Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
A rattle at the door wakes me, and I scramble up in bed, the room spinning slightly around me.
“I want to see my mate,” a voice booms.
More rattling, then the door flies open, and Uram stands there, his skin ashen-green. He’s half-naked, wearing only some sort of loincloth that does little to disguise his powerful body. His wounds are covered, though, with clean white bandages wrapped around his limbs.
“If you tear your stitches, I’m not sewing you back together,” barks a male voice. An older man pokes his head into the room and scowls at me. “He’s your responsibility now, girl. I wash my hands of him.”
With that, he stomps down the corridor, disappearing from view.
I scoot to the edge of the bed. “What’s going on?”
One of the warriors who found us in the forest, Ozork, steps up beside Uram. “He was making a fuss in the infirmary, so we brought him here.”
“We?” I repeat, peering past them into the hall.
Arlon appears and puts his shoulder under Uram’s arm. “He’s heavy. Took two of us to lug his corpse over here.”
Uram glowers at them both. “Get me to the bed.”
I jump up to make room for him. “Are you supposed to be moving around? Why didn’t you stay there?”
Uram turns his baleful glare on me. “Because I wanted to spend the night in my own bed with my mate by my side.”
“Oh.” I look around the room for the first time. It’s not too large, but the bed is very comfortable. There’s a privy niche hidden by a wall tapestry and a small table with two chairs. I haven’t had a chance to explore, but I like how it looks, cozy with lots of fur rugs and pillows on the bed.
Uram grunts as Arlon and Ozork help him sit next to me. “Thank you, friends.”
They both give him slaps on the back, smile at me, and leave, closing the door behind them.
“So, this is your room?” I ask, peering up at Uram.
He dips his chin in a nod. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I say truthfully.
“You can change anything you want,” he says, looking down at his lap. “I know it’s not the largest. We can also ask the king for another set of rooms if you’d like. I didn’t know I would be returning with a mate, so I didn’t prepare—”
I lean into him and press a kiss to his lips, cutting short his rambling words. He lifts his hand to my chin and returns the kiss, his tongue stroking mine.
“I love this room,” I say. “I think we’ll be very happy here.”
Uram’s lips turn up at the corners, his tusks gleaming in the lantern light. “I know we will. But I want to give my mate all the comfort. And I wanted to thank you for saving me. Without you, I would have died in the forest. So, if you need anything, you let me know.”
“I will,” I promise. “But for now, I would just like to rest.”
I don’t tell him I’m feeling much better already. He needs the rest more than I do, but I’m more than content to curl up next to him on the bed.
He spends the next two days mostly sleeping, so I venture out to get us food from the great hall, which Mara points out to me.
I also take a bath at the amazing communal hot pools, adding another reason for me to stay here.
Mara assures me that help is always needed in the Hill and promises to find me a job when I’m better.
I return to Uram’s bedroom to find my mate pacing around the room, scratching at the bandage on his arm. His skin has regained its healthy green color, and I know his various cuts and bruises have mostly healed, but still—he should be resting.
“What are you doing out of bed?” I ask, hurrying to him.
He catches me and wraps his arms around me, presses his face to my hair, and inhales deeply.
“I went searching for you, but our healer caught me and told me he would sedate me if he caught me in the corridors again today.” He waves his hand toward the table, indicating a small jar of herbs.
“Then I was waylaid by our herbalist, who was on her way here with some tea for you. You can drink it to prevent pregnancy. If you want.”
We haven’t talked about babies yet, and I know I’ll have the tea soon because we need time to plan a family.
“I’ll have to thank her when I see her.” I press a kiss to the center of his naked chest. “I’m here now.”
“I missed you,” he admits.
My heart stutters happily as I guide him back to bed. “I can’t be with you all the time, even if I want to.”
He catches my hand and rubs my healing skin gently. “I cannot help it. It’s the mate bond. I need you so much.” He looks up, his expression pained. “It will be better once I’ve had you.”
I drop my gaze to his lap, noting the thick ridge of his erection tenting the sheet wrapped around his waist. “How much do your wounds still hurt?”
Uram lies on his back and gives me a devastating grin. “Not much. And I know what would make me feel better.”
Returning his smile, I kneel on the bed beside him. “Are you sure? We can wait until you’re healed.”
He grabs my hips and drags me closer. “Are you joking? I have been waiting for this moment since I first laid my eyes on you.”
I brace my hands on his naked chest. “But you said you smelled me. That’s how you knew I was your mate.”
“Ah,” he says, “but I knew you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen even before I recognized what you were to me.”
I lean forward and kiss him, even as my heart threatens to burst from happiness. “I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
“And I love you, little mate.” He reaches behind me and tugs at the laces of my dress. “Now help me get this off you so I can finally see all of you.”
