Chapter 7 #2
He started by tilting my chin up so he had access to my throat and neck.
I briefly wondered where my scarf and brooch had gone, but I was pretty sure Inkiri had been keeping them for me, so I let the thought go and focused on his rough tongue, slowly exploring and tasting me.
It made me shiver, but at the same time, my skin heated up with the intimacy of his attention.
My eyelids were growing heavy, but when I blinked lazily, I saw Inkiri’s beautiful horns close to my face, and at one point, I was pretty sure he angled his head so that his right horn was brushing over my cheek. I didn’t mind it. I trusted him.
As he kissed me, one hand traveled down my back to my ass, and he squeezed, then rubbed my butt cheeks through the soft fabric of my pants.
Soon I was breathless and desperate, soft moans pouring from my mouth.
“Ink…”
Inkiri pulled back and cradled the back of my head with one hand.
I was already a gasping mess, but he looked at me as if I were…
more. I didn’t understand what had him convinced of that.
The focus in his eyes, the impossible love I could see written all over his face, it scared me.
It seemed too much for me, a gift too precious when I had so very little to give in return.
I reached up and cupped his head. My thumb brushed over the pointy tip of his left ear, and I felt his braid there. I wanted his lips though. I dragged his head down to me, and he gave in, fusing our lips in a rush and showing me just how good a kisser he had become in such a short time.
He got the pressure just right, and the way he ran his teeth over my bottom lip excited me.
Inkiri timed it with the movement of his hand down to my pants.
His other hand had never left my ass, and my shoulders were still pressed against the door.
I was completely at his mercy, but I wanted that. I loved it so much.
While his rough tongue stroked over my own, Inkiri worked my pants open, then used both hands to push them down to my thighs. My cock ached for his touch, his mouth, frankly, whatever he wanted to give, but he didn’t give me anything, only a quick, cursory tug on my balls.
I groaned into his mouth, frustrated, and he had the audacity to chuckle.
“It’s so easy with you, every time, sweet thing. I touch you, kiss you, and you surrender. It makes me want to rub my scent all over you and leave my bite marks on your neck. It makes me want to be inside you and have your cock in my mouth so I can taste you at the same time.”
I huffed. “I’m not that flexible.”
He laughed, rocked back slightly on his paw feet, and focused entirely on getting all my clothes off. There weren’t a lot of them—just the soft pants and shirt, not even underwear, and those shoes I was wearing instead of my socks.
He flicked and squeezed my nipple, clicking softly, and smiled when I sucked in air through gritted teeth.
Happy to have my attention, he quickly stripped, though he was wearing a full set of his usual black clothing, complete with his belt sash and everything.
A beam of sunlight caught on one of the green stones in his friendship bracelet.
I had a moment of pure wonder when he stood in front of me, muscular chest bare and not a trace of nipples there, his bulbous cock straining as if it couldn’t wait to be inside me. It was gloriously slick already.
Inkiri ran a hand through my hair, his touch tender, and I became aware that I’d been staring at that cock.
It was a monster cock in terms of the sheer size of it, and there was no denying that.
Frankly, I was a bit incredulous about how that thing had fit inside of me, but it had—more than once.
And more than that, I’d liked it. I wanted it again.
“I need to make sure you’re ready first,” Inkiri said, then he spun me around so I was facing the door with my back to him.
I couldn’t speak, half-thrilled, half-anxious about what was going to happen.
Inkiri nudged my feet apart with his, his claws sheathed, then he sank to his knees and drew me with him.
I ended up sitting on his lap, my ass facing him, his knees between mine.
He supported my upper body with a hand in the center of my chest, and with his other hand on my hips, he controlled my lower body.
And that was just fine with me, especially when I felt the slickness of his cock against my butt cheeks.
Inkiri thrummed happily, but he adjusted me so that his cock was rubbing over my taint instead, the bulbous tip brushing against my balls.
It was an altogether different, gasp-worthy sensation, and his wandering fingers managed to stroke my nipple even as he held me pretty tightly.
My knees were sliding over the carpet, opening wider to allow him access to… everything. All of me.
I made a low keening noise when he tilted my hips and his cockhead slipped upward, straining for my hole.
“Mmh.” He sounded pleased, and I was there for it, loving being the center of his attention.
For a while, I just ground against Inkiri’s self-lubing cock as his hands guided me. It was good, even if my leg muscles were straining to keep up and my composure was slipping. Between gasps, I started making strangled howling noises, but I couldn’t help myself. I loved how he directed me.
“Now relax.” Inkiri pulled me more firmly into his lap, the hand from my hips traveling down to my ass. “Let me be inside you.”
“Yes. Please. Now.” I mean, I had been clear about that, hadn’t I?
Inkiri chuckled. “Always so eager, but you need to relax for me first.”
He drew circles around my hole with his fingertips, making it clear exactly which part needed to do the relaxing.
I concentrated, and his fingers slipped inside, slicked by his own lube.
There was a moment there where he withdrew to get more slick from his cock, and I thought this was it, the thing I wanted for the rest of all time.
