Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mekkra lifts me from behind the crate and throws me over his shoulder. Even though he's injured, he's still so incredibly strong.
"Hey!" I yell.
"My mate," he keeps muttering as he carries me down the corridor. "She's my mate."
He puts me down on the foot of his bed, stomping over the remnants of my ball gown to get us there, and then he takes me all in.
"You're perfect," he breathes, his gaze dragging up my thighs. His eyes are so different now that he's free from the dark parts of his mind, and I feel like he's looking at me for the first time…that he's truly seeing me.
…and I want him to.
I take his hand by the wrist and push it to the apex of my thighs, just under the ripped red ruffle. He sucks in a breath as he feels the heat of me, and I do the same as he spreads my slick folds.
"You're already so wet." He shudders.
He slides his fingers up and down the sides of my clit, like he did on our first meeting, as if he's memorized that moment. I buck against his hand.
"I want to taste you, please tell me I can," he begs, dropping to his knees on the ground and pushing my knees apart.
"Yes," I moan, reclining on my elbows for a better view.
He kisses up my thighs, and when he gets to my pussy, he draws in a deep breath and groans as though he's finally found his home.
"Lick my clit," I pant, his breath already driving the nerves of my sex wild.
As if all he needed was my permission, he's a warlord unleashed. Mekkra's tongue dives between my lips and thrums against the bundle of nerves there. I want him so badly in this moment, that I'm dripping as he works.
I don't think I've ever been this wet for someone, even the sheets below me feel drenched.
"Make me yours," I say only a little shakily.
"But I thought you weren't ready for that?" He cocks his head, stepping closer.
"Just…go slow—you're big."
He stands, leaving me mewling in this space debutante dress.
"I would never hurt you, I want you to know that." He steps towards one of his glass-covered flowers. "I knew about our size difference when I negotiated for you, and I knew then we might need…help fitting."
He lifts the cloche and snaps one of the lilac-colored pods from the plant, crushing it between his fingers.
"I was told this would be the best remedy for that." He returns to the bed. Looking down at his fingers, I see that the bud has crushed into what kind of looks like a sparkling purple slime.
"Would you like to try it? I'll stop if it's painful or if you ask me for any reason." He lifts his mouth. "I'm going to stretch you with my fingers, mate."
He slips a bent knuckle inside of me and it nearly slips out because of the alien lube.With his claw tucked into his own palm, he fucks me with his broad finger, leaning forward to lap at my clit. I'm a fucking crumbling, slick mess of a woman.
I grab his mane, holding him on the perfect spot until stars creep in on the edges of my vision.
"I'm going to come," I pant.
Mekkra, to his credit, stays the course. If anything, the pressure of his long, broad tongue on my clit deepens. Each swipe of it has my body sizzling with pleasure.
And when I break, he switches to sucking my clit between his lips, drawing out my orgasm longer than any human man ever has.
He only relents when I push him away as the pleasure verges on overstimulation. He smiles, a true kind of smile I don't think I've ever seen before—his chin glistening with my juices.
I don't think I've ever seen him happy before…and hell, if this is what makes him happy, I might have made the right choice in a mate.
He pushes the obnoxious dress ruffle down, kissing his way up until his body is over mine. I can feel his thick heads pressing against my pussy and slipping against the wetness there until he's notched at my opening.
"I'll stop if it's too much," he breathes as he grips the root of his shaft. "Can I claim you?"
And there I go, melting ever further into the bed. I clutch my hands on his chest, trying to ground my body against his.
"I'm ready," I say before taking a deep breath and trying my best to relax.
He kisses my forehead before pushing his cock into me.
It’s—easier than I thought it would be. His magic alien lube has his heads slipping inside with practically no resistance. But it doesn't make him any smaller, despite the fact that his heads are twisted and small…I know they'll grow.
I won't deny there's a sting, but that sharpness fades. He thrusts and my muscles give way. Each movement eases the tension at my center, slow and deliberate, and with every shift of his hips, he presses closer—deeper—until there’s nowhere left to go.
"So tight for me, a perfect fit," he grunts, ears pinning back against his head.
I grip the hair on his chest tighter, his fur making it easy for me to hold on. He's still holding himself back, and I can tell this pace is killing him.
"Harder," I moan. I want him to take what he needs from me—I want to feel the swell of his heads when he crosses the finish line.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" He gazes down at me reverently.
"Take me, I'm yours."
Those eyes burn so bright as he grins and puts a knee on the bed. Mekkra grabs my ass and drags it up into the air. His other foot finds the floor, and he lines himself up before driving himself deep.
I arch off the bed until only the top of my head has contact with the bed, and I swear more sparks fly behind my eyes.
He does it again, and the noise that comes from my mouth is animalistic. Deeper, harder, his pace becomes relentless.
I look at his face and know that this is the only way I'll see him lose himself from now on…not madness, but pleasure.
There's a pressure growing deep inside me, it presses against the sensitive spot inside my pussy. It's warm and throbbing, deep and steady where we're pressed together.
It feels so fucking good.
"You are brave, you are worthy, you—you—you're mine!" he roars before collapsing over me.
His cock jerks, and as his heads swell, I've never been so full of someone. The feeling inside me tightens. I've never experienced this sensation before, but it's not painful.
I test it by clenching my muscles, and Mekkra's hand slides up my arm until it settles at the base of my throat.
"Easy, mate." His voice is rough but soothing. Something about the low rumble of his tone has my body reacting before my mind can.
I clench over him again and delight in the fuzzy feeling that rushes through me. With a wiggle of my hips, I realize that I can no longer move away. His cock has locked into the deepest part of me.
Mekkra tightens his grip over my neck, and that in combination with the way we’re rooted together—tight, unyielding—hits just fucking right.
I'm sent careening over the edge again. The sensation throbs through me, sharp and consuming, warmth building and spilling as I cling to him, my body going slick where we meet, heat and motion blurring into one relentless pull.
Finally, I descend back from heaven, my release dripping out of my stuffed pussy
"Are you okay?" he breathes.
"Yeah," I whisper.
The slow and steady throb of where our bodies are locked is the only sensation I need. My body finally relaxes into him, all tension slipping away.
He uses those big hands of his to spin us both until we're on our sides, facing each other. Instinctively, I tuck my head under his chin.
"I guess you'll never be little spoon, huh?" Although I think the joke is obvious given Mekkra's spines, he just grunts and pulls me closer.
Stuck together in the quiet, breathing the same air, his claw traces slow, absentminded circles along the side of my hip.
And instead of feeling trapped, I feel safe.
Like the world has paused long enough for me to belong somewhere.