Chapter 29 Mikhail #2
My heart almost broke at her plea. She felt unwanted?
I knew I hadn’t told her everything I should, but not giving her what she asked for—begged for—was a hurt I wasn’t prepared to deliver.
“I don’t want you, my sweet mate,” I rasped, hurrying on when her eyes welled up. “I need you. Let me show you how much.”
I sent a wordless prayer of thanks as she dove for my mouth again, almost desperate to fuse our lips. I responded with my lips and hands, worshiping her in the only way I might ever be allowed. Answering her wordless request.
I tried to show her with my touch how long I had waited for her.
How much joy she had brought into my life in the few short months I’d known her.
How much more I wanted to share with her—not just my body, but my heart.
My stories, my memories, and my life. But how could I show that with only my lips?
I wanted to sing out my love for her so all of Sanctuary would hear.
I wanted her to sing out in her passion, so they would know she was mine.
Finally, she pulled away, almost violently. “Wow,” she gasped, staring up at me, her eyes glazed, lips puffy and pink. “I think… I think if you’d kept doing that, I would have, um…”
My laughter shook the Hall. “Why not let me keep on then?” I reined in my passion, in case she’d decided that was enough. I was mature enough to stop, though my balls ached like they were being unmade.
“Good question.” She chewed at her lip, considering, until I pulled it gently outward with one finger. Blushing fiercely, she finally spoke out loud. “So what you were saying before is we can do it, physically. Merge, that is. That part won’t kill me.”
I nodded slowly. “If my kiss didn’t hurt you, I can control… all the rest.”
She nodded. “Hmm. But—spiritually speaking—we have to play ‘just the tip,’ right?” One of her delicately arched eyebrows wiggled up and down. “I like it. Come on, Growly. Show me what you’ve got under those ridiculously tight leather pants.”
All the air rushed out of my lungs. “Are you… certain?” She was already moving back to the bed, dropping the spangly top behind her, followed quickly by the enticing mini skirt.
The workshop was dark, only the fire’s flames giving light, so I couldn’t see much of her, but the curves and shimmering silvery flesh I did see made my mouth water.
She patted the bed next to her as she smiled gently, her chin trembling a little. “Mikhail, don’t make me wait. This time, you can put a piece of you into me with my consent. Just don’t fry my circuits.”
I let out a short bark of stunned laughter. “I could never harm you, my sweet soul.” I stood, dropping my robe to the floor, suddenly glad for the low light. I wasn’t perfect like she was. I was scarred and too large.
But her eyes told a different story. As I slipped my trousers down, standing proud and naked before her, her eyes went wide.
“Definitely just the tip,” she gasped. “That’s all that’s gonna fit.
” I went to my mate’s bed for the first time—to our bed—laughing so hard the rafters shook.
“Let me touch you,” she breathed, her smile trembling but excited.
I nodded and lay back, allowing her to slide up and over me.
She straddled my abdomen, her damp core nestled against the tip of my erection, but her attention was on my face.
She leaned over me, her hair falling in a curtain around us, and this time our kiss was playful, gentle, teasing.
She made small noises as she shifted down, exploring the texture of my jawline, nipping, before moving to my chest. I groaned aloud when she found one of my tight nipples and licked it, then bit it lightly.
I groaned even louder when she nipped it harder, the tiny flash of pain forcing an answering jerk from my cock.
“Good to know,” she murmured, continuing her explorations further south, lifting herself so she straddled my lower thighs.
When her warm hands skated down over my abdomen, I held my breath.
Then she gently cupped my balls with one hand, and measured the length of me with the other.
“I’m not sure, Growly. You may really be part bear. ”
Before I could formulate a reply, her hot mouth closed over the head of my cock, and I arched up on the bed with a loud cry. She made a small sound of complaint as I almost dislodged her, fighting for control.
By the Gate, I was responding as if I’d never been touched.
I knew better; this had to be a purely physical merge, not a spiritual one.
She might not be a normal Novice, but she was still fragile.
I fought to keep that at the forefront of my mind as she sucked my cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out.
