43. Vameer
Vameer
My mate’s slit pulses around my cock.
She’s so snug.
So hot.
My perfect fit.
I rock against her.
I inhale the chocolatey scent of the slickness covering my dick.
And I lose myself.
I lose control.
I fuck my mate.
I rut into her.
Over her.
The ground below the building shakes as my gravito crackles with elation.
My tongue twists around hers.
Her blunt teeth drag against my lower lip.
The wet noises of our bodies moving together are barely audible over the sound of Rune’s blood roaring through her veins.
Her feet press into my ass.
Her back arches.
My Little Human tries to take me deeper.
But I’m all the way in.
She has taken me.
Pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
We break our kiss.
Gravito blows through the room.
Rune tips her head to the side.
I tip my head to the other.
And we move as one.
My fangs sink into her flesh, where her neck meets her shoulder.
And Rune’s human teeth pierce my skin in a matching spot.
It shouldn’t be possible.
It—
My heart stops.
We both freeze.
Her heart has stopped too.
As one.
Liquid chocolate coats my tongue. And I slide my arms under Rune’s back, hugging her to me.
My mate hugs me back.
Bliss coats our bond.
There is no fear. No panic.
I hold her tighter as I swallow.
Rune’s core clenches around me.
And then our heartbeat returns at a gallop.
My ribs ache with the force of it. With the strength of us.
Gravito pulses through the room.
Rune sucks on my neck.
And when she moans, swallowing a mouthful of my blood, I am thrown past the point of no return.