Chapter 29 #2
The difference in his mate was stark. Only days ago, when he’d bathed her in the river, she’d been so guarded, shy, and reluctant for him to see her body. Now she was allowing herself to be vulnerable. She was offering herself to him, by her own choice.
Even if he did not understand human modesty, he understood the trust she must’ve placed in him to open herself this way.
“My nyleea.” Telok traced the scar that cut across her lower belly with his tongue before he pressed his mouth to the center of the mark, gently kissing the jagged, raised flesh. “You set my hearts aflame.”
He moved his head lower. The hairs on her pelvis teased his hide as his mouth brushed over them, and her heady, tantalizing fragrance filled him anew.
An urge beyond any instinct or desire he’d ever experienced swept through him.
He needed to taste her essence, needed to slake his thirst with it, to learn whether it was as sweet as it smelled. He needed to drink from his mate.
Pushing her thighs wider apart, Telok stared at her parted slit. Its petals were fuller than before, wetter, and her essence dampened her inner thighs and dripped down her ass. His fingers flexed, digging into her soft flesh as his stem twitched at the memory of being inside her.
“Please, Telok,” Lacey begged, attempting to lift her pelvis to his mouth. “I need you.”
“Patience,” he rumbled, unsure whether he was reminding her or himself as he held her in place.
Dropping his head, he delved his tongue between the folds of her pussy and licked. He groaned as her taste struck him. Sharp, sweet, and pure, it swept through him like a fragrant wind, fanning the flames in his core and intensifying the frenzy haze.
No. Not until I drink my fill.
Telok trailed his tongue up, and it flicked over a hard, tiny nub.
Lacey bucked with a gasp, her entire body going taut as she grasped his headcrest.
Shaper, unmake me…or her reactions will.
Shaking off her hold, he lifted his head, placed a finger on either side of her slit, and parted the delicate folds to reveal a little nub at their apex. Canting his head, he brushed a finger over it, and she twitched with a soft whimper.
Telok raised his gaze to her face. She was watching him, lips parted, breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
“What is this?” he asked.
“It’s my clit.”
“Clit,” he repeated, testing out the word as he gave the bud another light stroke.
Lashes fluttering and thighs trembling, Lacey curled her fingers into the bedding. “Telok…”
Of all the parts of her body he had touched, this seemed the most sensitive.
He leisurely circled her clit, thrilling in the sounds emanating from her, in the ways she responded to his touch.
Lacey was like an instrument, and he was the player who had just learned how to pluck her strings to create the most beautiful music.
“This brings you pleasure,” he said.
She moaned, rolling her hips in rhythm with his touch. “So, so much pleasure.”
Telok purred. “Good.”
He returned his mouth to her pussy and swirled his tongue around that nub.
“Oh fuck,” Lacey gritted out.
Her thighs attempted to close, but he tightened his grip, keeping her legs firmly planted against the bedding. He would not allow her to deny him this.
He laved her clit in quick, firm strokes, each one evoking a ragged cry from his mate. Her eyes closed, her head tipped back, and her hands grasped her breasts, squeezing them as she undulated against his tongue.
Telok growled. He took great pride in this sight—his mate losing herself in his grasp, losing herself because of the pleasure he was giving her. And Lacey’s pleasure was his own. That he could make her feel so much, so intensely, was satisfying in a way he’d never imagined.
And her taste only grew stronger and sweeter as more essence trickled from her slit.
Her legs quivered and her clit pulsed as he continued licking.
He brushed her inner thighs with his mandibles, their movements gentle and soothing compared to those of his tongue.
Soon enough, her entire body was shaking, her breaths were harsh and erratic, and far more warmth radiated from her than from the stone heater.
The more pronounced her reactions grew, the deeper his hunger became. He reveled in this like he had in nothing else. Reveled in her taste, her flesh, her sounds, in how this tiny bud could seize her with overwhelming pleasure. His desire for this, for her, would never be satisfied.
Trapped between his body and the bed beneath, his claspers pushed down as though to force him up. His stem throbbed against his belly, desperate to fill his mate, to be enwrapped by her wet heat, to feel her pussy’s blissful embrace.
Suddenly, Lacey’s back arched, and her body went rigid. She screamed.
Essence squirted from her, spraying his mouth. Telok jerked back, surprised, until the scent and taste hit him.
And then his mouth was back upon her.
More.
He licked vigorously, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste. Lacey dominated his senses; she was all he could perceive, all he wanted to perceive.
Mine.
She is all mine.
As Lacey writhed and cried out beneath him, he felt the frenzy closing in, felt his instincts clawing for control, but he held them back. He wanted more of this. More of her.
Snarling, Telok pulled away.
“No!” Lacey cried, eyes flashing open as she reached for him.
But he scooped her up first, rolled onto his back, and with his lower hands grasping her hips, positioned his mate over his face with her thighs astride his head.
Lacey’s eyes widened as he brought her down on his wide-open mouth, his long tongue spearing deep into her pussy.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped, gripping his forearms. Her inner walls fluttered and contracted around his tongue as her essence flooded his mouth.
He shuddered. She was so sweet, so delicious. And he was ravenous for more.
Careful to avoid harming her with his fangs, Telok opened his jaw wider and swirled his tongue inside his mate, curling its tip before withdrawing it and plunging it back in, eager to drink every drop.
Lacey panted as she gazed down at him, her fiery hair hanging around her shoulders, her brow creased in pleasure.
Clutching her hips with his lower hands, he brought his upper hands to her breasts, fondling the soft mounds and their hard nipples as he fucked her pussy with his tongue.
“God, you are so filthy,” Lacey moaned, her head lolling as she bounced upon him.
His mandibles stroked the backs of her thighs. He delighted in her movements, in the sweet nectar dripping into his mouth, in her body trembling above him.
More.
Pulling his tongue free of her channel, he mercilessly lashed her clit.
“Telok!” Body going rigid, she fell forward, catching herself on her hands as another gush of her essence filled his mouth.
Telok curled his fingers around her ass, clutching her as she quaked. Her throaty cries were more beautiful and enticing than any song every played by vrix or human. He swallowed greedily, devouring everything she gave. And his thirst only grew.
He would never be sated.
Crimson thrummed at the edges of his vision. Tension and heat roiled beneath his hide, and his cock, exposed to the open air, pulsed with a soul-shaking ache. He needed to be inside her. Needed to connect their bodies in that most intimate of ways and feel her come undone around him.
Snarling, Telok planted his hands on the bedding and shoved himself out from beneath her.
He rolled onto his front and rose on his bent forelegs.
His mate was still on her hands and knees before him, shivering in the aftermath with her ass in the air and her pussy on display, glistening drops of her essence trickling from it.
Grasping her hips between his lower hands, he yanked her closer, notched the head of his stem against her entrance, and plunged deep into her slick, welcoming heat from behind. She cried out, her quivering inner walls clenching around his cock.
A growl escaped Telok as a shudder wracked his body. His claspers hooked over her thighs, pulling her ass even more snugly against him.
“Kir’ani vi’jatai… My nyleea.”