11. Willow
Willow
Kissing Dravik short-circuits every other thought in my head. There is only him, and me, and this fire between us, threatening to consume us both. It's not gentle anymore. It’s desperate, and hungry, and I can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of him.
His hand slides up my spine and grips the back of my neck, angling my head exactly where he wants it. He bites my lip hard enough to sting, then soothes the same spot with his tongue, and my core pools with heat as the pain and pleasure blur into one.
I moan into his mouth, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the room, but Dravik doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seems like he really, really likes it.
“Do that again.” His hand tightens around my neck. “I want to hear you moan for me.”
His other hand slides up, tugging my peaked nipple through the fur, and I obey, my mouth falling open with a moan.
I arch against him, and my nipples drag against the fur, giving me the friction I want.
But it’s not enough. I want to feel his hands on me, want to feel Dravik’s bare chest against mine.
Like he’s reading my mind, Dravik reaches up and rips the fur from my torso, exposing my body fully. I have half a second to feel exposed before his eyes land on me and burn any self-consciousness away.
He gazes down at me, his chest rumbling with an appreciative growl. “Gods, are you beautiful.” His voice comes out rougher than I’ve ever heard it, and goose bumps rise on my skin.
Dravik pushes out of the water in one smooth motion, and then his warm body is on me, everywhere, all at once
One hand slides beneath my head, protecting it from the stone as he lowers me to the ground. The other grips my hip, hooking my leg over his waist and opening me up to him fully.
He thrusts, dragging his hard length against my center, and I let out a gasp, my back arching off the stone at the sudden rush of pleasure.
I can feel every inch of him where he's pressed against me, thick and heavy. He's ridged, like Rhune, but he doesn't have the fleshy projections at the base, nor the tentacle-like arms Cin has.
He is, however, unbelievably massive.
As in, there-is-no-way-this-thing-will-fit massive.
The thought must show on my face because Dravik goes still above me, one hand smoothing back the hair stuck to my forehead. “Don’t worry, little one,” he soothes. “We will go slow. You will take me.”
“But—”
Before I can say anything more, Dravik slides back into the water, his hands finding my hips and hauling my ass to the edge of the pool.
His head is level with my center, his breath hot against my pulsing core, and just the anticipation of it has my hips shifting toward him.
“So wet for me. So needy,” he growls, sliding a hand up my inner thigh. He dips a finger inside, and I cry out as he stretches my walls.
“That’s just one finger, little one. You’ll need to take at least three before we try my cock.”
I whimper, but he leans forward, pressing his mouth to my clit, and the sound dies in my throat. His tongue works my clit in slow circles while he pushes his finger deeper, curling it against my walls in time with every stroke of his tongue.
It feels so damn good, and before long, I’m seeing stars. My thighs shake on either side of Dravik's head as I climb closer and closer to my release.
I come with a shattered scream. My vision goes white as pleasure pulses through me, numbing my fingers and toes. Dravik doesn't stop, working me through every last wave of it with slow, unhurried strokes of his tongue, until I’m practically boneless.
Dravik raises his head, his eyes wild and face covered in my release. If anything, he looks more crazed than before—hungrier instead of sated.
“Again,” he growls, moving back toward my clit.
“Wait! I’m too sensitive—”
But it's too late. Dravik is licking me again, causing my legs to shake wildly and black spots to line my vision. I try to close my thighs around his head, but his shoulders keep them pinned wide open.
He adds a second finger, working it alongside the first with the same relentless rhythm as his tongue, and I cry out as pain and pleasure mix into one.
Dravik tries to press in a third, but it won’t fit. My body is still stretched tight around the two already inside me.
“I-I can’t.” I gasp.
“You can.” His voice vibrates against my core. “You will.”
Instead of forcing it, he works me harder with his tongue, sending me right back to the edge of another orgasm.
He curls his fingers against that special spot, and I come with a shattered cry.
My body opens up, and he presses the third inside, causing me to choke on my scream as the feeling of fullness overtakes me.
“That’s it,” he says, slowly moving them against my walls. “You’re doing so, so well. Just a little more, and you’ll be ready for me.”
He curls all three against my walls, and I scream, nearly blacking out from the intensity of the pleasure rushing through my body. I think I’m coming, but I’m not sure anymore—it’s all too good, too much. I couldn’t even tell you my own name.
