Razov

RAZOV

My beloved woke with a start, sitting bolt upright beside me in bed, her eyes wide and staring. Chest heaving with heavy pants, she whipped her head about, as if seeking to take in every detail of her surroundings at once.

With her return to consciousness, the terror that had gripped me subsided. The claiming was a normal part of Vinduthi life, nothing to fear.

As far as anyone knew, only one other human had made the change. Even a slight risk of harm to Amelia had been enough to make me pray to the Night Mother I didn't believe in.

But now all was well, and the steel band around my chest could finally loosen.

"It's all right, my love."

She turned her beautiful face toward the sound of my voice. I took in the details of the change that had shown themselves already. Her eyes had taken on a bluish tinge, matching the tracery of the Vinduthi mate sigils running down her left arm.

"What…what's going on?"

"It's part of the claiming. You are mine now, now and forever."

She rubbed her eyes. "Is that why everything seems like it's been turned up to eleven? And then someone ripped the knob off?"

I didn't quite understand her human hyperbole, but I got enough of the gist of it to understand she felt overwhelmed by her new sensory input.

"Your senses have been enhanced. It may take time for your brain to adjust to the new levels of sensory input. If you wish, you can wear dark colored glasses and earplugs to help ease the adjustment along, though it will take longer overall."

"No," she said, a smile lighting up her face. "It's not that bad. Just…wow."

Picking up the sheet, she turned it back and forth in her hand, as if studying the weave of the fabric, then with a twitch of her fingers, it tore like tissue.

"What was that?"

"As part of the claiming, I injected you with Vinduthi DNA. Your muscle mass has not changed, but it has become greatly more efficient with regards to tensile strength."

"Say what?"

"You're much stronger and faster than you used to be, though not as much as a full blooded Vinduthi."

"Oh. I could get used to being super strong."

A wicked look came over her face, and suddenly, she pounced on me. I was taken off guard enough that she got me down on my back on the bed. She quickly straddled me, her warm, soft thighs on either side of my hips.

"Got you," she said, putting her hands on my chest and smiling. "Now who's in charge?"

"You are in charge of my heart, my love." My arms wrapped around her waist and she squealed as I lifted her into the air. With a swift move, I dragged her underneath me and pinned her down. "Your every desire commands me."

She struggled, playful and lively, but the outcome was never in doubt. Amelia wound up belly down on the bed. Still she struggled, even when I laid on top of her and snaked an arm under her chin.

"Well, you got me," she teased, grinding her bottom against my rock hard cock. "What are you going to do next?"

I let go of her with my arm, and swiveled my hips around so I leaned my arm over the small of her back. Amelia's gorgeous, rounded bottom quivered as she twisted and writhed beneath me, her aroma perfuming the room. She no longer sought escape, her movements becoming pure sensuality, lost in the moment.

"You have a magnificent ass, Amelia."

"Thanks—oh!"

She cried out when I spanked her. The cry turned to a moan when I ran my fingers through the groove of her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. Her sweet scent wafted into my nostrils.

"You're dripping wet, Amelia."

"Are you sure?" she asked between pants. "I mean, you haven't even checked."

I felt my cock twitch hard. God, but she could drive me crazy like no one else. I stroked my fingers along the outside of her swollen folds as she spasmed, lifting her haunches as much as she could against my grip.

"Yes," I said, holding my glistening fingers in front of my face. "You definitely are quite wet."

I sniffed the aroma of her juices from my fingers as my heart thudded like a drum in my chest. I stuck my fingers in my mouth, once again desperate to taste her nectar.

"Exquisite," I said, sliding the tips of my fingers between her wide open lips, collecting more of the wetness I found there. Amelia groaned beneath me, swiveling her hips in an attempt to make me stroke her more.

I used both hands, fingers and thumbs pinching her swollen outer lips, her pulse throbbing through the plump flesh. Amelia moaned softly as I spread her wide open, exposing her pussy in all of its glory.

"I love the way you smell," I said, inhaling deeply. "Your pussy is perfect, and it's all mine."

"Please," she cried as I continued to stretch and massage her pliant flesh. "I'm on fire, Razov. Don't just tease me."

Her wrists twisted in my grasp. "If you'd let me go, I'd take care of it myself."

I toyed with the idea of letting her do so. Pleasuring herself while I watched had a certain appeal—but not tonight. Not after the claiming. I wanted her to feel the ultimate pleasure, and I wanted to be the catalyst of that pleasure.

