Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Xnaurl

Zana's lush curves tantalize me as I lay her out on the table before me, a succulent feast for the senses. Her golden-brown skin glows in the dim light, more alluring than any delicacy adorning the table. I'm consumed by the need to make her mine, to claim her as my mate in body and soul.

"X, what are you—" she starts to say, but her words cut off in a sharp gasp as I palm her full breasts, kneading the soft flesh. I duck my head to capture one dusky nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud.

I'm too impatient to bother removing all her clothes. With a quick tug, I bare her from the waist down, exposing the glistening folds at the apex of her thighs. The musky scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, making my mouth water. I have to taste her. Now.

Spreading her legs, I bury my face between her thighs, lapping at her sweet nectar. This is what I've been craving all night long.

Zana arches off the table with a keening cry. "Oh god, X, yes!" Her fingers tangle in my hair as I lick and suckle her sensitive flesh, committing every gasp and moan to memory.

I slip one finger into her tight channel, pumping slowly, then add a second. Her slick walls clench around me as I stroke her from within. I can't get enough of her addictive flavor, her intoxicating responses to my touch. In this moment, pleasing her is my sole focus.

My beautiful mate. My Zana. I will spend eternity worshipping her body if she'll let me. Every inch of her lush curves and silken skin is a revelation to be savored and explored. I curl my fingers, finding that sensitive spot that makes her thrash and buck beneath me.

"Please, I need—" she begs brokenly, lost to the pleasure I'm giving her.

I know exactly what she needs. Lifting my head, I growl possessively. "You're mine, Zana. Only mine."

Then I lower my mouth back to her dripping sex, determined to make her shatter in my arms, again and again. I'll prove I'm the only one who can satisfy her, in all ways. My mate. Forever.

When her slick is coating my fingers and dripping down my chin, I finally relent. Sitting back on my haunches, I drink in the erotic sight of Zana splayed out before me —cheeks flushed, breasts heaving, thighs quivering. I've never seen anything more breathtaking.

Wrapping my hands around her hips, I lift her effortlessly, positioning the tip of my rigid cock at her soaked entrance. "I'll go slow," I rasp. "Tell me if it's too much."

Then, with excruciating restraint, I begin to lower her, impaling her inch by delicious inch on my thick shaft. Zana lets out a guttural moan, hands flying up to clutch my shoulders. "Oh fuck, X...you're so big..."

Her scorching heat engulfs me as I sink deeper, stretching her, claiming her. It takes every ounce of control not to slam into her, to let the beast take over. But hurting Zana is the last thing I want.

"That's it, baby," I encourage through clenched teeth. "Take all of me. You're doing so good."

Finally, I'm buried to the hilt, her plush rear nestled against my groin. I flex my hips slightly and she cries out, nails digging into my biceps. "Don't move! Just...give me a second..."

I nod, fighting the urge to thrust, to conquer. Her tight muscles ripple and clench around my cock, testing my willpower. Leaning down, I scatter tender kisses across her face. "You feel incredible. Like you were made for me."

Her eyes flutter open, hazy with desire, and a slow smile curves her kiss-swollen lips. "I think maybe I was," she whispers.

Possession and adoration storm through me. Capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, I start to move —slow rolls of my hips that drag my heavy cock along her clenching walls. Zana whimpers into the kiss, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist.

I set a steady rhythm, stoking the flames higher with each deep stroke. My heartbeat pounds in my ears and my skin prickles with heat. The need to mark her, claim her, fills my mind with static.

Zana tears her mouth away, head tipping back as she moans. "More, X...harder...I'm so close!"

Snarling, I hitch her legs over my elbows, changing the angle so I can pound into her, my swollen knot catching on her entrance with every slam of my hips. The couch creaks ominously but I'm too far gone to care.

"Come on my cock," I command gruffly. "Let me feel you come apart for me, baby."

As if obeying my order, her pussy spasms wildly, locking down on my shaft as she wails my name. The rippling pressure catapults me over the edge and I throw my head back with a roar, driving into her one last time as my knot expands, locking us together.

Scalding jets of my release paint her fluttering walls and she shudders through a second peak, milking my cock for every drop. I collapse over her, catching my weight on my forearms, and bury my face in the sweat-dampened curls at her neck. I'm lost in a god of bliss and satisfaction.

Mate . My perfect mate.

Zana hums contentedly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. For a long moment, we just breathe each other in, pulses gradually slowing.

Then she shifts slightly and gasps. "X, you're still hard..."

I smirk against her skin. "Perks of being an orc. I can keep this up all night."

She laughs breathlessly. "Promises, promises."

Pushing up on my hands, I flash her a wolfish grin, flexing my hips so my still-rigid cock nudges even deeper. Her eyelids flutter and she bites her lip.

"Oh, I always keep my promises. You'll see. Hold onto the back of the couch," I instruct her, my voice low and urgent with need.

Zana obliges, her tan fingers gripping the plush fabric tightly. My green hands clasp her curvy hips as I position myself behind her luscious backside.

I drive my thick, hard length into her slick folds, groaning at the exquisite feeling of her warmth enveloping me fully. She lets out a shaky moan. "X, oh gods, you feel so good..."

I start thrusting faster, harder, spurred on by her breathy words. My knot swells, and I want to push myself inside of her, locking us together. But no, not yet. Not until she agrees with my mating cuffs on her.

I can't get enough of her—the scent of her arousal, the sounds of her pleasure, the silky heat of her core gripping me so perfectly. It's like she was made just for me.

I reach around to tease her sensitive nub as I pound into her, and she cries out, her inner muscles fluttering around my shaft. "That's it, my sweet," I growl. "Come for me."

I feel her start to tremble and clench. Just as she's about to reach her peak, I suddenly pull out and flip her around to face me. I need to watch her fall apart, need to see the ecstasy on her beautiful face as I make her mine.

"X!" she gasps in surprise, but immediately wraps her arms and legs around me as I plunge back inside her. I capture her full lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling feverishly.

One hand fondles her pert breast while the other rubs tight circles on her clit. I nip at her lower lip before trailing openmouthed kisses down her graceful neck. When I reach her ankle, I give it a sharp bite, marking her as my own.

That does it. "Xnaurl!" Zana screams, her release crashing over her. The way she clenches and pulses around me has me seeing stars. With a roar, I explode inside her, pumping her full of my seed as I join her in bliss.

We stay entwined like this for several minutes, panting and catching our breath. Reluctantly, I pull out and reach for one of the nearby towels, cleaning us both up before discarding it in the fireplace.

"Well, that was?—"

"Great?" I suggest, knowing by now what she's like when she's at a loss for words.

"Whatever," she shoots back, her cheeks flushing prettily. "Anyway, this is not exactly how I envisioned my night going."

"Me neither," I admit, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "But I'm not complaining."

We spend the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies. We make use of every inch of the living room, including the fireplace mantel and the overstuffed couch. We feed each other bits of food from our forgotten snack cart, and our laughter fills the room, mingling with our moans and gasps of pleasure.

By the time the sun starts to rise, we're both spent, our bodies pressed together on the plush rug in front of the dying fire, a tangle of limbs and discarded clothes.

"So, that was great," Zana says sleepily, her head resting on my chest as we stare up at the ceiling.

I grin, snuggling her close. "Great," I manage to say, squeezing her tightly. "Great indeed."