When I come down, Dravik is already pushing out of the water, lowering his body onto mine. Water drips from his skin onto mine, but it does nothing to cool the heat spreading through me.
“Dravik,” I gasp. “I need… I need…”
“Shh.” He slides his hand up my chest, resting along the base of my throat like a necklace. The intensity in his gaze has the words dying in my throat, consumed by the fire raging in my chest. He reaches between us then, his fingers pressing against my entrance, stretching me out one last time.
He fists his massive cock, brushing the head against my dripping core and drawing a gasp from my swollen lips. “You’re ready for me now,” he says. “Ready for all of me.”
His hips jerk, and the head of his cock slides inside me, stretching me past anything I’ve felt before. I try to cry out, but I can't. It's too much.
Three fingers were not enough preparation for this…
Sensing my discomfort, Dravik goes utterly still above me, giving my body a moment to adjust.My nails dig crescents into his shoulders, and I don't know if I'm trying to pull him closer or push him back. My body wants both at once.
Dravik presses his hand to my abdomen, pushing healing magic into me, replacing the discomfort with wave after wave of soothing warmth.
My body expands to make room for Dravik. Muscles that were fighting the stretch a moment ago ease under the pressure of his magic, and I’m able to breathe again. The stretch is still overwhelming, but now it feels good, and each inch he presses into me meets less resistance than the last.
“That’s it,” he says, cock sitting in the deepest part of me. “Gods, this pussy was made for me. So tight and wet. So fucking mine.”
He starts moving then, and my breath is taken away. His cock rubs against my walls in just the right way, the thick ridges along his length catching on every sensitive spot and adding even more pleasure.
I claw at his back, unable to do anything but hold on. “Yes!” I cry out. “Yes, Dravik!”
He dips down, taking one of my peaked nipples in his mouth. He sucks, flicking his tongue against me, and the sensation shoots straight down to where he's buried deep inside me. Then he bites down, sharp enough to steal the last bit of breath I had left. And I come.
My body convulses with the weight of my orgasm, my walls clenching around his length and drawing a deep groan from the pit of his chest.
Dravik follows me, spewing his hot seed to the back of my womb, filling me and spreading warmth through my veins. Even after he comes, Dravik's cock doesn't soften, still buried deep and thick inside me, and he doesn’t seem in a hurry to pull out.
He stays inside me, kissing and touching me all over, worshipping my body in his slow, methodical way.
“So beautiful,” he says. “So lovely. So wonderful. So everything.”
Dravik kisses me, tenderly, all of his emotion pouring into me and heating my blood. When we’re both out of breath, he pulls back, pressing his forehead flush against mine. Gentler than he’s been all night, he collects my limp body to his chest, then slowly slides into the healing pools.
Dravik holds me in his arms, letting the water's healing properties soothe my aching muscles and the space between my legs. He kisses my neck, traveling up and peppering kisses across my face—my cheek, the corner of my mouth, the bridge of my nose—and each one is sweeter than the last.
“My willow,” he says. “My beautiful, marvelous little human.”
I grin, leaning in for another kiss, when a soft snort behind us interrupts. I turn to see Rufus the bull standing just to the side of the pool, his orange eyes fixed on me.
He doesn't come any closer and just watches me. It’s like he’s waiting for something—permission?
I hold out my palm, and Rufus walks up, his hoofed feet clicking against the ice-rock. He stops with his nose a few inches away, his warm breath huffing against my fingers.
Rufus looks into my eyes, shining with the same question as before. Smiling lightly, I nod, placing my palm against the tip of his horn. Yes. I choose Dravik. I choose you both.
Gently—soft enough to feel like a pinch—Rufus pierces my palm with the tip of his horn.
The mate bond flares to life, and I’m filled with a warm buzzing sensation.
It’s low and constant, humming under my skin from my fingertips to the base of my spine.
The cord in my chest snaps tight, feeding straight into Dravik's heart and wrapping tight.
We let out a gasp in unison, our eyes meeting to convey the emotion our words cannot.
Heat rushes through my veins as the bond solidifies, tying the threads of our souls together and uniting us as one.
It takes my breath away, fills me with a deep satisfaction that settles in my bones.
Now that I’ve bonded to Dravik, it feels like another broken piece of me has been mended. I feel like I’m home.