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Then I turned my attention to her ass.

The moment I gripped her cheeks and spread her open, her moan turned guttural. I knew just the reward for how well she was obeying my command to stay in this position and let me give her all the pleasure she needed and wanted.

I flicked my tongue against the delicate skin between her cunt and her asshole until she was trembling in my hands, and then I traveled up and twirled it around her little opening. She shrieked into her gag.

For the next several minutes, I licked and swirled and kept her teetering on the precipice of a release, building her pleasure until she was shaking and whimpering. Her nails were digging deeply into the bedding, and I wished they were doing that to my back. I wanted her to fly so high this time that she couldn’t even see the ground from such dizzying heights.

When we’d reached the zenith of what she could bear, I plunged my tongue into her ass as I circled her clit with my fingers and granted her release.

She burst apart so beautifully for me, her back arching, her nectar flowing, and her ass spasming around my tongue. A low, barely human sound came through the fabric in her mouth, and it made my knot ache to be buried inside her.

I dropped little kisses on every little red mark left by my claws, rose on my knees, and pulled her up so we were better aligned.

The moment the head of my lower cock nudged against her cunt, she groaned and rocked against me despite my order to keep still.

Slowly, deliberately, I filled her in one long sustained thrust, feeling her shake as she stretched to take me. Keela cried out and tried to push back to make me go faster, but I wanted to savor every moment of this bliss as much as I wanted to be sure I didn’t hurt her.

She was so tight, so perfect, so wet and welcoming. And watching my upper cock with its thick knot slide along the cleft of her ass, leaving a trail of precum and lubrication on her skin, was almost as good as the sensation of her inner muscles fluttering and spasming around my lower cock.

By the time I was sheathed to the hilt, I was shaking too with the strain of keeping still and the intense rapture of being squeezed along my entire length.

I pressed a kiss to her back and gently tugged the fabric from her mouth. “Good?” I asked.

“So good,” she rasped, her eyes almost feverish with desire that was all for me. “Oh, gods, Jarrix. So good.”

I drew back as slowly as I’d filled her, shuddering with pleasure and ignoring her whimpers and pleas for me to move faster.

When I withdrew completely and began teasing her by slipping my cock head in and out, she started swearing. Her repertoire of curses was astounding but not surprising, given her time serving on various kinds of ships.

“Fuck me,” she demanded finally, her flailing hand finding my thigh so she could give me a vicious pinch. “Jarrix, this is an order from your captain. I need you to be rough. I want to feel you with every step I take for a week.”

Apparently, her willingness to cede control had its limits. Ah well.

When I slammed all the way in without warning, her howl made my balls clench. I hadn’t nearly come so quickly in all my adult life.

I pounded into my mate as she wailed and writhed in my grip, until she came again with a scream of my name. Gods, there was no sweeter sound than that.

“Give me your other cock,” she gasped, reaching back to dig her nails into my thigh. My tail lashed the air at the delicious pain. “I need your knot. I need to be full of you now.”

I slipped my lower cock from her fluttering cunt and plunged my upper cock in.

Her yowl of pleasure made my wings flare wide with a snap—not that I was aware of much besides the way she gripped me. And when she reached down to stroke my lower cock hard in time to my thrusts, my vision tunneled until all I saw was her in front of me, taking me into her perfect body and begging me to fill her until she overflowed.

My balls drew up tight and pleasure built to a towering crescendo, threatening to take me over the cliff into oblivion. I spread her wide and slammed my knot into her beautiful cunt in two powerful thrusts.

Her scream when she came around me was silent at first, then became a strangled cry of “Jarrix…my mate.”

No, that was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

Jarrix…my mate. I took those three words with me into the mindless bliss when I came.

She was coming again—or still coming—strangling my knot to the point of pain as my body emptied itself into her perfect cunt and onto her abdomen and the bed beneath us in great wracking releases that made me collapse forward over her with one hand braced on the bed and my other arm across her middle, holding her back tightly against my chest. I couldn’t bear for there to be anything between us—not even air.

I folded my wings around us while we trembled and gasped. She jerked and sagged in my grip, letting me take her full weight. Her inner walls fluttered and spasmed around my cock and knot, sending another cascade of stars across my vision.

“Good?” I managed to utter.

“Feel this.” Panting, she took my hand and pressed it to her lower abdomen, where I felt a slight bulge. “This is you filling me up like I asked you to.” Shakily, she slid my hand lower to her slick and dripping cunt. “I’m still coming, Jarrix.” She shuddered hard and ground her ass against me, wrenching groans out of both of us. “I’m so very fucking good.”