CHAPTER 29

Rudgar

F eeding my mate was a priority after we’d enjoyed the sunset together. I led her to the chaise that I’d brought to the rooftop. This was one of my favorite places. Somewhere I went when I needed peace and quiet.

I wanted to share it with her. I needed her to know that she had a safe place with me. As the automatic lights around us came on, her eyes twinkled as she spotted the chaise and table. Still, she didn’t say anything, and I was beginning to worry.

It’s been a solid ten minutes since my chatty mate’s spoken. Did I do something wrong? Is she wondering what the hell we’re doing on this cold rooftop?

Just as panic filled my chest, my mate turned to me, snuggling against me and wrapping me in her arms.

“Thank you,” she whispered, nuzzling against me and I saw the tears sparkling like diamonds in her eyelashes. “I needed this. I didn’t realize how much until just now.”

“Of course,” I murmured, running my palm down her hair and back. “I’ll give you the key to this floor, Gul-ar. So you can come here any time you want.”

She burrowed her face against me, sniffling hard and I kept her close, praying she wouldn’t cry anymore. Her tears made me helpless. I didn’t know how to fix what was happening inside of her, but I needed to. I would protect her with my last breath.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered, and I snorted out a laugh, but she shook her head, meeting my gaze with her serious one. “You are . And I’m never letting you go.”

“I have zero intentions of being let go,” I murmured, sweeping her hair behind her ears so I could kiss each of them, then her nose and then her sweet lips. “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine ,” she whispered, running her fingers through my beard and then moved them to my tusks, holding me still so she could kiss me. Euphoria spun inside me at the feel of her holding me still. I’d never understood the draw of a female gripping our tusks until I’d met Zara.

Then I’d realized that I’d allow my female to drag me around the entire world by my tusks and I’d be deliriously happy while she did. It meant that she felt safe with me. I wasn’t a threat to her. In her mind we were equals and that was all I’d ever wanted.

I’d been intimidating females since I was young. Too large and muscular when all I wanted was to protect them. My mother had assured me that I would find my female one day, but I hadn’t believed her.

Until now.

I held my precious mate against me, and there wasn’t a glimmer of anything but love in her eyes. I moved us, settling her next to me on the chaise and then lifting the cloche off of the tray of foods I’d had prepared for us.

“Oh, you’re trying to get laid,” she gasped, her eyes widening as she saw the display of chocolate, candy and cakes I’d revealed. It hadn’t taken long for me to realize that she had a sweet tooth, and I was going to use it to my seductive advantage.

“I’m always trying to get laid,” I explained, running a tusk against her jaw and neck. “Every moment I’m not buried inside that sweet pussy is a travesty.”

Her gasp against my lips was the most delicious sound as I kissed her. She tackled me, but wasn’t strong enough to push me to lie down. She grunted as she shoved, but I wasn’t moving an inch.

She stopped sucking on my tongue long enough to pull away and glare. “Why aren’t you letting me win this wrestling match?” she asked, as if it was a given that I would always let her win.

And yes, that’s totally true.

“I want you to eat first,” I explained, knowing my eyes were probably glowing with lust as I licked my lips. “I love watching you eat.”

“Oh, you want to picture me sucking your cock,” she said in a low, seductive tone and I nodded, unable to deny it as I throbbed like a prepubescent male in my pants.

“Okay,” she sighed with a shrug, rolling her eyes as she turned back to dip a fork into the moist chocolate cake, the gooey ganache leaving a smear on the white plate. She licked her lips as she lifted the fork to them.

I groaned as she took the bite into her mouth, pulling it out slowly, the clean, gleaming metal sending a shiver down my spine.

“If you want a first-hand show of cock sucking, Rud,” she said with a wink as she moved closer. “I can give it to you.”

“This isn’t about sex, Gul-ar,” I whispered, even as my cock disagreed. “This is about fulfilling your needs. Making sure you’re sated in every single way.”

Her eyes softened and she leaned into me, lifting a bite of cake to my lips. “I’ll only be satisfied when you are.”

I almost choked on the fucking cake when she took the moment to rub her palm up my thigh to cup my balls.

“And you feel so needy . Satisfaction is only a few licks away,” she murmured, swiping her tongue across my throat.

“You’ll be the death of me,” I told her, my hips rocking against her hand of their own volition.

“What a way to go, though,” she giggled, and I couldn’t stop the chuckle that left my chest. Turning us so she was settled between my legs, I hand-fed her the cake, adoring my female with every bite. I pressed kisses to her face, surrounded her with my heat and ensured that she was as comfortable as possible.

I ignored every time she tried to seduce me—but I was certain I was cutting off the circulation to my cock by keeping it trapped in my pants.

