Chapter 25
Yalina
The best I’ve ever had! He has a pretty high standard to live up to. I’m so confused when thoughts of Kaelun slide into my mind, and somehow the two of them become meshed together in a wild fantasy of heaving bodies.
Aurelion parts my thighs, pushing them wide open and positioning himself between them. Then he lifts the panel of my dress aside, exposing me completely.
I moan as his hot breath plays over my pussy. I’m wet and spread out for him so that even the tease of his breath there feels like a touch. When he actually puts his mouth on me, I think I’m ready.
I’m not though.
Instead of touching me with soft lips, Aurelion laps at me with a firm, rough tongue that reaches further than I would have thought possible.
I gasp, but he holds me there with strong hands, and I cannot do anything but let him.
I buck and push myself more firmly against him as he finds the right place, and he growls against my flesh.
Aurelion is all raw need and rough edges.
He is careful to keep his teeth from getting near me, though.
All I feel is sweet pleasure as he devours my innermost places.
His tongue spears all the way inside me and curls to reach a tender place within.
I cry out and clamp down around him, but he doesn’t stop.
Instead he grabs me, pushing his arms beneath my thighs, drawing me halfway off the sofa so I’m supported by his grip.
Then he ravishes my pussy until I’m a dripping mess, shuddering and convulsing.
Dying a little at the waves of pleasure rushing through me.
After a long time, he lifts his head, licking his lips in an obscenely erotic gesture that makes me squeeze all over again with need. “So? Am I the best you’ve ever had?”
I look up at him and am certain I look just how I feel—dazed, blissed out. But I grin. “I am not sure. I think I need a little more time to consider.”
With a low growl, he lifts me back onto the sofa and stands to strip away his clothing. “I promised not to leave you wanting.”
His form is as impressive as I knew it would be.
His torso is heavily defined, muscular and broad, tapering to a narrow waist. As he drops his tight trousers I cannot help but stare at the way his appendage stands out from his body, thick and completely rigid, totally bare from hair or fur.
His skin there is the same soft red as everywhere else—perhaps a little lighter shade at the tip, which is dark and angry looking with a spiked head that takes my breath away.
He sees me looking and cups it in his hand, bringing it close for my inspection. “Do you like what you see, Solha?”
“Very much.” I lift my hand, and he allows me to caress him, twitching under my fingertips as I explore him there.
He is hot—as Kaelun was—throbbing and needy beneath my touch.
He sucks in a breath as I run my fingers up to the tip to feel that ridged protrusion.
It is firm and bony, but not as sharp as I first thought.
I wonder what it will feel like inside me.
As if reading my mind, Aurelion closes his fist around mine, thrusting his hips to slide his cock through our shared grip. As he withdraws, the ridge creates a firm pressure on my palm and an answering flutter deep within me.
“You will cum harder around my cock than you have for anyone else. He will make sure.”
I would laugh at the way he gives his appendage a personality, but it aligns so perfectly with what I know of him that it seems completely natural.
“Show me,” I whisper.
“Not so fast,” he retorts. He does crawl between my thighs, bracing himself on one arm above me, but instead of lining up his cock and entering me, he slides a hand up my thigh and coaxes my desire to life again.
Just as he did before, he strokes me softly and sensually until I’m writhing for more.
Then he pulls each side of the dress apart so he can feast on my breasts and tease both sensitive nipples until I’m groaning.
“Tell me you want me.”
I blink. “Of course I do.”
“Tell me.” He nips at the side of my neck, and I gasp.
“I…want you.” The words come out in a rush, and I don’t know whether I’m more aroused or anxious anticipating a bite that never comes.
I’m glad in a way, but also disappointed.
At the moment I felt his teeth on my skin with him snug between my thighs, I couldn’t think of anything else except giving myself over to the immense feelings bursting up from within me.
A low rumble comes from his chest, something between a growl and a hum, almost a purr.
Then he moves over me and nudges just the very tip of his cock into my tight entrance.
It feels amazing. But he stops right there and will not move again.
Looking down at me, his gaze demands my attention. “Tell me.”
I roll my hips, seeking his entry. “I want you.”
“Want or need?”
I groan. He is right. At this point it feels more like a need. My whole body is tense and primed for his invasion, the sweetness I know it will bring. The feeling of fullness and possession I will have from taking him within myself. “Need.” I gasp. “I need you, Aurelion.”
This seems to be what he is waiting for.
With a roar of victory, he thrusts forward, entering me a good few inches and stretching me around his thick cock.
It’s bigger than I anticipated, spreading me open, making me gasp at the sensation.
Then I relax around him, and he pushes further, rocking his hips until he’s seated deep within me.
He pauses there and lets out a long, low moan. “Yalina you are everything I could want in a mate. You are heaven itself.”
“Then perhaps I shall be the best you ever had,” I tease him.
The sight of him above me nearly melts me—his fierce joy as he thrusts into me once more, his soft expression. He withdraws and returns over and over, but slowly, leisurely, watching me all the time as if to study exactly what effect each movement has.
I expected to have no control when it’s like this—with me under him.
