Chapter 24 #3
His cock jerked, reminding him of that fact. A stab of pain followed—a gentle prod from his Seminus genes, telling him he needed to get on it. He needed to get on her.
Fuck, yeah. He couldn’t wait. Not after watching her climax like that.
The way she’d arched her back and rolled her hips as she gripped the bedspread for dear life had been the most erotic sight ever.
He’d tasted her orgasm, savoring the spicy tang as it charged him up.
He was made to make females come, and in return, their desire fueled him.
The more they came, the longer he could go between having to bed another female.
He was going to set a record with Scotty. He hadn’t been lying when he said he could eat her for days. And now that she’d caught her breath, he’d do it again.
Parting her toned thighs once more, he leaned in, anticipation making his heart pound. She rolled her hips eagerly, and he accepted her silent invitation by stroking his tongue over her glistening core.
“Mace,” she groaned, “that’s so…good.”
He smiled against her, male pride swelling in his chest. Yeah, he was good at this. Females begged him for this. But suddenly, he no longer cared about those other females. What he was doing to Scotty was for her, and for her only.
Never again would he give another female this kind of pleasure.
That’s a weird hill to die on.
It was. But he didn’t care. This was like indulging in a luxurious, decadent dark-chocolate gelato after a lifetime of having nothing but vanilla ice milk. He was ruined now. Never going back.
Ravenous for what only Scotty could give him, he dove into her, licking and sucking, dragging his tongue through her slick flesh and flicking it across her swollen bud. She writhed, bucking against his mouth as he lapped at her, working her into another frenzy.
She came hard, and as she came down, he shifted his weight and moved up her body, licking and kissing as he went. He spent extra time nuzzling the soft skin between her hipbones before worshipping his way upward, teasing her navel and breastbone with his tongue.
And then he reached her breasts.
He’d seen them several times over the years, but only quick glimpses while she was changing clothes or tearing them away from wounds. And he’d lost count of how many times he’d seen her in a bathing suit. Her breasts were on the small side, ideally sized for her athletic body.
He’d known they’d be the perfect handful, and he’d guessed the nipples would pucker when he nibbled them. But he hadn’t known she’d orgasm when he sucked them.
“Mace!” The way she shouted his name as she came again filled him with fierce male pride, and he smiled as he drew a nipple deep into his mouth, letting his fangs put dimples in her perky flesh.
“Are you ready for me?” He teased the nipple with his tongue. “Or should I play more?”
The little vixen grinned down at him. “Play.”
Arousal ripped through him like a wildfire, and he regretted asking the question. He needed her. Sooner, rather than later.
Rising up, he straddled her, loving how her lust-glazed eyes sharpened with curiosity. He gripped his shaft and stroked in long, slow passes from the base to the tip. She liked that. Her eyes glittered with greed as she watched, her back arching and her hips rocking.
“I know you can’t make yourself come like that.” She reached up and cupped his sac, and he groaned. “But what if I touch you?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He moved his hand aside when she took over, pumping her fist up and down, creating an almost unbearably pleasant friction. “I have to be inside a female when my orgasm starts.” He sucked in a harsh breath when she circled the head with her thumb.
“When it starts.” She sat up, scooting out from under him. “But what about when you finish?”
He swallowed dryly. She was bending forward, her lips getting closer… “I can finish anywhere—ah, fuck!” She took him into her mouth and sucked him like a straw in a thick-ass milkshake.
He couldn’t take it. He’d wanted her like nothing else in his life. He’d wanted this like nothing else in his life. Didn’t matter that she didn’t know what she was doing. What she was doing was the best thing ever.
The climax struck like a bolt of lightning, searing him from the inside.
Then Scotty did the sexiest thing, releasing him to lean back, bracing herself on her arms as he spilled on her breasts.
Her sexed-up eyes went heavy-lidded as she dragged a finger through the pearly liquid.
When she put her finger to her lips, his spent cock got instantly hard again.
Sems were capable of multiple orgasms, dozens in a single session. But he had a feeling he was going to break some records tonight.
“Suck it,” he growled, and then he growled again when the pink tip of her tongue flicked over her fingertip, catching a drop of his cum. Fuck, that was sexy. Even more so when she moaned as the aphrodisiac took effect.
“Mace,” she whispered, her gaze clinging to his. “I want you. Please.”
She didn’t have to beg. He’d never make her do that. Besides, he wanted her, too, with a fierce possessiveness he’d known he was capable of but had never thought he’d experience. Not when the one female he’d truly always wanted wasn’t available.
She still wasn’t. But at least he had right now.
Impatient, he positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock at her slick entrance.
I love you.
He didn’t say it, but he thought it as he slid inside her welcoming heat. Closing her eyes, she arched up to meet him, taking him deep. Her tight walls squeezed him, rippling along his shaft with every pump of his hips.
He wanted to break loose, to give her everything he had, to claim her, but he held back.
In part to give her the passionate, gentle experience she’d missed out on with Blade, and partly to keep from losing himself to obsession.
She was a match, and he was tinder, and this friction was dangerously close to sparking a fire.
But as their bodies entwined and their kisses grew hotter, he couldn’t help it. He pounded into her, coaxing another orgasm out of her. And another. And another. He lost count of his own climaxes, each one tearing him apart until they crashed into a pile of panting, moaning exhaustion.
He recovered first, fetching the sparkling wine and strawberries, which they scarfed in bed, tangled in the sheets.
“Wanna get some real food?” he asked, as he poured the last of the bubbly into their glasses. “Or go to a movie?”
She laughed as she reached for one of the two remaining strawberries. He loved her laugh. Deep and melodic, she’d always been so free with it, unafraid to find the humor in almost any situation. “Can’t you just relax for ten minutes?”
“Relax?” He scoffed. “Do you even know me?”
Stretching out on the mattress like a great, sleepy cat, she propped herself up on one elbow and regarded him with curiosity. The sheet covered her hips and waist, but it had slipped, exposing her breasts, and he had to force himself not to stare like some kind of perv.
But they were just so perfect.
“Your bird suits you, you know.”
He nudged the remaining strawberry closer to her. “My bird?”
She nudged it back and then pointed to his neck. “Your personal symbol. The eagle is in perpetual flight. Just like you.”
He’d heard that a few times in his life. “My mom swears that I’ll settle down someday, but I don’t see that happening.”
“Oh, come on. Someday, you’ll meet a female, and you’ll finally perch somewhere.”
Ouch. Okay, yes, that was the plan. There was no way he’d let himself turn into a monster after his next transition, and mating would prevent that.
But he didn’t want to meet a female to settle down with.
There was only one he wanted. Scotty was part of him, and he supposed she had been since they were kids.
Part of him, but not his.
Deep thoughts and yearning threatened to take him down, so he did what he always did when shit got too serious, and he shoved the tray and glasses aside, not caring that they spilled.
“Mace!” Scotty sounded positively scandalized.
Grinning, he pounced on her, wedging himself between her legs. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” Lowering his mouth to hers, he kissed her, a playful, teasing kiss that made her giggle. “We have this room for ten more hours, and we’re going to make the most of it.”
They did, and afterward, as Scotty snored softly in the wee hours of the morning, he lay awake, thinking that this had been the best night of his life.
And also, a huge mistake. They might have put their friendship back into order, but his heart would never recover.