he admitted, voice tight.
Her eyebrows lifted. “It’s possible?”
“Yes,” he said, exhaling shakily. “Have you…have you done it before?”
She bit her lip. “Yes.”
He froze for a moment, caught between disbelief and need. She pressed the point, teasing gently, “One at a time, not at the same time.”
He shook his head, conflicted. “It wouldn’t hurt…”
“I know,” she said softly, brushing a hand over his. “I know you would never hurt me.”
Seeing him hesitate, she wrapped her hand around his and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking gently as she stared into his eyes. He groaned again, a sound that carried both relief and desire, letting her know that, at last, he was ready to surrender to them both.
“How are you like this?” he muttered, his voice rough.
She let go of his fingers with a pop. “Haven’t you noticed I’m very curious…and like to do things?” she quipped, a teasing smile curling her lips.
The air between them was thick with anticipation, their breaths mingling, and when he finally moved his fingers to her rosette, it was with a careful, measured precision.
The trust she’d placed in him guided all of his touches and motions, and the connection they shared made each second feel like it was both explosive and tender all at once.
He took his time getting her ready until she felt herself opening for him in a way she had never experienced.
She let out a soft gasp as he drew her closer, her body responding instinctively to him, as he whispered against her lips, “We’ll take it slow…
together.” His kisses were soft, deliberate, and full of intention as he slowly pushed his cocks into her.
She could feel the careful control behind each press of his lips, and it made her heart race.
She wanted to give this moment back to him, to show him she trusted him completely.
It stung slightly, a sharp reminder of the intensity between them, but it only deepened her focus on him.