“This is the best date,” she said in a quiet voice, and I loved hearing it. There was something in her tone. Something that told me she was happy.

“I’m glad,” I whispered, giving her the last bite of the chocolate-dipped strawberries that had accompanied the cake. She took the time to swipe her tongue over my fingers and it was everything I could do to not toss her down onto the chaise and give her the cock she’d been begging for this entire time.

I took a deep breath, struggling for control, and tugged the blanket off of the back of the chaise instead, moving back until she was lying between my legs and we were cuddled in each other’s arms.

We looked out at the bright skyline for a few minutes, and when she turned slightly, tilting her gorgeous face up to mine, I leaned down to kiss her. It was slow and intimate, filled with the love that we felt for each other.

Gods, to have this female in my arms every day.

I needed it. With every part of my body. And I was going to find a way to kill Veron so I could have her.

The heat grew in slow increments, as our kiss spiraled deeper. Soon we were panting, our hands roving. My fingers found her nipple in her bra and gave it a firm tug.

With a small sound, filled with need and lust, she turned in my arms, her hands coming up to twine in my hair. When she’d straddled me, I pulled the blanket around her and she used the cover of it to tug her blouse and bra off. I groaned low in my throat, murmuring prayers of gratitude as I lowered my head to suck a nipple into my mouth.

Her sigh of pleasure and joy sent a jolt of lust through me. Her fingers in my hair tugged, telling me that she wanted everything I had to give her.

I can’t wait until I can fuck her again.

Now that I knew what her tight, wet pussy felt like around my cock, I wanted to fuck her until we both passed out. I’d barely had a taste of her before it had been taken away.

Running my tusks over her skin, marking her with my scent, I kissed her again, letting her know how I felt.

“Soon,” she gasped, reading my mind and body. “And then I’m not letting you leave my bed until we’re too chafed to walk.”

A snort left me at her words. My female was a wonder.

“Until then, I need you to sit on my face,” I agreed while licking my lips.

Her eyebrows swept up, but she wiggled against me until I groaned.

“Now,” I demanded.

Her tinkling laugh was cut off as I moved us, lying flat on the chaise and settling her until she was facing away from me. Her ass and pussy on full display for me while she straddled my face.

“Careful with your tusks,” she gasped, but I was already easily balancing her weight on my hands, keeping her safe above me as I dove my face into her cunt. She screamed, rocking her hips and riding my face.

Yes, lose your mind, Gul-ar.

I was surrounded by her scent, and it was making me dizzy with lust. My tongue was coated in her sweetness and this was the best moment of my life. The blanket over us gave an illusion of privacy, but we were still outdoors. There weren’t many buildings taller than ours, but if anyone looked over from them, they would see a moving lump of blankets and probably be able to tell what was happening.

“So fucking good,” she gasped and I forgot all about being seen.

Instead, I fucked her with my tongue, and she squealed with pleasure, her hips rocking as she rode it like my cock.

Fuck yes.

I took a moment, sliding it back to the rosebud of her ass, and she gasped, going still against me. I stopped at once.

“Sorry,” I murmured, and she moaned.

“No, it felt so good. I was just… surprised,” she whispered, her hands running down my stomach before cupping my cock through my pants.

“None of that,” I admonished, but I should have known that my female never listened to me. My cock was freed before I knew what was happening and I released a low growl that was filled with both warning and lust.

If she sucks me, I’m going to come down her throat.

Our date had been a slow, torturous game of control, and now it had snapped in one moment. I wanted her to touch me. I needed her to touch me.

“Gul-ar—” I started, but she ran both hands up over my cock, jacking it hard, and my hips bucked with pleasure.

I dove in again, sucking her clit into my mouth, cupping her ass between my palms and spreading her cheeks every time my tongue dove inside. Her hands lost their grip and she dropped them to my thighs instead, her hot breath gusting over the head of my cock and making me shudder with need.

I didn’t stop, though. I used her cream and my spit to lubricate a single finger, moving to the pucker of her ass.

“I’ve never done that before,” she moaned, pressing kisses to my cock, but not being able to focus on it enough to suck. “But I want it so bad.”

I have no problem with that.

I adored the fact that my female was so lost in her own pleasure—her cries frequent and loud—that she couldn’t multitask. Now that I had her permission, I pressed the tip of my finger against the ring of muscle. She moaned, her forehead against my stomach.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted, and I didn’t even think she realized she was saying it as I pressed in, finally breaching her ass.

“Fuck,” she screamed, rocking against my tongue, her thighs shaking around my face. “Rud, I don’t know if I can—” Her words were lost in a cry, loud and plaintive as she came on my tongue.

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