Chapter 12
Sting
Stars erupt in front of my eyes, surrounding Hyacinth’s face in an angelic, mystical glow.
I could die now and be completely satisfied with my time here on Earth.
This woman is more than anything I’ve ever dreamed of.
Her small, strong hands rest on my chest, one covering my mate mark—our mate mark.
With each thrust, her breath hitches, causing my heart to sputter in delight. Her slick channel holds me so well, pulsing around me, milking me for all I’m worth.
Reaching up with unsteady hands, I tuck her hair behind her ear, then pull her into me so I can suck on her delectable bottom lip. Her breasts brush against me, and my hands become frantic, trying to savor all of her. I can’t contain all the happiness molecules inside me.
“You are beautiful, Princess,” I say in a huff of pleasure.
She groans against my mouth. Pausing us, squeezing her thighs to stop her motion, I make her look me in the eyes.
“I know you don’t want to be called ‘princess,’ but you are.
You deserve all the jewels, all the praise, all the joy that comes with being a princess.
If you want to care for stray animals and roast agave with me, I would be honored.
If you want to work as a vet tech, paint watercolor sunsets, become a cocktail mixologist, I’m happy as long as you’re happy.
As long as you’re in my bed at night. Let me make you my princess. Please.”
On the please, I squeeze tighter. Her mouth drops open in slow-motion, a half-sigh-half-moan escaping those perfect lips. “That’s it,” I say, encouraging her through her second orgasm. “Take your pleasure.”
With that permission granted, she does, grinding her clit hard against me, even as she clenches my cock with enough strength to pull my release from me.
I proudly roar her name as pleasure pumps through me, my mate mark pulsing with heat and pleasure. We are both soon puddles as her arms give out and she splays across me. Our hearts beat in sync against our chests.
“I need an anatomy lesson. What’s hitting my ass?” Hyacinth asks in a pant as she regains cognizance of her surroundings.
“Knot,” I grunt out, realizing I should have warned her. Her eyes, pupils blown, grow even larger as she bites her lip and lets the one word and the sensation against her sweet bottom sink in.
“Ohhhh,” she breathes out, pushing up onto he arms again.
With that split moment action, I know she’s going to roll off me, and that’s okay.
We’ll leave the knot for another experience, another day.
But then she surprises me as she wiggles her ass against my knot, easing herself down onto it, with much more patience than when she sat on my cock.
Helping her with little pulses, she takes me. All of me. And I am now a new man. Once she is situated all the way, I come again, praising her the whole time as she pants through the sensations of my knot pulsing within her.
A mix of aphrodisiac venom and cum have leaked out of her. I dip my fingers in it and paint her breasts, only then to wash them clean with my mouth.
“Sting. It’s too much. You feel too good.” Her words come out with little breaths between them. Is there any higher praise than making my mate feel too good? I’m not sure there is.
“Baby, if you need me to stop, you say the word,” I say as I pet her back, letting her sensitive areas rest.
Hyacinth, sweet flower that she is, who has done nothing but put her sister first, who does nothing but care for other people and animals, finally—finally claims happiness for herself.
Her eyes narrow at me as she licks her lips—that’s enough to drive me wild again—and says, “Don’t you dare stop. I want all of this. All of you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, my tail coming up for a mock salute.
She practically salivates at the sight of my tail.