Chapter 31
Atem
Who was this creature? What was she?
The taste of her on his tongue was beyond description.
It was a flavor unlike any he had ever tasted.
Fuller than the choicest meat. Sweeter than the finest honey.
Smoother than richest cream. It was unbelievable.
Atem had always enjoyed the taste of a female on his tongue.
It was only natural, after all, for a male to taste his female. But Peony?
He drank her nectar, flicking that delightful pleasure button alternately with his tongue and then his thumb when his tongue was thrusting into her channel.
Her legs began shaking. They clenched around his head, locking him in place as she cried out her ecstasy.
He wrapped his arms around and pried them apart, returning to his feast as he licked her through one orgasm and into another.
He said he could spend marks here, and he fully intended to do just that. But after her third climax, she began pulling on his hair, breathlessly begging for mercy.
He pressed one last kiss to her throbbing mound before crawling up her body. His sweet Seerin Siria was sweating, shaking, panting. She was boneless and only whimpered when he grabbed her hips and lifted them, lining up her hole with his cock.
Taste, sight, smell, feel, sound; everything about Peony was sensual and seductive. And she called herself average for her species.
And this was the female his body had decided was his mate. He could feel the urge to claim her, to lock himself to her, pounding in his head like the shadow of a headache that had yet to be painful. A sense that would only grow stronger the longer he defied it.
Collapsing over her body, he pounded her into the bed as she whimpered helplessly beneath him. He forced her towards another, devastating climax. Her sheath still fluttering and pulsing around his length from her last one.
He was going to fill her up. Plant his seed deep in her womb. Even in the impossibility of it, he imagined it taking root. Her belly rounding with his pup. Apparently, she could theoretically give him as many pups as he wished.
She wasn't real. She couldn't be.
But she was the only thing that felt real when she cried out, clutching his back, her fragile little claws tiny pinpricks of pressure, as her walls began milking his cock as though her body was just as desperate for him to seed her.
He gave her what she wanted with a roar. His body shaking. His knot expanding. His balls throbbing as they emptied into her eagerly sucking cunt.
With the last of his strength, he gathered her up before rolling over onto his back, laying her across his chest. He had to be careful not to pull his knot from her.
Since it was only a pseudoknot, it wouldn't hurt to rip free, and in fact wouldn't go down until he pulled it out, but he didn't want to let his seed leak from her body. Not yet.
He ran his hands up and down her back, kissing the top of her head.
She continued to shake on top of him as she slowly recovered.
It took longer for her as he had wrung every bit of pleasure from her as possible, but he enjoyed seeing her so drained.
Pure masculine pride filled him to know he made his female so completely satisfied.
That was what made what he had to say next so hard.
“I have to leave you for a few days, vi Seerin.”
Peony frowned, turning her head to look up at him without lifting it. “Leave? Where are you going?”
“I have some business to see to in the northwest region. It's going to take a bit of time to work through. No more than four days. Most likely three.”
Peony frowned and, though she was disappointed, he was pleased. He would have been upset if she had been able to see him off with an easy smile. But he was simultaneously proud that she didn't fight him on his duties.
“You'll be safe, right?”
“You're worried for me?”
“Well, the first time I met you, you were in a cage, so I feel a bit nervous that you'll be gone from me.”
That was a blow to his pride he couldn't stop from wincing at.
“Vi Peony, I can't even be mad about your lack of faith in me considering everything, but believe me when I say that I am actually a very skilled warrior and that was highly unusual for me.
I'll be more than safe. I'll be a perfect dominani and when I return, you will come watch me spar so you can see that I'm not helpless.”
Peony chuckled, but it was tired sounding. “All right. Hurry back. I'll miss you.”
He held her tight, fully intending to keep her close and knotted for the rest of the night. Most likely, they would wake up to him having slipped from her and a mess on the bed, but that wasn't an uncommon problem for couples, and it was well worth it to remain that much closer to her.
He would finish his duties quickly and return as fast as possible.
It was something that First Guardian insisted his team could handle, but Atem preferred to see to the resolution of tensions himself.
It was a basic problem between some of the wealthy families in the area that was coming to blows in the streets and peace must be restored.
And he was First Domini, it was his job to see his people safe and cared for.
Overseeing it himself was the only way he could be sure it was done right, as he wanted it.
But he regretted, for the first time, that it would take him from home and his Seerin Siria.