"I don't think so," I said and she made a mock petulant noise.

"You're so mean."

"I didn't say you wouldn't get what you want, my heart," I purred.

My fingers slid inside of her warm, wet pinkness and I marveled at the softness, working my fingers in ever deeper.

She moaned, twisting her body as much as she could as I worked three fingers up to the last knuckle into her as Amelia pumped her hips wantonly.

"You're a smoldering wildfire, aren't you?" I hissed through clenched teeth. I longed to thrust my cock into that tight velvet, but I enjoyed the show just too damn much.

"Oh god, I'm so close," she cried.

I worked my fingers, pumping and twisting as she shuddered, her movements more and more frantic.

"Please, Razov," she begged. "I'm going to… I can't…"

And then her body spasmed, her juices coming out in a flood as she shattered against my hand.

Satisfaction ran through me as I watched her bend and gyrate beneath me, her mouth open wide. My love, my mate, wracked with pleasure at my hand.

There was nothing better.

At last, she uncurled herself and settled into a long, satisfied sigh.

"I want more." She turned her head enough to look over her own sigil embossed shoulder at me. The hunger, the desire in her eyes nearly took my breath. "I want you in me."

I could deny her nothing. "Very well, insatiable one. I'll give you my cock."

She gasped eagerly.

"After you earn it, of course."

A devious look came to her eyes.

"What can I do to earn it?" she asked sweetly, grinding her body against me as best she could.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out."

I got off of her, and she struggled up to her knees.

She inched over to me where I sat on the bed, legs hanging over the side. Amelia lay on my lap, pressing her cheek against my rigid, upward pointing cock, her soft lips felt like warm summer rain along my shaft.

Pleasure rocked through me as her tongue darted out and traced the path of a big, throbbing vein, pausing to lick at my flanges on the way to the thick head.

"I knew I lost the moment I looked into your eyes."

Her gaze never left mine as she opened her lips and took me inside of her. I gasped as she swallowed up my member, making it disappear inch by inch. Then she dragged back off, the feel of her mouth against me almost driving me to the brink.

Hands clutching at her shoulders, I tried to move her away, but she was relentless, her power over me complete until I cried out, unable to hold back a moment longer. I came inside of her mouth, but she didn't stop, draining me completely.

"You are amazing," I said, lifting her to nestle in my lap, wrapping my arms around her.

Amazing, beautiful, brave and precious.

All of those things, and still, she was here with me. There weren't enough words to ever express such a miracle.

I kissed her hard and deep, letting my body help say what I couldn't.

"I love you," I whispered into the golden curls of her hair. The words seemed so small against the enormity of my feelings.

"I love you, too," she sighed in my arms, relaxed and limp, until she shot a look filled with mischief at me through her heavy lashes.

"Now, give me what I deserve."

Laughing, I held her tight for a moment. Could I ever understand this woman? Did I want to?

Or could I just enjoy the perfect delight of staying with her, watching her moods unfold, giving her whatever she desired with no expectation on my part other than to love her?

"I will." I pulled back enough that our eyes met. I gave her a somber look as the gravity of our union weighed upon my soul. "You'll get what you deserve each and every day, I swear it in the name of the Night Mother."

She knew I was talking about far more than just fleshy delights. I intended to make every one of her days filled with joy. She had suffered enough for several lifetimes.

Amelia and I kissed, then she moved, straddling me. I clasped her under her sweet, perfect ass, lifting her up enough as she grabbed my cock and moved it into position.

Slowly, working in concert, we lowered her onto my shaft. We both cried out as I entered her. Amelia's fingers dug into my shoulders as she rocked her hips, pulling me deeper into her tight pussy.

It was pure heaven, holding her curvy form in my arms, feeling our bodies slide against each other. We were one now, body and soul.

Amelia was my mate forever. I claimed her, but she had as much as claimed me right back. I was already her prisoner before I even knew it.

I was still a mobster. Still a soldier. Still a killer. But I vowed that I would use all I had to protect her from harm, and give her only days of happiness for the rest of her life.

My thoughts were soon consumed by the approaching storm of pleasure. We ground and sweated together, clawing at one another as the ecstasy took control.

I collapsed back onto the bed and we lay there, panting for air as our sweat mingled and cooled.

"Perfect," I muttered as we drifted off to sleep.