Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Garrak
Stevie jumped to do as I commanded, picking up one foot to put it on the couch beside me as I stroked my cock. But with her wet cunt in my face, I stopped her with my hand on her ankle and leaned forward.
Gods below, she looked fucking edible in that little piece of lingerie. The pale blue silk and sheer lace hugged her curves perfectly, her tits practically spilling out of the top, and her soft thighs begging for my touch.
She looked like a fucking goddess, and she was all mine.
I could see the glistening wetness between her thighs, the evidence of her arousal calling to me. I leaned in, inhaling deeply, the sweet scent of her need filling my nostrils and making my mouth water.
I had to taste her.
I extended my tongue, the ridges sliding along her soft folds, and she gasped, her body trembling.
Her skin was so soft, so delicate, and I loved how she responded to my touch.
I took my time, licking her leisurely, savoring the delicious taste of her arousal as I anchored her to the couch with my hold on her ankle.
My tongue circled her clit, teasing it gently. Her moans filled the room as I stroked her, my tongue applying just the right amount of pressure to cause her to writhe.
Because of our positions, any move she made pulled her away from me, and it became a bit of a game: I would tease her until she began to squirm, then she would realize what she was doing and push back against my mouth with a gasp.
I tightened my hold on her tiny ankle possessively, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. Her breath hitched, and her hips moved, grinding against my face. Her pleasure was mine to control, and I reveled in the power of it.
I could feel her legs trembling, her body tensing as she approached the peak of her pleasure.
With a twist of my face, my tusk brushed against her sensitive folds, and I groaned out loud from the pleasure. My Kteer howled in my chest, pleased by her response to me.
“Come for me, Stevie,” I growled against her, the vibrations of my voice adding another layer of sensation. “Let me taste your pleasure.”
My tongue flicked across her again…
And she did as I’d demanded. Her moans filled the room as she came hard, her hips bucking wildly against my face as she gripped my hair almost painfully.
I held her steady, my grip on her ankle unyielding as I lapped up every last drop of her sweet nectar. My cock was throbbing, ready to explode in my hold, but I held back.
This moment was about her, about bringing her to the heights of pleasure she deserved.
Soon, though?
Soon it would be my turn.
Finally my turn.
This wasn’t about the debt any longer. It wasn’t about my responsibility to care for her. It was about the way I’d felt when my friends had called her my Mate. The way my Kteer positively ached to claim her. The way I didn’t feel complete without her.
Only when Stevie was weak from pleasure, her body trembling and her breath coming in ragged gasps, did I guide her to my lap. Trustingly, she allowed me to arrange her until she straddled me, her eyes glazed with ecstasy.
Yes, my pretty little human. My Mate.
Slowly, she sank down on me, and fuck, the sensation was indescribable.
Each ridge of my cock disappeared inch by inch into her wet, tight cunt as I watched the pleasure-pain of the stretch on her face.
The tightness, the wetness, the heat—it was all overwhelming. I could feel every inch of her, the way her inner walls gripped me, the way her body responded to my intrusion. It was a sensation unlike any other, and I reveled in it.
As she settled fully on me, her body convulsed with another orgasm. This quirk of my biology was a fucking miracle because it meant I got to watch Stevie climax yet again.
This time, her inner muscles clamped down on me, milking my cock with a grip that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt this perfection, but this time I wasn’t going to withdraw.
“Good girl,” I murmured, my voice a low growl. “Such a good little human, taking my cock so well.”
When her eyes flashed open at my crudeness, my hands moved to her tits, marveling at the softness of the silk against her skin and the firmness of her nipples. I cupped them, squeezing gently through the almost-sheer material, and she moaned, her head falling back.
Yes.
I couldn’t help myself. I started to move, flexing my hips upward, thrusting into her delicious little cunt.
She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the full force of my cock.
I did it again, and again, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through both of us.
This was the first time I’d truly moved inside her, thrusting, plunging, and it was fucking glorious.
