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And she was his perfect heart. His mate.
Holding her to him with one hand wrapped around her neck, his free hand stroked the curve of her breasts, the backs of them stroking over the swollen mound as she suddenly moaned, spread her fingers against his chest and let her little nails bite into his flesh.
As his tongue retreated, hers followed. It licked over his, drew it back to the warmth of her mouth, then drew a savage groan from his chest as she gripped it with her lips and suckled at the taste with delicate greed.
His cock jerked to attention, thick and furiously hard. The feel of her sucking mouth about his tongue struck at the hunger rising inside him.
He wanted her lips around his cock. He wanted her sucking it into the wet heat of her mouth, caressing him, her wicked little tongue lashing at it sensually.
Pulling back from her kiss, Stygian had every intention of silently leading her to the furiously throbbing length of flesh between his thighs. Hell, he would have begged her for the touch. Instead, he stared down at her in shock as her lips went to his chest, her tongue licking over it, swiping at the hardened discs of his nipples before moving lower.
Silken hands stroked, blunt nails rasped across his tough flesh, moving down the clenched muscles of his abs to the painfully hard length of his dick.
“Mate,” he snarled, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base of the heavy erection to hold back the ejaculation of the pre-seminal fluid he knew would spurt to her mouth with the slightest provocation. “Such a sweet, hot mouth.”
He watched, mesmerized, as her lips moved over his stomach, lower, her tongue dipping into the indention of his navel before swiping at the thick head of his cock as it rose a breath below it.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, his lashes lowered, he watched her pink, heated little tongue as it began curling around the heavily engorged crest of his dick.
Her lashes lifted, staring up at him, her face flushed, lips parted as she began to relish each lick and taste of his erection.
“That’s my sweet love,” he growled, his fingers clenching in her hair as her lips parted further, then with a snarl, his hips lifted with a jerk as her mouth suddenly surrounded the flared tip.
And she sucked down the engorged crest until her mouth was filled with the throbbing head.
Her tongue lashed at it, stroking over the ultrasensitive flesh as another primal growl tore past his throat. His jaw felt locked from the tension, the glands beneath his tongue throbbing, so filled with the mating hormone again that it was a near agony.
His cock pulsed, the shaft flexing as the pre-seminal fluid threatened to spurt past his control. The heated warmth of her mouth was the trigger, just as the slick heat of her pussy would have been.
With each draw of her mouth he could feel, scent her arousal building. It was as though his refusal to allow the retreat of her emotions had thrown her deeper, harder into her own hunger.
Was this what she fought to reject?
The physical hunger was more than the need for sex in a mating. It was a bonding. There was no hiding from a Breed mate, no faking pleasure or orgasm. There was a pleasure that sank clear to the soul and opened emotions that were often much feared.
Her mouth worked over his cock head, suckling, licking it, moaning as a small spurt of pre-cum escaped his control. The taste of it against her tongue did as she had heard, as rumor had suggested. The hormone in that fluid was more potent, richer, hotter than any his tongue could possess. It was an instant aphrodisiac.
Sensuality seemed to stretch through her body, turning her into a glistening, fiery temptress. Her gaze became more languorous, pleasure suffused her expression, and as he watched, he swore he sensed the woman she hid within her begin to emerge.
Hunger and heat, emotion and need. It began to clash and coalesce inside her. Her hands stroked down his thighs to his hips and back. She sucked at his dick as though it were a favorite treat, one she feared she’d be denied in the future.
And he was preparing to deny them both, because he didn’t dare allow himself to come in her mouth. He had to be inside her, filling her.
“No more.” He was within seconds of filling her mouth, a release that would do little to ease the fury of hunger beginning to rage through her after that small release of pre-cum.
“No.” Of course she would have to protest as he drew her from him.
Moving to lay her back, surprise filled him as she instead straddled his hips, one small hand curving around the side of his cock.
“Let me have you now.” She groaned. “Let me take you, Stygian.”
The wet heat of her pussy caressed the tip of his cock, burning him with the pure, sweet fire of he
r hunger.
As she tucked the engorged head at the entrance, Stygian felt the first blast of the easing qualities of the fluid jetting inside her.
Without it, the thick width of his cock would have only hurt her, the knot that would extend inside her, locking him to her as his semen spurted to the heated depths of her womb, would have been pain rather than pleasure.
