Chapter 33
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Amir
I can’t control my beasts. They’ve decided Anora is the woman they want to claim, and they are going to have her. I’m not even going to fight them against this precious moment. We’ve longed for this for so long.
The scent of her arousal slams into me, wave after wave, as it hits her. It’s intoxicating, driving me wild. I lower my head, looking deep into her eyes, making sure she’s okay. Her naked body is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—her breasts perfect, her hair wild, her lips full and swollen from our kisses. There’s a hint of nervousness in her eyes, but it’s mixed with a hunger that matches my own.
My lion’s tail trails over each breast, teasing her relentlessly. Her breath hitches as it circles her nipples, and I can feel the fire of my dragon burning within me, urging me to taste her. My tongue begins to shift, elongating and growing thicker, hot and wet. The tip splits, forming a slit that I know will drive her wild.
It darts out, sliding against her slit, and the taste of her nearly sends me into a frenzy. Anora gasps, her hips bucking, and I have to brace my palms against the mattress to steady myself. The sensation is overwhelming, her taste more potent than anything I’ve ever experienced. My dragon tongue slides back into my mouth, the sound of it slithering back between my lips obscene and erotic. I close my eyes, savoring the taste.
When I open them again, I look down at her beautiful pussy, realizing whatever control I’ve had has finally left me. The sweet taste of her on my tongue doesn’t even hold a candle to how she tasted when I invaded her dream. I sit up, tilting my head back and letting out a low, unnatural moan that almost comes out like a growl.
I lift my head back and look down at her, grinning when I see her thrashing her head from side to side, arching her back, her fingers gripping the sheets as my lion’s tail continues to play with and tease her breasts. The tail plays with each nipple, brushing its tassel over the hardened peaks, slapping each of the breasts.
“You taste so much better than in your dreams,” I tell her, and her eyes snap open, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“What?—Uh, ah!” she cries out when my lion’s tassel slaps her breast again and brushes over her nipple.
I move my head back down between her legs, my dragon tongue darting out and immediately getting right to work, licking her pussy. It wipes against her folds in a slithering motion, and I moan at the taste. My hands shift into talons, digging into the mattress as Anora bucks her hips against me, her body desperate for more friction.
My dragon tongue finds her clit, playing with it, teasing it, as my hand goes to my dick, stroking it to calm myself down. I’m so close to exploding just from the taste of her alone, and it’s an insane, erotic feeling. I lean my head against her thigh, my thoughts consuming me. I’m going to worship her for giving me the one thing I’ve wanted, longed for, been desperate for—true, unconditional love.
I don’t let the moment linger too long. My dragon tongue swipes over her slick folds again, and I’m overwhelmed by her delicious taste. It’s a unique blend of tropical fruits—papaya, apples, and berries—mixed with her arousal. I can taste her innocence, that no other man has touched her here before, and a dangerous, possessive, primal urge boils inside me. I’ll ensure that no other man ever does. If anyone tries, I won’t just kill them; it will be a raw, intense, messy, bloody death.
I’m ready and willing to go to war for my mate. I’m unhinged, raw, intense, and unfiltered now, ready to do anything and everything to keep Anora by my side. Her taste alone is driving me wild. My lion’s tail moves down from her breasts, brushing against her clit. She jerks and tries to scoot away from me, but I don’t allow it. My talons move from the bed, and I grip her hips, pulling her down to me. Then, I plunge my dragon tongue deep inside of her.
“Amir!” she screams. She can’t move, can’t get away from me. She has no choice but to surrender to the pleasure.
Anora screams, her hands instinctively reaching for me, but my tail moves swiftly, slapping her hand away before returning to rub and pop against her clit. I continue to thrust my dragon tongue in and out of her, swirling it around the walls of her pussy, pushing against her walls and G-spot, stretching her wider for me. I’m careful with her, knowing she’s a virgin. I don’t want to hurt her; I want to prepare her for when I slide my dick inside her.
I can feel her getting closer to her orgasm. Her hands grip the sheets, trying with all her might to fight against the sensation. “It’s okay, Anora. Come on my tongue,” I urge, feeling her right on the edge.
And then it hits her. Her orgasm rips through her, the muscles in her pussy contracting around my tongue. I continue to stroke my dick, trying to stay strong, but I’m so close to breaking. Anora kicks her legs, trying to reach for me again, but my tail wraps securely around her wrist, keeping her locked in place. She’s moaning, crying out from the intensity of her orgasm. I keep hold of her, not stopping, thrusting my tongue in and out of her until she’s completely spent and her body goes limp against me.
Only then do I pull my long dragon tongue out of her and sit up, slowly climbing on top of her. I press my hands on either side of the mattress, closing her in. I plant a gentle kiss against her sweaty forehead as she continues to gasp, trying desperately to catch her breath, as if she’s run a marathon.