My ridges rubbed against her inner walls, stroking every sensitive spot inside her. I could feel her body responding, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clung to me. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips moving in time with mine as we found our rhythm.
“Take it,” I commanded, my hands roaming possessively over her body. “Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
She went wild, like she always did when I called her that. Stevie gripped my shirt as she rocked in time with my thrusts, her little tongue and metal stud sticking out from between her lips.
So serious. So tied up in this moment.
The lingerie made her look all wrapped up like a gift for me, and I intended to unwrap her fully.
I slid my hands down her back, pushing the lace out of the way and squeezing her ass, feeling the softness of her skin against my palms. I moved my hands to her hips, guiding her movements, controlling the pace as we fucked.
My feet—one muscled, one titanium—were planted firmly on the floor as I thrust up into her, harder, faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her moans and my growls.
The sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her, the ridges adding an extra layer of friction, was almost too much to bear.
I reached between us, my fingers finding her clitoris. I brushed the pad of my thumb across the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. I watched her, my gaze locked on her face as she came undone.
My Mate’s lips parted, her eyes closed, and she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final surge, I thrust up into her, my cock pulsing as I came. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as I filled her, claiming her, owning her.
Mine mine mine.
She was mine, completely and utterly, and I was fucking hers.
Mate.
Her body trembled as she came down from her high, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. I held her close, my arms wrapped around her as I whispered praises and dirty words into her ear.
“That’s it, my good little slut,” I murmured. “You took my cock so well. You’re mine now, you know that? Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure, mine to protect.”
She nodded, her breath warm against my neck. “Yes, Garrak,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. “I’m yours.”
I grinned, satisfied. Finally, I’d claimed her as mine, and it was everything I’d ever wanted. She’d trusted me with her body, and I’d given her pleasure in return. It was a perfect exchange, a perfect moment.
Mate.
I stayed inside her, my cock still throbbing as her body continued to squeeze me.
Vaguely, I noted the sensation of her hands touching and stroking my chest, as if she were marking her territory.
I didn’t mind; it felt good. Touching her and being touched was a language that meant we belonged to each other.
I reached up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek, my thumb trailing lightly across her lips. She parted them slightly, allowing me to slip the pad of my thumb inside. She ran the tip her tongue over it, sending a shiver of indulgence down my spine.
“You were amazing, Stevie,” I murmured, sliding my thumb in and out of her mouth, simulating the act I had just enjoyed. “So fucking incredible.”
I felt her chuckle internally, the soft, almost silent laughter vibrated against me.
I couldn’t help but kiss her again, capturing her lips with mine, sharing the taste of my thumb as it withdrew from her mouth slowly.
I guided her face, kissing her with a fervor that matched my ravenous thirst for her.
Deliberately, I began to move my hips again, feeling her tighten around me. “You want more, little slut?” I whispered against her lips.
“More,” she breathed.
I smirked, pleased with her willingness. I slowly built up the rhythm, my hips lifting to meet her despite her fatigue. Her body responded to my cock’s ridges with growing enthusiasm as I ground against her, finding every secret crevice and spot.
Stevie’s face was one of ecstasy and awe as she prepared herself for the onslaught of sensations that I now knew I could release at will. She clutched my shoulders and back hard, likely leaving marks, but I cherished them. Knowing that I aroused my Mate to such heights was rewarding in itself.
When I moved again, it was in a new position, my cock taking an upward angle to not just thrust in her but try to rub as much heat as I could against the internal hot zone that made her groan and shudder in my arms. It was calculated, and we both panted heavily.
“Fuck,” I whispered as much to myself as to her. “You’re so good, Stevie, you take me so well.”
Her moans sharpened and turned more intense, catching up to the building tension in my body.
I braced my feet more firmly on the floor, using the leverage to drive deeper into her, to grind against that spot that made her cry out each time I hit it. Her body was slick with sweat, her skin hot to the touch, and I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, matching the rhythm of my own.