Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen
Dominic shivered as Mira’s soft skin and hair slid down his body. He thought he’d been prepared, but when her soft, hot mouth slid over his shaft, he bucked with a grunt.
With loud slurps that made him jerk, she licked up every drop of nectar he’d smeared on his cock. He bucked again when she pushed her mouth down over him, greedy for more. The gradual ooze of his nectar’s flow slowed down her desperate sucking. She sighed, and settled into place between his legs.
Dominic’s hips lifted with her gentle, steady rhythm. His cock pulsed on every small gush of nectar she sucked from him. He couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t stop caressing her face and the silky skin of her shoulders and back.
Then the suckling haze slammed into him, and he realized he’d never known true pleasure. Not before that moment.
He’d heard the rumors of the contentment he’d feel as his mate drank his nectar, but they didn’t prepare him for the rolling waves of bliss that continuously washed over him, leaving his head lolling on the pillow.
Mira whined around his cock when the suckling haze rolled over her. They were trapped together in warm bliss. Healing bliss. And there was so much to heal. So much pain to soothe. He touched her face, and felt the wetness on her cheeks.
She caressed his thighs as he had her skin, worshiping him with her hands. He spread his legs wider, desperate to give her more.
Dominic bucked softly, and groaned. “Feed from me, Mira. Feast on me. Let me take care of you.”
He was taking care of her. Nectar was dense and rich, designed to nourish a demon’s mate during the frenzied, lengthy breeding that would come next. He was feeding his mate, something he’d never dreamt of having. And his mate was Mira, the only woman he’d ever longed for.
The thought sent a heavy gush of nectar flowing out of him. When it spilled over Mira’s tongue, she released a long, needy moan that hummed through his shaft.
She began to suck him ravenously, desperate for it all. Her long, deep sucking left him twitching and moaning. He growled when she pushed his thighs down, holding him open.
Dominic bared his teeth and wrapped his hand in her hair, using it to work her over his cock. “Take it then, if you want it. Drink it all. Waste nothing. I need you well-fed and ready for everything I’m about to give you.”
Mira whimpered at the feel of his hand in her hair. Fuck, she seemed to love when he did that. She would certainly have her fill tonight, when he held her in place for every fierce thrust.
The harsh, greedy pulls of her mouth on his cock sent his eyes rolling back. He bucked with a snarl, blind with fiery pleasure as the last of his nectar gushed into her mouth and spilled down her throat.
When his nectar emptied, his own demon mating thrall took hold of him.
Dominic pulled her off his still-hard cock. Mira sighed, nectar trickling from the corner of her mouth as he put her on her back.
The delicious smell of her pussy called to him, driving him crazy. Ravenous to taste her, he shoved his face between her legs.
She jerked in shock when his long tongue swirled around her, lapping up her plentiful juices. He laved her clit, teasing it in maddening circles until she writhed and cried. Then he thrust his long tongue inside her and tongue-fucked her deeply with his mouth latched onto her clit.
Mira screamed and arched off the bed, her toes curling in the air.
Maddened by his mating frenzy, Dominic rose and pushed her knees to her chest. He admired her still-twitching pussy before shoving his cock into her with a deep, claiming thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” Mira cried.
“Take it,” he grunted.
Pressing her down, he rode her ruthlessly. The bedroom filled with his growls and her startled cries. He was lost to his thrall, unable to stop or slow down.
“Mine,” he snarled. “My Mira.”
At his words, her channel clamped down on him. More wetness flowed around him, until he could hear the wet sounds of her sweet cunt gripping him like a greedy fist.
The unbelievable pleasure pulled steady groans from him as he thrust and thrust, taking every inch of her in his need. Her shocked cries sent lightning racing over his skin as his balls drew up tight.
Mira’s cries turned into low, needy sounds. Her nails dug into his skin. When he looked in her eyes, the heat of her thrall reflected his own.
With a long moan, her legs fell wide, inviting him to plunder even more. Snarling, he sped up, fucking her in furious drives until the bed creaked dangerously.
She suddenly arched up with a scream, her pussy milking him furiously.
Dominic roared when his hot claiming seed gushed into her. Groaning, he pumped it deeper, then stilled as his cock continued to twitch.
Mira squirmed beneath him. With a grunt, he slapped her lush ass cheek.
“Hold still for your claiming,” he growled.
She gasped, her cunt clenching around him. The thrall had put a deep, glowing ember in her eyes that mirrored his own natural silver. Unable to resist, he bent to take her lips.
Mira caught his lower lip in her teeth, and bit him.
At her defiance, the demon beast within him snapped. He withdrew his dripping cock, flipped her onto her knees, and mounted her once more with a deep grunt.
Her low, husky moan drove him out of his mind.
Blissed out with pleasure, Dominic stretched her wide on every thorough thrust. His fingers dug into her hips with bruising force as he held her steady for his onslaught.
He wound his fist through her hair, and pulled.
Mira gasped. Fresh wetness rushed to her folds until her juices fully coated him. Baring his teeth, he pulled harder, forcing her head back. He leaned over her, pressing his mouth to her ear while he bucked wildly into her.
“Yield,” he demanded between his teeth. “Yield to your mate.”
She shuddered violently on a shriek, her legs buckling. Her core clamped down on him.
“Mira.” Dominic’s face crumpled when he followed her to oblivion. “Fuck,” he snarled.
His eyes rolled up. With a groan, he fell atop her.
He took her all night, and well into the morning. When he finally pulled his spent cock from her, she only sighed and snuggled into the sheets.
Dominic drew them over her tempting body, and went in search of food. Unlike her, he’d not been nourished by nectar all night.
He smiled at the memory as he opened the fridge.
When he finally returned to the bedroom, he admired the curve of Mira’s form where she’d turned on her side. He gently ran his hand along the dip of her waist, and over her hip.
She opened her eyes, and met his gaze.
They stared at each other in the silence. He could feel her. Feel their bond, deep within him. He marveled over it, and the sense of completeness.
When a dark, hard glint entered her eyes, he needed no explanation. Dominic rose.
“Kill him,” Mira whispered.