But every gasp, every squeeze of my thighs around him, every soft whimper spurs him to motion or gives him pause.
He reads me as if we have moved this way many nights, angling his hips to stroke deep within me in a place that makes my mouth part with a half-choked cry.
Eventually I want more. I’m growing more desperate for the sweet bursting sensation I know is coming.
“Faster, please.” But though I claw at him with my nails and lift my hips as much as I’m able between each thrust, he continues on at the same infuriating pace.
It is so near to being what I long for. I’m caught hovering at the edge of something magnificent. But I am just a little too far away.
Aurelion lowers his head. “Shh. Enjoy it. Savor it. We have all night, do we not?”
“I cannot wait all night like this,” I whine.
This seems to please him, though I can’t imagine why.
I’m desperate to be released from this ever-tightening tension.
It feels as if I might snap or break if it doesn’t end soon.
Yet at the same time I see what he means.
The sweetness is so pure, so concentrated, that though it’s unbearable, I know I will crave it as soon as it’s lost.
He leans in and licks at my neck again, making me shiver. “This is how it will be when I bite you, rhkash. Right here is where my mark will be.”
I moan. I can almost feel the sharp sting and the blissful rush of elation as his teeth pierce my skin. He keeps mentioning it and yet I love it each time.
That should terrify me, but hovering on the edge like this with his shaft buried deep inside me, all it does is excite me. Makes me squeeze tight around him until I feel he might be trapped there.
He groans. His harsh pants come rough against my ear. “It is so hard to resist you, Yalina.”
So he is affected by this like I am? It’s a relief. I had thought him so composed. Only now I start to see signs of his control waning. His muscles tense, his jaw is tight. Every thrust seems to be costing him. “Please, Aurelion. You need it too. Cum with me.”
Suddenly he speeds up. His thrusts become desperate; each one slaps roughly into my flesh with an audible sound. I’m shaken over and over, and within my body pleasure finds a new height to climb to.
Reaching between us, he rubs that place at the apex of my cunt, and I moan.
With his shaft inside me and his touch there, I’m shattered almost instantly.
I cry out as the pleasure reaches a peak.
Aurelion growls in satisfaction. He keeps thrusting, holding the pressure on my little nub until he has wrung every drop of it from me. By then he’s shaking.
His head drops low. Sweat beads on his brow. He is panting.
“Pull my hair,” he whispers gruffly. “Command me to let go. Do not be gentle with me.”
My eyes widen, but I do what he says, sliding my hand to the back of his neck. I take a fistful of hair and yank hard. He groans. “Again.”
Then I pull his head close to mine even as he continues pumping into me. I whisper. “Do it. Let go.”
A tremor runs through him. He lets out a howl.
Then he slams inside me and holds there.
Pushing my head to one side, he exposes my neck.
I have only a moment to notice the flare of amber in his eyes and the way his teeth lengthen, dripping with venom.
Then he darts forward, closing his jaw around my neck, and there’s a searing pain.
It is followed so closely by the most soaring pleasure I have ever felt that I’m breathlessly floating on a tide of feeling. Somewhere distant and way below me I feel his cock pump warm seed into my body, pulsing over and over with hot spend until he finally releases me.
I fall, tumbling through clouds of foggy nothing until I find myself once more in his arms, pinned down by his body.
He leans over me, watching me carefully, almost fearfully. “Do not be angry with me, rhkash.”
I stare at him open mouthed. How am I supposed to be when he has bitten me despite saying he would not.
Before I can stop him or say anything, he leans in and licks over the wound, sending another shiver of pleasure through me.
I gasp.
“Shhh. See? No harm done.”
When I reach up to touch my neck I cannot feel the bite mark, but brushing my fingertips across the place sends a spark of awareness through me.
I let him roll us over and collect me in his arms, petting my back and hair, soothing me. All the while there is a tempest inside my mind. What does this mean? Am I his now?
That seems so unfair. I did not choose it. I cannot let him do this to me.
But if the deed is done and I cannot get out of it, then what will complaining do?
On that chilling thought, I extract myself from his arms and adjust my dress. “What happens now?” I am surprised at how calm my voice comes out.
“I told you, Yalina. The mating bite—”
I glare at him. “Then you did it. Even though I told you not to.”
He gets up and suddenly he is looming over me, advancing, giving me no room to retreat. He takes hold of my throat—gently—and with his thumb he caresses the place he bit me.
I wince, expecting pain, but instead a raw burst of pleasure makes my knees weak. “What have you done?”
“You are mine. You will see.”
“It is supposed to be my choice!” I hear how childish that sounds even as I say it. Like a young girl stamping her foot at fate.
Aurelion merely rubs the place again, almost making me forget myself. “Then choose. Choose me. I have chosen you.”
Mustering what strength I have, I push hard, breaking away from him. “Perhaps I will choose no one. Men—males—you are all impossible!”
I storm from the room, relieved when he does not chase me.
But though I’ve put distance between us, I cannot rid myself of the awareness of his bite.
And though I go to my bed and try to sleep, I cannot.
Not for long. I wake through the night with my fingers on the bite and my pussy throbbing, images of Aurelion flooding my mind until I’m wild with it.