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A wild look enters my lover’s eyes. “Good to know, huntress. Then, I'm going to fill your needy pussy with my spend until you can’t walk anymore. ‘Til it’s spilling out of you and running down your legs in rivers!”
Marvik changes angles again, and without warning I am coming. My channel bears down on Marvik’s cock and I milk him with my release. Marvik comes inside me, filling me, just like he said. I enjoy milking his cock, his hardness staying in me while my climax finishes. It’s a luscious, complete feeling and my Mating Instinct purrs in approval. I collapse onto him and though I know I am not light, he holds us both upright. My head rests on his shoulder, both of us breathing hard, and after a moment, he tilts his head, baring his neck to me.
“Do it, huntress. Claim me.”
“What?” I say, scrambling up. I pull away slightly, but there isn’t much of a place to go as I am trapped between him and the wall. My eyes find his, but he is merely looking at me with a hint of amusement and calm.
“I mean it, huntress,” he says, “I want to be Claimed by you. I want to be yourAsh’kain more than name only.”
“But . . .” I flounder. I know we just did the Exchanging, but this seems so fast.
“Look,” says Marvik, taking my hands. My claws are already sheathed, and he weaves our fingers together in an intimate gesture. “I know we’ve done this all wrong, you and I. We had sex without doing the Exchanging first and it’s not a full moon, so we cannot dothe Speaking, but we are meant to be mates. I love you, Dura, more than I ever thought would be possible. I love your courage and your kindness and your wit. I love your honor and your sense of sacrifice, even though it has placed us in a terrible position right about now.”
I snort at that. “All I did was tell the truth.”
Marvik quirks a small smile. “In the very worst light possible, as you know. But I don’t want to argue about that. I want to be Claimed by you. I want to be together, in a way that cannot be severed. I want to know what goes on in that infuriating head of yours and soothe you when your thoughts are telling you that I don’t want you. Because Ido. I want to stand at our trial and tell everyone that we belong to each other and be telling the truth for all to see. And I want those thingsnow.”
I wrinkle my nose in suspicion, even as I am touched by his words. “Are you just doing this because I am going to be banished in a few days’ time?”
“Weare going to be banished, myAsh’ka. Because wherever you are going, I go too. If you are sent to face the deadly sands, I will come with you. Because I have learned that my life is not worth living if it doesn’t have you in it.”
It is the first time he has called me hisAsh’kaand my heart flutters in my chest. My eyes flick to his neck, to the join of his shoulder, and my fangs practically ache to bite into his delicate human skin.
Fuck it. He’s asking and I don’t want to say no. And if we are headed to theKillikarin a few days’ time, I want all my actions to have been worth it, to go to the Nether justified. I want to be bound to myAsh’kaand him to me. I push against him, and when he lets me go, a bemused look on his face, I order, “Get on the bed.”
He goes to lie down on the cot, obeying me without question, and I shake my head. “No, sit on the edge.”
“I like it when you’re commanding like this,” teases Marvik, doing as I say. When he is positioned on the edge, I straddle his lapand begin to thrum again. Marvik’s cock hardens beneath me and I slowly lower myself onto his length. When I rise up again, it’s slow as well, a deliberate tempo.
MyAsh’kahisses and lets out a low chuckle. “Naughty huntress. You’re killing me with this slow pace.”
“I need you nice and ready,” I tell him, “on the verge of orgasm, but not falling over the precipice. The Mating Bite is painful if it is not done well.”
With a torturously slow pace, I ride his cock, sinuously moving my hips in a rhythm that builds toward climax, but will not take us there right away. I thrum with all my might, needing him to be so sensitized that he walks the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. I need him to be desperate for it.
Marvik suddenly thrusts up with his hips, hitting me hard and deep, and we both groan. But I grab his hair in my hand and yank back on his head so that he is staring up into my eyes.
“No,” I tell him, deliberately slowing my pace even more. “Bad human. I told you, not yet. I need you to come when I bite you.”
“But it feels so good, huntress,” he pants. “I’m almost coming, but I need more pressure. It’s maddening. You’re vibrating all around me and you’re going so slow.”
“Slow like this?” I tease, almost stopping entirely, but still using mysibilance.
Marvik groans. “Evil, evil huntress. I’ll make you pay for this later.”
“I look forward to it,” I say, telling the truth. I enjoy when he punishes me. It usually involves him making me come until I can’t anymore and I love it. The games of pleasure we play with each other are about to get much more intense now that we are fully mated.
Without warning, I speed up my pace, pushing to a brutal rhythm. Marvik shouts in pleasure and I know it is time. Pulling his head to the side, I bite down on the join between his neck andshoulder. I thrum so hard thatIcan feel the vibrations, and then I feel him coming inside me. I get the idea to use my healing to slow the bleeding of his wound and grab his shoulders, letting my magic flow into him. My magic comes easily, rushing to the wound, but I’m startled when my feelings blend with his. I can feel his pleasure, as if it were my own, multiplying my own. Is this a side effect of the mating bond? But, no, I’ve never heard of that before. I stop healing him in my surprise, pulling away my hands, and the connection severs. Using my healing magic while we have sex allows me to feel his pleasure?
“That felt fucking good,” Marvik says, pushing into me with his still hard cock. “Do it again.”
I look at him in surprise. “You felt that too?”
“I did,” he confirms, “and I want to feel it again. Fill me with your magic, huntress. Let us fly together.”
Tentatively, I put my hands on him and let my healing go into him. He thrusts up his hips and we both moan in pleasure; the feeling ricocheting between us, the ecstasy of sex multiplying exponentially as we share it. Soon I am riding him and he’s pushing up into me and we are both going wild with it. We come together with lips and tongues and teeth, kissing and nipping all over our sensitized skin. Marvik’s lips find my nipples and bite lightly on the responsive nubs. An electric shock of pleasure reverberates between us. I pull back on his head and take his lips with mine, all the while riding him with abandon. His hands go to where his lips were, kneading and pinching as our tongues twirl together. I come again and again, and I feel him come too, his seed dripping out of me like he said it would. Finally, I can take no more and I pull my magic back into myself, letting it disperse and collapse onto Marvik, my thrum silencing. He lays back in the cot and his cock slips out of me. His arms are around me and his fingers trace soothing circles onto my skin.
After a long period of silence, I finally say, “My mother nevertold me that healing magic could dothat.”
