Page 25 of Little Bite of Bliss

I guided the head of my cock against her and paused for just a moment, savoring the sight of her beneath me. The sun wreathed her wings, catching the frayed edges of the feathers, the tips of her fur.

Before she could growl at me again, I thrust forward, giving her the first couple inches of my cock. She moaned, her hole squeezing around me. The moment her essence touched my skin, that intense feral haze took over again.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Good fucking boy. Go deeper. Give it all to me.”

I tightened my hold on her as I pushed forward, giving her every inch until my pelvis bumped against her ass. My eyes rolled back in my head, sweat rolling down my back as I started to fuck her with every ounce of power I had. Every stroke was rough and needy and she let me take—no, she gave—she gave me the gift of pleasure, allowing me to use her, to fuck her, to breed her. It was a gift and I wasn’t worthy, but she still moaned at my touch and whispered my name as if it were hers and hers alone.

“Yes, yes, yes. Harder.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I licked my lips, my head tossing back as my hips pumped faster. I leaned over her, reaching around and sliding my fingers over her clit.

Leni whined as I circled her, setting a pace similar to my driving hips. It wasn’t long before her claws shredded the blanket beneath us, her cries growing louder and sharper.

“I’m so close,” she mewled.

She shivered as I continued working her clit and pumping my cock into her ass. I was right on the edge too, so close to coming—but I needed to feel her shaking as she orgasmed. I needed to hear her call out my name as she came unraveled.

“Archer,” she whispered.

Her words fell silent, her breath catching in her throat as her muscles coiled, every single one going tense. Leni suddenly cried out, arching as she shook, a wave of pleasure racking her as she came for me.

The moment she stilled beneath me, I pumped into her one more time and came, releasing every drop inside her until it started to drip out.

“Fuck.” I went still, catching my breath as she melted into the blanket, her body stretching out with me on top of her.

Her lips curved into a dreamy smile. “That was perfect.”

“It was,” I chuckled, kissing her cheek. She turned slightly, her lips catching mine, and before I knew it—she’d rolled over and I was straddling her stomach, our mouths locked together. Her tongue was rough against mine, my head spinning as she kissed me until I was breathless.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and we both smiled. I rested my head between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat as the sun bathed us in its warmth.

It hit me that this was going to be my life.

What else could I possibly ever want?

A low growl rumbled between us and I lifted my head, raising a brow. “Was that your stomach?”

“Yes,” she said. “I am famished.”

“Me too,” I said. “I think I should cook us a big meal.”

“I’d like that,” she said.

I kissed the tip of her nose and winked, then slid off her. I glanced up at the island around us, my gaze meeting the exterior of her home up on the cliff.

“Bet I could beat you there,” I teased.

She scoffed. “You? Beat me?”

“Yep,” I teased as I gathered up all our things.

I knew I absolutely could not beat her, but it was still funny to see how quickly she was on her feet, her eyes lit with the challenge.

“What do I get when I beat you?” she asked, her tail flicking behind her.

“A full meal cooked by your submissive,” I laughed.

“I’m already getting that.”