Chapter 11
Iave
The brush of Kalani’s soft lips against mine sent fire coursing down my spine.
Her scent and taste were overwhelming and I happily let myself get swept away by it.
This mouth-to-mouth thing was the best feeling ever, and I was impatient as I swept my tongue between her lips as she’d shown me.
Drinking her taste from the source, my head was spinning, and my thoughts focused on one thing only; my mate.
Lifting her into my arms, I pushed all worries about the future and the hostile Bitter Storm Clan right out of my head. She was right, a distraction was more than welcome and since this place was relatively safe, I didn’t see the harm in it.
Even with my mouth pressed to hers, passion heating every nerve in my body, I still knew the way to our temporary nest. Soon, I was lowering her to the furs spread out on the floor, grateful that she’d taken a moment to clean our space.
This wasn’t the soft, luxurious nest she deserved, but right now it was exactly what we needed.
Warrior that she was, she wouldn’t let me press her to the furs without a struggle.
She pushed on my shoulder, her leg slung around my hip.
We rolled and then she was astride me, much like how we’d ended up at the bottom of that long air shaft yesterday.
My cock surged in my pouch, pressing against the slit to extrude and seek out the heat of her core only inches away where she rode my pelvis.
She pulled away from my mouth and I groaned, my hands drawing her back until she was laughing.
“I was going to take off my shirt, but if you’d rather kiss…
” she said in a singsong voice against my lips.
I let her up immediately, my eyes darting from her wet, slightly swollen mouth to her abundant, curvy chest.
“Yess,” I hissed, “Take everything off.” She might think she was in control right now, sitting atop my body but I’d let her know differently in a minute. First, I was going to drink my fill of all the luscious, dark skin that she was willing to expose.
She shrugged out of the dark green coat with a graceful shimmy, and then her hands went to the hem of her shirt.
These were coverings that some of the Naga, especially the elderly, wore when the winter colds struck so I wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with them.
Of course, there was nothing elderly about Kalani, she was young and virile, and entirely enticing.
She pressed her knees into my sides for grip and balance, and then the shirt came up and my eyes snagged on the delicate, lacy covering that cupped her breasts.
I gripped her hips with my hands and slid her down my body until her heated core was right over my aching cock.
“So beautiful, my Goddess. Do you feel this? This is what you do to me,” I told her, and I made sure to grind my cock against her, wriggling the split, leaking tips so they rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves I knew she had.
She wasn’t too different from a Naga female there.
She groaned, her hands going behind her back as she worked to remove the last piece that covered her chest. “You’re not playing fair, are you?
” she drawled, her dark eyes heated as they drew a path from my face, along my chest, down to where our bodies made the most pleasurable contact.
I preened for her, tightening my muscles so she had the best view so that she knew I was well-equipped to protect her. To give her pleasure.
“Are you complaining?” I growled, and I purposely surged my hips up, grinning when that made her eyes shutter.
She numbly shook her head, and then the fabric dropped from her breasts, exposing them to the cool air inside these Ancestral caves.
Her nipples were perked, little dark brown buds that I ached to wrap my tongue around.
I was an impatient male, so I didn’t intend to wait.
Bucking my hips again, I made her topple forward and then I wrapped her in my coils.
There was no more time for words or any play, I just needed to have her, urgency riding me hard.
She wriggled and protested only a little when I rolled us to pin her to the furs, but any urge to fight died when I wrapped my mouth around one hardened tip.
“Yes, that’s so good. Harder,” she commanded, her fingers digging into my long hair and urging my mouth closer to her breast.
Laughing, I obliged. Nipping, sucking, and then daring to scrape one long fang along the sensitive areola.
The scent of her arousal filled the air and I drew that into my mouth, pressing the tip of my tongue to the roof so I had the fullest taste.
I didn’t want this diluted form, I wanted to drink her from the source.
With a last, lingering pull on one turgid tip, I started to drift down her body.
I flicked my tongue against her richly colored, dark brown skin, dipping it into the well of her belly button.
She pushed against my head, urging me down while she eagerly arched her hips toward me.
Bossy little thing wanted it as much as I did.
I had to pull her pants and boots off her body and she worked to help me complete the task.
Then I finally had her naked and I palmed each of her soft but muscular thighs and pressed them apart so that I could get my first proper look.
Intriguing folds, glistening with her enticing wetness, a narrow hole that looked impossibly small for me to fit.
I didn’t doubt that I would, she just might need some stretching first and I was definitely up to that task.
“Like what you see? Are you just going to stare or do something about it?” Kalani demanded sassily.
I snapped my teeth at her, determined not to let her rush me.
She could wait a little longer while I tasted her arousal in the air with my tongue and looked my fill.
She was perfect, and when I touched her folds gently with one claw, she was so very soft and slick.
Using two fingers, I exposed the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit and leaned in for a better look.
The urge to flick my tongue against that sensitive spot was too strong and I gave in with a groan.
Twisting the split tips around it, and then gently tugging as I sucked it into my mouth.
Her sweet, warm taste flooded me, and I pressed my hips down to the furs, grinding my aching cock against them to relieve some of the pressure.
She moaned, spine arching and I repeated what I was doing again and again; eagerly listening for those pretty sounds.
I dipped a finger into her core as I worked her, testing her deepness while I carefully kept my claw sheathed.
Tight but deep, her wet well felt heavenly as it gripped my intruding digit.
My cock ached, the tips writhing as I fought the urge to replace my finger with my dick. She wasn’t ready, not physically, and definitely not mentally, to finish the mating bond between us. She didn’t even know because I hadn’t told her.
I hissed, “I want to fill you so badly, seed you. Tie you to me, my mate.” Her eyes fluttered open, hands tightening their delicious grip on my hair.
She looked dazed, her face flushed with the pleasure I’d already inflicted on her.
I loved how that looked, I wanted to etch this moment into my brain forever.
“You mean you want to fuck me?” she drawled huskily.
“Do it, I want you to.” In invitation, she spread her legs even more and canted her hips toward my face.
“I know you’re a big boy, but I can take it.
” Everything she said set my blood on fire.
I wanted to bury myself so badly inside her heat that I was already rising above her, ready to notch the writhing tips of my cock to her opening before reason filtered through.
She didn’t know what I meant, she didn’t know that sex between mates was binding, and my warrior Goddess deserved a choice in this, even if I was going to do everything in my power to make her choose me.
I knew she was going to be mine, I just needed her to decide that too.
I needed to know that she thought I was worthy of her.
“I mean seed,” I said, “And I can’t. Unless you’ve decided you want to be my mate.” When her eyes lost some of their haze and grew large in her face, I had my answer. Through gritted teeth, I added, “Mates are forever. Will you choose to be mine, for all time?”
She didn’t answer, staring up at me but frozen in place.
That was all I needed to know and though it hurt, I didn’t want to lose this moment of passion.
Time but not distance is what I told her, so that’s what she’d get.
She’d just have to accept the fact that I was a bossy, possessive bastard and she’d soon find out that this was only a semblance of a choice. She was my mate, and she would be mine.
I coiled my tail around her legs, keeping them spread as I wedged my hips between them.
Pleasure shot through me as that pressed the sensitive tips of my cock against her warm, silky soft flesh.
She shuddered at the change, her body arching against me when I sought out her mouth for another of those drugging, heated kisses.
Setting a pace of rough, steady thrusts against the core of her.
I tantalized myself with the possibility of what could be, so close to sliding into her wet heat, but not allowing myself.
When she got too distracted to focus on the kiss, I raised my head above hers and carefully watched her expressions as they flitted across her face.
She came apart with a moan, writhing beneath me.