None of it was just about the sex; it was all about being with him.
I knew I’d get him for the rest of time since the mate call had bound us together, fusing our very lives together, blood and bone, or whatever that voice in my head had said about it.
That was perfect. I’d be my best mated self, and I’d do my utmost to be as little of an embarrassment and burden to Inkiri as possible, which should have been easy considering trophy mate status was still the ideal I was striving for.
Deep down inside of me, I wanted him to look at me and think, I’m proud of him. He makes my life better.
“I love you,” I said between gasps and moans.
It was inadequate. I didn’t think love normally went this deep. What we had was magic that had drawn us together, and two worlds that had collided to actually allow us to meet. That was more than love, but I didn’t know what else to call it.
“Mmm.” Inkiri scissored his fingers inside me to get my ring to stretch for him. “Sadir. I love you too. So much. My precious mate.”
He dipped forward and licked my neck, following it with a nipping bite that made me shiver.
That small shiver turned into a full-body sensation a heartbeat later, my hole quivering with anticipation. Inkiri growled, his fingers still moving in and out of me to make sure his cock’s lubrication was all over me. Finally, he pulled me up with him.
My legs were shaky when he spun me around to face him, and I probably had a stupid, needy look on my face.
Not that I cared. I cared about how he looked at me: hungry and willing, as if I were everything.
I felt my insides hum with joy. We had done this before, but our connection had never felt this deep.
I paid it no more mind when Inkiri bent down and whispered in my ear, “Lean on my shoulders so I can lift you.”
“You sure?” Really, he was probably just telling me to let me know what he was about to do. He was remarkably in shape.
He swept me off my feet, a small, mischievous smile on his face. “So sure.”
My arms circled his neck, my cheek brushing against the base of one of his horns. He huffed with amusement as he waited for me to adjust. He had my knees over his arms, supporting the small of my back with his hands.
I looked down at myself, spread open and in a pretty vulnerable position held above the ground. Well, above his cock, which was flushed, leaking, and straining toward me. I tightened my grip on him, but he was already lowering his arms and me with them until I was looking up at his face.
He grinned at me. “I won’t drop you. You can relax. You have to to take my cock.”
“Well…this is a first. For me. Not the relaxing. Although…who knows? You know what I mean.”
His clicks came out along with a low purr. “You have chosen me above all others. Only me.”
His eyes burned with passion. I relaxed like he’d told me to, eagerly submitting to his desire.
It didn’t take long for me to feel his cockhead nudge at my entrance, and strangely, the moment I felt him there, it was even easier to let go. After all, I wanted him, wanted to feel him.
With my own weight doing most of the work, I sank down on Inkiri’s cock. He made a pleased purring sound as he slipped past my ring and deeper, and I moaned at the feel of him, the sharp bite of being stretched, the waves of desire as he filled me.
He took his time, pausing so his cock could make me all slippery. That was good, gave me time to adjust, to savor every bit of this pleasure.
When he was satisfied, he moved. I gasped out a strangled breath, and my head fell back. At the same time, my hands scrambled for something to hold on to, and I ended up gripping Inkiri’s horns.
He growled deeply, and his hips jerked a few times, arms steady around me. I might’ve screamed, I wasn’t sure. The position, strange though it was, meant I was at his mercy, my whole body his to control, and it was the best.
I lifted my head when he was between thrusts, yowled when the next thrust came, then stammered while he pounded into me: “You o-oh!-kay with m-me holding on h-here?” I tapped one of his horns with my fingers.
“I like you touching my horns, Sadir.” His expression was filled with single-minded concentration, and from that point forward, there was no more speaking.
My skin was getting damp with sweat, and my toes curled. My cock bobbed against my belly, neglected but still leaking and just generally glad to be involved. Inkiri hit my happy spot all the time, and I was pretty sure I could come like this.
That suspicion was confirmed an indeterminate amount of time later, my mate humming and clicking at me as I came in waves between our bodies, his eyes roving over me with so much intensity it made my chest tight.
I heard my own scream echo through the guest room, long and strained, my voice hoarse from all the sounds I’d been making.
“Yes, like that, sweet thing. You feel so good.”
Inkiri growl-purred, eyes watching my cock twitch with each spurt while I worked hard not to pass out.
He sped up even as my cock was still shooting, and when I felt him pulse into me, it was like this inevitable thing, the exhale after the inhale.
The next thing I knew, I’d sagged against him, going limp and heavy in his arms, and the slight pinch from deep inside me let me know his barb was hooking into me.
My head rolled forward onto my chest, my forehead resting against his chin as he clicked in satisfaction. I looked up.
“You sure you’re okay to hold me?”
“Yes.” He’d moved, and I hadn’t even noticed. He’d sat on the bed carefully, doing his best to avoid jostling me.
I smiled up at him and relaxed as he let my legs slide off his arms so he could wrap them fully around me, could hold me closer and soothe my heated skin. This really was the best, and while it lasted, nothing else mattered.