Chapter 34
Lacey was thrumming with excitement and desire by the time they reached their den, and she knew Telok felt it too based on the swiftness with which he’d carried her there and the tension radiating through his body.
As soon as he set her down, she dashed inside, toeing off her boots and moving to their bed.
Standing upon the blankets and furs, she turned to her mate.
Eyes intent upon her, Telok squeezed through the entryway, and without pause, strode toward her. Once he stepped onto the bedding, he reached for her.
Lacey took a step back and raised a palm. “Wait.”
His chin dipped, granting his narrowed, glowing green eyes a hint of menace in the shadows cast upon his face. “Waited enough.”
She smiled. “You won’t have to wait for long.”
“Lacey…”
The warning in his tone, the utter need seething within it, sent a rush of aching arousal to her core that had her squeezing her thighs together.
“For the last few nights, you’ve explored me, pleasured me, made me come so many times upon your fingers and tongue.” She reached for the straps of her dress and slipped them off her shoulders. “Let me pleasure you tonight, Telok.”
She let the dress fall. The silk whispered down her body and pooled at her feet.
Telok’s claspers shifted, crossing over his slit, but it still parted, giving her a glimpse of the green flesh within. His gaze roved over her body, restless and devouring, so bright and fierce that it trailed heat across her bare skin.
Once, Lacey would have shrunk from his intense stare, would have covered her body in shame. She would have agonized over what he must’ve thought of her—that she was ugly, ruined, unworthy of desire or admiration.
Now, she simply felt beautiful. He’d worshipped her body, had run his hands all over her, discovering every little thing that could make her sing.
All the flaws she saw in the mirror were flaws only in her own head, viewed through a lens that had been warped by the standards of a society she no longer belonged to.
Standards that had never been right to begin with.
There was nothing for her to be ashamed of.
Lacey stepped closer and flattened her palms on his chest. His hide rippled beneath her touch.
When his hands moved to grab her, she shook her head. “No. Let me.”
Growling, Telok forced his arms down at his sides. “You test me, vi’jatai.”
“Then let’s see how patient my hunter can be.”
Keeping her eyes locked with his, she kissed his chest, right over his beating hearts. Another shiver rippled through him. Then slowly, she trailed a hand down, fingers gliding over the planes of his abdomen, moving toward his pelvis.
She smiled as she teased the top of his slit and traced its open edges before dipping her fingers into its hot, wet depths.
Telok hissed, clenching his fists. “Lacey…”
Kissing his chest again, she hummed and stroked his stem, which was tucked within his slit. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”
She slowly kissed and licked a path down his chest and stomach. Tremors wracked him, and she felt his claspers tighten even as they were losing the battle to his widening slit. The spicy scent of cinnamon and cloves saturated the air, enveloping her and making her mouth water.
“I’ve daydreamed of putting my mouth on you,” Lacey whispered as she knelt on the blankets. She kissed the apex of his slit. “Daydreamed of what you might taste like.”
Telok’s breathing grew harsh and uneven, and in her peripheral vision, she saw his hands hesitantly reaching for her.
“I yearned to take your cock between my lips.” She ran her tongue along his seam.
His lower hands grasped her shoulders and his upper ones threaded in her hair, drawing her head back. He snarled as his claspers snapped aside and his cock sprung free.
“You are unravelling me,” he rasped.
Placing her hands on the upper joints of his forelegs, Lacey stared at his cock. His spicy scent was headier, more potent, and his oils, sweet and delicious, coated her tongue, flooding her senses like an aphrodisiac. And his shaft glistened with more.
She wrapped her fingers around his stem, just above the knot at its base. It pulsed in her grasp, hot and thick, echoing the rapid thumping of her heart.
Taste him.
Suck him.
“Then unravel for me.” Unwilling to wait a moment longer, Lacey closed her mouth over the wide head.
Telok started, his pelvis jerking back, but she kept a firm grip on him as she sucked in gentle pulls.
“Fuck.” His fingers curled in her hair, making the tips of his claws scrape her scalp and send tingles through her.
Lacey moaned, the sound vibrating into his cock and forcing another growl from him. His cinnamon and clove taste was like the sweetest, spiciest candy, leaving her craving more. She swept her tongue over the pronged tip of his cock and toyed with the inch-long slit there.
