Chapter 15
Voss
Ididn’t want to pull out. Even if she could only take one cock, it was so much better than it had ever been for me. Sex with one’s mate was supposed to be magical, and I finally felt it for myself.
When Alina groaned, arching her back, I gently tugged her hip and rolled us so we were on our sides, my cock still in her tight, lovely heat. The other felt cold, coated in my cooling cum, so I grabbed her hand and pressed it to my shaft.
“Please. Will you hold it like this?”
She squeezed her fingers around it and thumbed the wet, smooth head. I jerked, oversensitive yet delighted. “You can play,” I gasped out. “Anything you want.”
“Mmm.” Her hum was hoarse and deep, and when I raised my head to glance at her profile, I saw her eyes were closed, her lips tipped up in a sated smile.
My heart pounded with vicious pride. I made her feel good. She was finally here, in my arms, with my cock inside her, and she was happy. It had all been worth it, after all. She was mine now. No more deadlines. No more fear.
She was my mate.
We probably napped for a while, because next thing I knew, Alina pressed back into me while squeezing my cock in her hand, and the light in the room was denser, dappled sunlight dancing with the shadows of trees growing outside the window.
She moaned sleepily, and I throbbed, still inside her, still as hard as if I hadn’t just fucked her. The room smelled of musk and salt, and she was so warm in my arms.
I buried my face in her hair, inhaled deeply, and pulled out. She made a whiney sound of protest, and I laughed under my breath, rolling her until she was on her back. We looked at each other, her face somehow younger and filled with wonder, her cheeks pink, eyes sparkling.
“I want to look into your eyes when I fuck you,” I said softly, tracing my broken claw down her cheek. “I want to see the moment you come apart. It’s all in the eyes, ssalamiya.”
“You keep calling me that word,” she murmured. Her gorgeous body stretched when she brought her arms over her head with a happy sigh. “What does it mean?”
“The one who looks into my eyes,” I answered, gazing into her warm, hooded ones. “It’s a basilisk endearment. An expression of ultimate trust and respect.”
Her lips formed an O of surprise, and I leaned in to kiss them, just brushing her mouth softly with mine. Our first kiss.
She gasped softly and then grabbed the back of my head so suddenly, I couldn’t stop her. The scent of blood bloomed in the air, and she snatched her hand away with a hiss.
“They are sharp,” she said in dismay, bringing her palm closer to inspect it. A few small holes oozed dark red blood.
“I can soothe it,” I said, my heart breaking because a part of my body caused her pain. “I’m so sorry. I should have warned you. May I?”
“It’s not your fault,” she said, offering me her palm.
Her breath hitched in surprise when I licked the blood off with long, careful swipes of my forked tongue. As I worked with focus and intention, she blushed, her breathing growing faster, but her hand was loose in mine, unresisting. I cleaned her palm in steady licks until no more blood was left and the punctures looked less inflamed.
“I wondered if it would work,” I whispered, looking at her palm in awe. “After all, you’re human.”
Her eyes were wide with curiosity, “What do you mean?”
“There is an enzyme in my saliva that soothes wounds and abrasions. But it’s only active in mated males. Its purpose is to better protect our mates, and I wasn’t sure… But it works. Look!”
She pried her palm out of my grip and inspected it. The little holes were still there, but they didn’t bleed any more, and her skin wasn’t red.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she said in wonder, her eyes meeting mine.
I grinned, overjoyed that I could offer her this. “And it will heal faster. This gives me an idea. Are you sore?”
She blinked uncertainly, and then sighed in understanding. “Ah. Well, yes. A bit. It’s not bad or anything, so… Voss!”
Despite her protest, I slithered down the bed until my face was between her parted thighs. I drank in the sight of her wet curls and the dark, soft flesh of her. She glistened with her arousal and my cum, and my erections throbbed with pleasure at the sight.
Mine, mine, mine.
I licked her once, gently at first. She gasped, her hips rising, and I gripped her thighs harder to keep her in place.
“Voss! You… But I… Shouldn’t I wash?”
I looked up, meeting her eyes from between her thighs, which was my new favorite place in the world. “No. You’re perfect.”
She gasped, her eyes wide, lips parted. When no more protests or questions came, I lowered my face to the sweetest place on Terra and began to feast. She tasted like sex and me, and her scent was everywhere, so strong, it made me dizzy with pleasure. It covered my face, and I had to dig my claws into the soft skin of my inner palm, because pain was the only thing stopping me from getting carried away.
I had a task to do—ease her soreness. I was methodical about it, licking every inch of her, at first only the outer parts. I licked her labia gently, running my tongue into every crevice I could find, cleaning up my release and hers. Then, I focused on her tender opening, lavishing it with attention until she squirmed in my grip, panting.
I kept her thighs parted firmly so she wouldn’t hurt her soft skin with my spikes.
No matter how long I licked, she kept getting wetter for me. Gradually, I explored her inside, shivering at the pleasure of tasting myself and her combined, feeling the flutter of those muscles that squeezed me so deliciously when I fucked her.
When she began moaning and canting her hips, my methodical approach shattered. Not even pain could keep me focused, and so I gave in, following her pleasure and mine. I sucked and licked, pushing my tongue inside, tasting more and more of her aroused scent until she writhed, making pained, begging sounds.
“Just… a bit… right there…”
I sucked the swollen, throbbing bud of flesh into my mouth and she howled, her pussy gripping my finger, the one with broken claw, that I gently slid inside her to feel her reactions.
She relaxed against the pillows, breathing hard. I licked off the fresh arousal coating her entrance and then explored lower. When my tongue reached her other hole, she twitched violently, and I looked up to find her wide, green eyes trained on me.
“Voss…” she said shakily. Her hands were fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, her lips deliciously red. “This is… too much.”
I glanced regretfully down, noting that the other hole was a perfect distance from her pussy. I’d be able to put both my cocks in her if she allowed me to use that hole.
“Maybe later, then,” I said, crawling up. “I want to fuck you with both at once. It would be… exquisite.”
She was flushed and bright-eyed when I lay beside her, caressing her side as I looked lovingly into her eyes. Oh, she was so beautiful, and she looked at me without any fear at all. I wanted to drown in her eyes.
“Maybe later,” she conceded without conviction, her hand going up to her collarbone in the nervous gesture that aggravated me so much.
I caught her wrist with a frown, looking at the inflamed skin. “Don’t scratch. Here, I’ll soothe it.”
When I was done, her skin looked instantly better, no longer red and angry. And yet, when I glanced up, Alina’s eyes were watchful. She looked at me without fear, but her sweet surrender was gone.
When she spoke next, my happiness tore apart, my heart wrenching with pain.
“I think I want to be alone.”