Chapter 30
thiRty
I'D TASTED HAVEN BEFORE, but this was different. This time when she pulled me closer, tangled her fingers in my ruff and arched against me, the constant cadence of mine, mine, mine underscored every move.
Every moan was permission. Every sigh was laced with want.
I growled and felt her shiver in response. Her scent bloomed around us, sweet lime turning rich and heady with arousal.
My control was hanging by a thread, but I was mindful of her still-healing back. "Tell me to stop and I will." My voice was barely recognizable. Full of gravel and need.
She sat up to look down at me. Her eyes were dark, and the smile she gave me was wicked. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
"If you stop, I will gut you."
The thread snapped. My cock burst from its sheath, almost dislodging her in its haste. She was so small compared to me, so fragile, but she looked at me like I was exactly what she wanted. Claws and fur and fangs—not a monster, but a protector. Hers.
My claws made quick work of her shirt. Her underwear and pajama bottoms took only a heartbeat more.
"Hey!" She pouted. "I liked that shirt."
"I'll buy you ten more."
I traced the curve of her collarbone with my tongue, watching as goosebumps rose in its wake. I felt her arms tremble where she braced on my chest, so I supported her with a hand under her right breast. She sagged and gave me her weight. I gladly accepted.
My tongue wandered down, over the swell of her other breast, circling and splitting to frame her nipple without touching it. She grunted in frustration.
"Patience."
"Have I ever told you how little patience I have?"
She gasped as I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth. I felt her whole body jerk when I scraped my teeth over the sensitive bud.
"Oh god."
Her fingers dug into my chest, her back arched to give me better access. I switched to the right and lavished it with the same attention while my other hand caressed down her side to rest on her ass cheek.
Her legs fell open, straddling me.
"More. I need more."
My appreciation rumbled against her skin. I leaned back, drinking in the sight of her. She leaned at an angle over me, my hand still supporting her. I could see all of her in the moonlight. The curve of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts, the dark curls between her thighs.
"You're staring."
"You're beautiful."
Her breath caught, then she smiled. "Less staring, more doing."
I didn't need to be told twice.
I lifted her and spun us before settling her on the edge of the bed.
"What..."
She trailed off as I dropped to a crouch and looked up at her from between her legs. "I need to taste you."
The sound she made when my tongue found her clit was the most amazing thing I'd ever heard.
Her thighs spread wider and she leaned back on her hands.
Her head fell back and I teased her, dipping my tongue deep into her cunt, pressing against the spot inside that made her moan, before withdrawing and circling her clit again.
Her chorus of moans broke and I added pressure until she was shaking. Her orgasm built like a wave and when it crested, she called my name.
I worked her through it, wringing every drop of pleasure from her I could. I gentled as the tremors faded. When I sat back, she was flushed and grinning.
"That was nice."
"I'm not done with you, little moth."
"Good."
Her hand wrapped around my cock and tugged.
"I'm not done with you either."
Her fingers dragged up my length, bending each of my spikes and sending bolts of sensation up my spine.
"Your back." I managed to grit out.
"I'll be on top. Lay down."
I don't think I've ever moved faster. She positioned herself above me and I let her see everything. All my longing. My fear that she'd never want me. The wonder that she was there. Choosing me.
She paused with my dick poised at her entrance. "Should you bite me first?"
"Do you want me to?"
She considered for a moment. "Yeah, I think so. Um... where?" Her head swiveled like she was looking for a good spot. "Not my shoulder."
"Of course not." I could tell she was going to debate the placement for far longer than I could wait. Since I could reach her thigh, I leaned up and opened my jaw. Then shut it. "Are you sure?"
"Goddamn it, Quin, if you ask me one more time—"
I sank my teeth into her flesh. Quick and deep.
The taste of her blood burst across my tongue—sweeter than her scent, intoxicating in a way I'd never experienced.
I felt the bond snap into place like a lock finally finding its key.
She sucked in a breath and my teeth released her.
It turned into a moan as I sank her onto my cock.
"Look at me."
Her dazed eyes found mine. I held her gaze as I pushed myself deeper. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as her body stretched to accommodate me, but no pain marred her face.
Blue lights burned into existence, so bright I had to shut my eyes as they surrounded us.
"Quin."
Her voice was full of wonder. I opened my eyes to find the room full of dancing lights. "Beautiful."
She nodded, but I was looking at her, not the lights. She felt like the answer to the question I'd asked myself countless times. What was the point of my existence?
Her.
She was the point. The reason I was made. The reason I endured.
She moved. Slowly at first, her hands roaming my chest. Every gasp and moan she made sent me higher. Her thighs trembled against my sides.
"I need more. Quin, I can't..."
I grabbed her hips and took over. "I've got you." Her moans grew louder as I lifted and dropped, keeping the same pace she'd set.
Her head fell forward. "More."
I obeyed her command. My pace quickened and instinct took over.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
She punctuated each thrust. Her pussy trembled and squeezed and I knew she was close. I adjusted the angle and hit the spot that made her scream.
She shattered, and my own orgasm crashed through me. I roared as I spilled inside her. She cried out again, the pleasure amplifying, fed by the new connection between us.
She collapsed onto my chest, both of us breathing hard, tangled in each other. Around us, the lights continued to dance and weave, dimmed but present.
There was nothing wrong with the bond. No strain. No distortion.
It settled into place like it always knew where it belonged.
"Are you okay?" I winced, expecting her to make good on her threat to gut me if I asked again. Her hand came up to pet my face with trembling fingers.
"If I could lift my head, I'd glare at you."
I could hear the smile in her voice.
"Yes, Quin. I'm okay. Better than okay." I watched her reach out and cup one light.
The visible tether that connected us.
"We're connected," she said, her voice full of wonder.
"Forever," I replied.
I felt her jaw widen with a yawn. "Forever sounds perfect."
I settled her more securely on my chest. "Sleep now."
Exhaustion from the day pulled her into sleep in minutes. She rested peacefully while I watched over her.
She was mine. And I would burn the world to keep her safe.