“This…” Telok growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as he shivered. “Your mouth…”
She looked up, meeting his ravenous, glowing gaze. He stared down at her with a fervor that should have frightened Lacey, but it only excited her.
His cock was too large for her to take fully into her mouth, but she took as much as she could, gliding her mouth up and down while her fist stroked his shaft in time with every suck.
Telok’s legs quaked, raking the bedding even as he squeezed her shoulders and drew her closer. “Kir’ani vi’jatai… Lacey… Ah, my mate, my wife.”
That word—wife—spoken so bestially, seared into her very soul and stoked her desire, making her burn with need. Her pussy clenched. There was a heavy, hollow ache in her core, one that had been denied for much too long, demanding to be filled.
Lacey drew her mouth away, but she kept pumping her hand along his shaft. “You taste so good.” She pressed a light kiss to the slit at his tip and smiled up at him. “My husband.”
“Then taste more,” he growled. “Give me more before I take what I want from you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“A promise.” He pulled her face back toward him.
A shiver of anticipation stole through Lacey. Closing her mouth around his cock again, she sucked it and swept her tongue along the underside of its head. Her other hand moved to his base, massaging the bulges of his knot and teasing the inside of his slit.
Tremors coursed through him, and his ragged breaths came and went with snarls and growls. Every time the swipe of her tongue or the friction of her lips made his pelvis buck, she noted the spot that had brought him so much pleasure and gave it even more attention.
That she could bring her big, tough vrix into this state, where every tiny stroke had him on the verge of losing control, was overwhelmingly arousing.
Lacey’s breasts grew heavy, her nipples throbbed, and that ache within her deepened.
She felt the warm trickle of her own slick down her thighs as her pussy begged to take him.
Unable to stand it, she dropped one of her hands. Her fingers, already coated in his oils, slipped between her legs and rubbed her clit.
Pleasure flared within her, making her twitch and squeeze Telok’s shaft.
He hissed a curse. Breathing growing ever more erratic, he pumped his pelvis in time with her strokes while Lacey’s finger circled her clit, assailing her with whispering waves of bliss.
“I can smell your need,” he rasped. “Can almost taste it.”
Lacey slipped her tongue into the slit at his cock’s tip.
His forelegs nearly buckled as his shaft went impossibly more rigid.
“No,” Telok growled. He jerked his pelvis back, tugging his cock from her mouth.
She leaned forward, meaning to follow him, but his iron hold kept her from doing so.
“No,” he repeated more vehemently.
Telok sank down onto his forelegs, dropping his lower hands and hooking them behind Lacey’s thighs while he wrapped his upper arms around her. He swept her legs out from beneath her and laid her down on the bedding, bracing himself over her on his upper hands.
“Telok!” She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”
“And I want to release inside your sweet, hot pussy.”
Tugging her close, he guided her legs around his waist, clamped his claspers over them, and notched his cock against her entrance.
He pushed inside her slowly, tantalizingly, torturously, making her feel every inch of him.
Lacey let out a shuddering breath as his wide head and thick shaft stretched her.
Telok purred. “I want to fill you with my seed, to plant it deep until your belly swells with my broodling.”
As slowly as he’d entered, he drew back and pushed deeper. Lacey’s lashes fluttered, and she whimpered at the friction against her inner walls. After days of him denying her this, denying her of him, the feeling of Telok inside her was wholly sublime.
She scored her nails down his chest and arched up into him. “More. I need all of you.”
His mandibles rose in a smile made wicked by the glint in his eyes. “Patience, vi’jatai.”
“Where was yours a second ago?”
He lowered his face and brushed his hard mouth against her temple. “I did not act because I was impatient for my pleasure. I seek only yours.”
Rising, Telok continued those slow, measured thrusts, filling that hollowness inside her and instilling her with a new, visceral ache that coiled tighter and tighter in her core.
His lower hands caged her hips, guiding her body upon his pumping cock and ensuring he alone set their pace. All the while, he kept his eyes upon her, a watchful hunter, a giving lover, a devoted mate.
Every deep push of his cock hurtled her closer to the cliff’s edge, but they weren’t enough to send her over. They held her there on the precipice, taunting her, consuming her, setting her every nerve alight while keeping her suspended in the agonizing need to come.
Lacey writhed and clawed at Telok, begging him to take her faster, harder, deeper. But he didn’t listen, and every time she reached for her clit, he swatted her hand away, sending a clear message.
Her pleasure was at his whim. He was in control.