I fought to even remember my own name when she began humming, her hand gripping me below her lips as she tried to fit all of me inside her.
My hands tangled in her soft, silver hair and my pelvis lifted to meet her rhythm until I knew I was losing the battle to pace myself. I was not going to spill into her mouth before she had experienced the pleasure I could give her.
“Enough,” I panted. “I let you have your fun. Now it’s time for you to feel.” She pulled her mouth off my cock with a playful pop that almost tumbled me over the edge, and I gripped her arms, pulling her warm body up until our faces were even. “Naughty mate.”
“Merge me, baby,” she whispered, and I chuckled into her neck as I licked and sucked my way down to her breasts, flipping her over so I rested on my elbows above her.
Her nipples were small and tight, and when I flicked one with my tongue, she writhed.
Not enough. I wanted her to be completely undone, fighting for her balance as she’d done to me.
I let a thread of my innermost soul—the smallest filament I could gather—well up at the tip of my tongue, and drew her nipple into my mouth, carefully wrapping the tendril around the small bud.
Then, when she began to move again, I sent a larger burst of emotion—my longing for her, my pleasure in her taste and how soft she felt—pulsing through the thread.
“Mik!” she cried out, her back arching high off the bed, her small fists drumming the cloth as she thrashed under the waves of bliss.
“Too much?” I asked gently when she spiraled back down. Her face was flushed, sweat dampening the hair that fell on her cheeks and neck. I pressed gentle kisses against her hairline, waiting for her answer.
She stared at me for a few more seconds, a strange smile on her face, then giggled. “You just… made me come… by sucking one nipple.”
“Think what I can do with two,” I said helpfully.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she muttered, “Once you go Heigel Jelly, you never go back,” as I set my lips to her other nipple.
After her next orgasm, she begged me to stop messing around and pushed my head to her core.
I resisted, taking my time to trace angelic sigils of love and protection on her flesh as I moved down her taut stomach.
She let out a garbled cry as I wrapped my hands around her thighs and spread her open like a feast. “I know what you need, sweet soul,” I murmured, rubbing my scarred face against the perfect, smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
I squeezed her thighs almost roughly as she struggled, pleading with me to taste her.
“I will,” I promised. “But I’m going to lick all of you.
Every last holy inch. I’m going to drink your pleasure like wine. ”
She sobbed as I slowly, deliberately licked and nibbled my way to the juncture of her thighs and her core… then lapped once before withdrawing to repeat my journey on the other thigh.
When I finally allowed myself to taste her, my eyes rolled back at the sweet warmth that met my tongue.
Her clit was swollen and pink, practically begging for my attention, and I gave it.
I pulled it into my mouth, humming around it, using my tongue to flicker faster than any human could—and then sucked, drawing it into my mouth and tying the thinnest thread of my own soul that I could pull around it before giving it a sharp tug.
She screamed her pleasure to the rafters as she came, and then came again, as I plucked the thread of my soul like a harp string, making love to her in the way only a High Angelus with perfect control of his energies could.
By the time she had splintered three more times, the air around us was charged with my energy—and with some of hers, from the silver and pink glittering sparks that danced through the thicker tendrils of mine.
I reeled my energy back in, knowing that it was time to complete our physical joining.
And that if I were going to lose control, it would be when I entered her.
“Come once more, my love,” I said, my words muffled in her damp heat. “Once more and I’ll fill you.”
“Please, no more,” she begged, her sweat-dampened hair slapping the pillow as she thrashed. “Now, Mikhail. I need you inside me.”
“Anything you ask,” I promised, and pushed myself up and over her, notching the crown of my cock at her opening. Her eyes shot open as I began to press into her, and tears rolled from the sides of both eyes.
“Are you hurt?” I stopped immediately, though I thought I might die if I had to stop entirely.
“No,” she whispered. “You’re just… so beautiful.”
“Ah, sweet soul.” Stretching my wings out, I began to push into her slowly.
“You are the most exquisite creature I have ever known.” I pulled out, then inched forward, working myself into her, trying to ignore the way her walls gripped me, fighting the pleasure that threatened to swamp me.
But it was building, like a tsunami in the distance.