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“You see it as causing me pain and yet I see it as freeing me of the pain I’ve felt since I was raped. If you bite me, I will never have to worry about any other male? You will promise to cherish me? You would never hurt me?”
“No, never.” His vehemence is all I need to know he speaks the truth. Bringing one hand up, I cup his cheek so that I can tilt his gaze down to mine.
“Feeling a small prick of pain is worth the prize at the end. You will have inner peace and I will have a mate to cherish me. I’ve always had a hard time letting others take care of me, but with you it feels right.” His tongue flicks out to lick my cheek, tasting my skin. It leaves a trail of fire in its wake.
“I do not deserve you. If it takes my whole life, I will spend every waking moment trying to convey how much I feel for you. Even then it won’t be enough.” He murmurs, continuing to lick down my face to my neck. Tilting my head back to give him access, I mutter disagreement.
“No Ragnar. I do not deserve you; you are amazing.” He pulls back, disbelief flaring across his face.
“I plan to spend the rest of my life proving you wrong.” It is worded like a threat but is a promise of forever.
Chapter Nineteen
*Reggie*
There is something to be said about alien tongues. Ragnar’s feels slightly textured and insanely warm as it glides down my neck. When it reaches my t-shirt, he lifts a claw and shreds it down the front, baring me to his eyes. Bras are hard to come by and I haven’t had one for a few months, not since my last one broke. I lamented the loss, but now? The way his eyes heat as he stares at me makes it worth it.
“Beautiful. What are these called?” He asks, running a clawed finger between my breasts. It feels sublime, his cold claw against my heated skin.
“Breasts, boobs. Chesticles. Whatever works for you.” I grit out on a moan as he drags his claw across one of my nipples. The sensation is so strong my back rises from the sofa in an arch, pushing my breasts into his cool palms.
“Breasts. I believe I like them. So soft.” He murmurs hotly, his tongue now following the trail his claw leaves, a raised red mark bright against my pale flesh. The first flick of it against my nipple rips a filthy moan from my throat. He grins before doing it again, curling the long length of it around each nipple before licking his way to the other. My moans of pleasure are a language that needs no translation.
By the time his tongue trails down my belly to the waistband of my leggings, I am ready to melt into a puddle right there. When he pulls back, I want to scream my denial. Instead, I squeak in alarm when he hoists me up into his arms with no warning. He grins down at me as he takes me to the bedroom. It's like our conversations killed any reservations that he might have held. Now he is confident, it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Reverently, he lowers me onto the blanket, his eyes drinking in every inch of my exposed skin. My legging meet the same fate as my shirt, ripped from me with his deft claws. My gun belt is removed with more care before being discarded as well. A prickle of self-consciousness makes me squirm on the bed, bared before him for the first time. What if he thinks I am ugly compared to females of his own kind?
Something hot and heavy hits my thigh, distracting me from my disastrous line of thinking. Shifting so I can look down, I nearly choke when I see his shaft has extruded. It is long, purple and covered with scales just like the rest of him. The scales of his shaft feel like velvet against my thigh, a softer texture than those covering the rest of him. A row of ridged bumps starts at the base and end beneath the mushroomed tip, sending goosebumps all over at the thought of how it will feel inside of me.
My breath catches in my throat when the head splits into two, revealing a smaller head nestled between them. It grows before my very eyes, the split lengthening until his entire cock splits into three parts. Two side shafts and one smaller middle shaft. They move independently of each other, twisting until they are almost braided.
“I am not human.” Ragnar murmurs and I look away, guilty that I was caught staring. Something in his voice catches my attention and I look up to see a tinge of sadness on his face. My earlier self-consciousness hit me hard, what if he feels the same?
Rising up on my elbows, I place a kiss to his snout, peppering them all over his face before I can switch our positions. He takes a little coaxing to fall back against the bed, letting me rise over him.
“No you aren’t and I fucking love that about you. Your dick is gorgeous, but it is different. I was simply not sure how it would fit inside of me.” I tease, not entirely lying, slightly intimidated by the sheer size of it. To distract him, I trail my hands down his chest, admiring each dip and divot of his muscular frame, his scales cool against my overly heated flesh.
Shifting, I wiggle until his cock is nestled against my clit, the feel of it wild, but in a good way. Each of his shafts wriggle, adding a friction that feels sublime against me. My pussy throbs, soaking his cock in slick as I tentatively slide back and forth. A groan of ecstasy escapes us both, the sensations overwhelming with how good it feels.
Something flicks against my clit, once, twice, leaving me panting. Looking to where we are pressed together, I see his cocks spreading out, each one moving in tandem against me. Two big, clawed hands grab my hips, pulling me down against him.
Sensations wash through me, each more overwhelming than the last. “Fuck.” I pant out, letting him set the pace. It is hot, scalding. My skin feels flushed, each spark of pleasure spreading through my body until it feels like every nerve ending is on fire. I can’t look away, mesmerized and sensitized by the sight of our bodies meshed together. So different and yet so beautiful when paired together.
One of his cocks hits my clit at just the right angle as another teases at my entrance. The dual stimulation tips me over the edge and I come so hard I see stars, drenching his cocks in my slick. A growl of appreciation escapes him.
“You smell so good!” He snarls out. One moment I am poised over his hips and the next I am sitting over his face. His snout is opened wide, my tender flesh poised against his fangs. It is a heady rush of fear and pleasure which only intensifies when his tongue shoots out to lick at my folds, from clit to core.
A scream rips out of me, echoing around us as I am assaulted by pleasure. He gives me no time to adjust, holding me tight to his snout with little effort as his mouth brings me to completion, once, twice, three times. My words tumble out of me incomprehensibly, a jumbled mass of pleading and begging. Begging him to stop, begging him to keep going.
After the fourth climax, he releases me so that I can collapse at his side. His snout gleams in the low light, coated obscenely in my juices. The tip of his tongue darts out to clean his lips, a murmur of pleasure escaping him.
“I will never tire of tasting your sweet nectar.” He grumbles, his voice growly with the influence of his beast. His cocks twitch against my side in agreement.
“Damn.” Is all I can manage, thoroughly ravished. My breathing rushes in and out in gasping pants as I try to recover. In an instant Ragnar is looming over me, worry written on his beautiful face.
“Regreee? Are you alright?” He asks, scanning me for any panic or pain. Love swells within me and I can’t help but run my hands all over his magnificent chest.
“I’m amazing. You are amazing.” I mutter, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes with the rush of emotions. It is a weird mix of pleasure, relief and worry. Worry that I will ruin this for him because of my demons and his constant need to make sure that I am alright. His expression softens and he smiles before moving over me.