I kiss her tenderly, and Anora moans from the taste of herself on my lips. I start to push her legs wider, grabbing my dick and positioning it against her entrance. Pressing my forehead against hers, I slide my dick up and down against her pussy, coating it with her juices. I take my hand and rub those juices all over my dick, ready to claim her.
My tail releases her wrists, and I scowl at the small bruise on it, likely from Anora resisting against its hold. The tail quickly disappears, sliding away and back into my body. I grab her wrist gently and kiss the back of it.
“I’m okay,” Anora breathes out, still slowly catching her breath.
“No, it’s fucking not,” I growl at her, but when I see her eyes widen in surprise, I quickly release her wrist and cup her face. I gently place kisses against her lips, not meaning to snap at her. “I’m sorry, angel. I need to get a better hold on my emotions.”
Anora gently caresses my face, then kisses me back. “I love you, Amir,” she says again, looking straight into my eyes. I can see the conviction, the love, everything. Hearts pounding in my chest, I move my hand back to my dick and position it at her entrance.
I stare into her eyes, the silent moment between us letting her know that it’s time. Anora picks up on it quickly and, while still cupping my face, gives me a gentle nod and a small, nervous smile. “I’m ready,” she says.
I slowly start to slide myself inside her. Anora winces, her breath hitching as I break her virgin barrier and enter her fully. She digs her nails into my neck, her body tensing. I come immediately, the sensation of her tight pussy around me too much to bear. I can feel my dick pumping inside her, filling her womb with my seed. I desperately wish I could get her pregnant, but as a vampire, I know that will never happen.
My forehead presses against hers as I gasp, calming down from my own orgasm. It’s good that I came already; I’ll be able to last longer for her this next round. “Are you alright?” I ask through a ragged breath.
Anora finally opens her eyes and nods at me, relaxing her body and releasing her grip on my neck. “I love you, Anora,” I tell her, and she grabs my face again, pulling me into a passionate, loving kiss.
I start to move in and out of her, my rhythm careful. Anora winces for a moment, but the pain starts to subside. My breathing increases as I continue to slide my dick in and out of her, coated with her essence and my come from the first orgasm. The bed rocks as I pick up the pace, and Anora’s breasts start to bounce up and down .
“It feels good,” Anora says, biting her bottom lip.
My movements speed up, nearly sliding my dick completely out of her then back in. I angle my dick and move my hips in a way that hits all her walls and her G-spot, the same way my tongue did earlier. I can feel it building up, her orgasm, and I can’t wait to feel what it’s like to have her come on my dick.
Her mouth parts, her facial expressions shifting as she grabs my arms and holds on for dear life. Her orgasm hits her, and I feel a sense of victory—me and my beasts. Anora’s eyes roll back, her body arching as she comes. I can feel her clench around my dick as I keep going, sliding in and out of her, slamming into her with brute force.
My own orgasm builds inside me. I start to pant, moving in and out of her, my forehead pressed against hers, moaning, panting, feeling wild and untamed. A strange urge overtakes me, the need to claim her so overpowering that saliva pools in my mouth.
“I love you, Amir. I love you so much,” she says again and again, and her words send me completely over the edge. I let out a loud grunt and growl, and with one final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, coming for the second time. This time is more intense than the last. It’s raw, powerful, beautiful. I’ve made love to my fated mate for the first time, and I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
The urge to claim her is so strong, so overpowering, that I can’t stop myself. My teeth extend, my fangs coming out sharp and long. Anora’s eyes widen, but she closes them, gritting her teeth together. She doesn’t fight or push me away. Instead, she turns her head, exposing her neck, giving her permission.
I can’t help but be rough with her. The urge to possess her, claim her, make her mine forever is overpowering. Saliva drips from the corner of my mouth, my eyes completely feral as I bite down on her neck, breaking the skin. Anora winces from the sharp pain and digs her nails into my arms, but that doesn’t stop me. I drink from her, her warm, sweet blood filling my mouth. My dick hardens again, and I start to stroke it in and out of her pussy, slick with our come.
I can feel Anora’s orgasm building up again, her body relaxing even as I’m not gentle. I’m rough, slamming my dick in and out of her as I continue to drink from her. Anora screams, coming on my dick again, and my tongue swipes over the wound, sealing it with my saliva. My own orgasm hits me, and I push myself deep inside her, coming with her.
I crash down on top of her, careful not to smother her. Anora goes weak, her arms falling limp on the bed, her eyes droopy. I slide myself off her and roll onto the bed, pulling her into my arms. She quickly falls asleep against me.
This moment means everything to me. The claiming process, making love to her for the first time—my heart continues to pound as I stroke her back. The taste of her pussy on my tongue and her blood mixed together is the most delicious combination I’ve ever tasted. She’s mine now, completely. She can never leave me.
I expected claiming her would lift the veil of her curse that binds her magic, but oddly enough, it’s still there. Why? Why didn’t it work? I’m going to have to find another method to break the curse on her, but right now, I just want to enjoy the moment, holding her, watching her sleep. My mate, my forever. My Anora.