Laughing, I pull my dress over my head, followed by my shift. Then I lift my hips, pull away the sheet covering Uram’s lap—and stare.
Because his cock is huge. I expected it to be big, given how tall and strong Uram is, but this is…unexpected.
“You can touch it,” Uram says.
I glance up at him to find him staring at me, his brows furrowed, and suddenly, I understand. He’s worried I don’t like it. But that’s not the issue at all—I’m only worried it won’t fit.
I wrap my fingers around the thick shaft and give it a firm squeeze.
Uram groans, but he doesn’t take his gaze off me, nor does he stop me.
So, I run my palm over the broad cockhead, dipping my finger in the notch at the top, where he’s already leaking white, creamy precum.
I taste it, shivering at the sweetness that bursts over my tongue.
Then I focus my attention on the bottom, where a bulging knot swells, ready for me.
“Will we…?” I trail off, unsure of how to ask what I want to know.
Uram takes my chin and lifts it so I’m forced to look at him. “I’ve never knotted a woman before. Only a mate can take a knot, so we’ll do this together. All right?”
I nod, a fierce pleasure coursing through me at the thought of being the first to take all of him.
“I need you now,” Uram rumbles. He grabs my hips and positions me over his cock. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
I shake my head, eager to try this. But he doesn’t let me straddle him completely.
Instead, he has me remain on raised knees while he reaches between my legs and dips his fingers into my pussy.
I brace my hands on his chest, digging my fingernails into his warm skin, and ride out my first climax as he stretches me first with two, then with three blunt fingers.
Only then does he allow me to position his cock underneath me and sink slowly onto it.
The stretch is painful at first, and it takes me several long minutes to even take the head of his cock. Just when I’m sure that this won’t work after all and that the gods made a mistake when they matched us, it slips into my pussy, filling me up until I moan.
Uram puts his fingers on my slick pearl and rolls it, whetting the flames inside me. Sweat breaks out on his brow, and he clenches his jaw, holding himself back.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp as I sink another inch, certain that this is it, that this is as much as I can take. “You’re just so big!”
“Never apologize, Rose,” he growls. “To feel your pussy squeezing my cock so tightly… I never thought it would feel this good.”
He cups my breasts with both hands and thumbs my nipples, sending a rush of pleasure through me.
I slide lower, crying out in shock. His knot presses at my pussy, and when I lean forward, I discover I can rub my pearl over it, heightening my sensations.
Carefully, I push myself up, nearly slipping off Uram’s cock, then let my weight impale me back in one smooth, sensual glide.
Uram throws his head back on a groan, the tendons of his neck standing out. “Rose!”
“I feel you so deep inside me.” I drag in a quick inhale through my nose, getting another hit of his scent. “I need more, Uram, but I don’t know how.”
My mate growls deep in his chest, and in another second, I find myself on my back with him rearing over me. He spreads my knees with his hands, making room for himself between my thighs.
“You need my knot, don’t you, little mate?” he rumbles in my ear. “You need it, and you’ll take it, and I’ll fill you up with my cum.”
He thrusts into me, and I cry out at the new angle. His knot hits me just right, sending the first shimmer of a climax through my veins.
“Do that again,” I beg, “just like that.”
Uram leans over me and presses a heated kiss to my lips, then rolls his hips in a punishing rhythm.
I reach around his hips and grab his ass with both hands, deepening each of his thrusts, until my pleasure shatters inside me.
I come with a hoarse cry, my inner muscles tightening around Uram’s thick cock.
He shouts and thrusts faster, and my body loosens, accepting his fully. His thick knot slips inside me, bringing the sensation of fullness to another level. Gasping, I come again from the pressure on that most sensitive spot inside me.
Uram roars, bending his body over me as his climax hits. He cradles me in his arms, rocking his hips against mine. I feel his release, hot and slick, but his knot keeps us locked together, prolonging our pleasure.
He finally stills, his face inches from mine. Our breaths mingle while we stare at each other, eyes wide.
“This was…” I say, then swallow, unable to find the words.
“Incredible,” he says.
“When can we do it again?” I bring my arms to his shoulders and squeeze his thick muscles. “Because I don’t think once is enough, not when it feels this good.”
Uram smirks. “We’re not leaving this bed for days.”
He rocks his hips forward, and I realize he’s still hard. Even though he can’t thrust properly because we’re locked together by his knot, that doesn’t mean the sensations are any less intense. We cling together as we crest another wave, then collapse on our sides, kissing and stroking each other.
“This is how it’s going to be?” I ask quietly.
“Aye,” He brushes his fingertips over my cheek. “And it’ll only get better. I’ll learn everything you like and make sure you never leave this bed unsatisfied.”
“I can live with that.” I offer him a soft smile. “And we’ll stay together?”
Uram leans in and presses a kiss to my lips. “Always.”
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