36. Morelle

36

MORELLE

B randon slid further down Morelle's body, kissing her sternum, her abdomen, and then the top of her mound.

"You know one of the things I love about you?"

She lifted her head off the pillow to look at him. "The way I taste?"

He was obsessed with what he called her nectar, licking his fingers clean every time after he'd had them inside of her, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.

Brandon chuckled. "Yes, that's one. But I also love that your stamina can match mine. I've never had that before."

It took her a moment to process what he'd meant, and when she realized he'd been referring to his countless human lovers, it was like a bucket of cold water on the embers of her desire.

How could he have mentioned his prior encounters while his mouth was hovering above her entrance, and they were about to make love for the first time?

"Please, don't ever mention your former lovers to me."

He blanched, and the smile slid off his face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Can you forgive me?" He made a pouty face.

How could she stay angry at him when he was so adorable? Besides, she'd done that first, mentioning his prior paramours at the start of their lovemaking.

Somehow, though, it was worse when he did it.

"You're forgiven." She waved a hand. "Carry on."

Brandon laughed. "Yes, Your Majesty. Your obedient servant is at your service." He gave her a long lick starting from the top of her slit all the way to the bottom.

Smiling and moaning at the same time, she closed her eyes, lay back, and gave herself over to the pleasure. Perhaps Brandon was right, and orgasming twice before the main act would make it pleasurable instead of painful. He was the experienced one between them, and she had to trust him.

Using his thumbs, he spread her wide and lapped at her gently at first, just a few soft up-and-down swipes, then penetrated her with his tongue, slowly thrusting in and out .

It felt so good, and her hips churned under him uncontrollably.

He put his hands on her belly, pressing her down as he went deeper, thrusting with his tongue the same way he was soon about to thrust with his shaft.

The thought was both scary and exhilarating.

Keeping her pinned down, he licked the top of her slit where she was most sensitive and then penetrated her with one thick finger, then two, and then three, stretching her, preparing her for his much larger erection.

Pumping in and out of her with those thick fingers, he added a twist to his thrusts, stretching her even wider, and as he touched a magical spot inside her and closed his lips over her throbbing nub, she erupted.

He kept licking and sucking and pumping until the last of her quakes subsided, and when he withdrew his fingers, a stream of wetness followed, running down her inner thighs.

It was time.

"I need you." She threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled him up.

Gripping himself, he guided his shaft to her entrance.

"Relax," he whispered as she tensed under him. He rubbed his erection against her wet folds, gathering her moisture and coating it with her juices. "You are half goddess and half Kra-ell. The stories you heard from former humans don't apply to you."

Was he right about that?

The priestess had never mentioned the first time being painful or uncomfortable for the female, but given that she had been teaching her and Ell-rom at the same time, she might have glossed over the details. Besides, everything about Kra-ell coupling was savage and meant to cause pain, so mentioning that the first time was even more traumatic might have seemed superfluous to her.

Then he pushed, wedging just the tip of the broad head inside, and halted.

Despite all the prep, the stretch burned, and Morelle felt tears gather at the corners of her eyes, not because it hurt but because her dream of this being a perfectly wonderful experience wasn't coming true.

Refusing to surrender to the momentary ennui, she wrapped her arms around Brandon's broad back and concentrated on all the other sensations. The way his body felt good on top of hers, his hard chest pressing on her soft breasts, and his cheek pressed against hers.

In mere seconds, the burning subsided, and the emptiness inside her demanded to be filled. She moved, taking in another fraction of his length, and it hurt, but it was also pleasurable in a strange way .

"A little more," she whispered, bracing against the pain and willing her body to accept the intrusion.

As he lifted his head to look at her, his expression was tormented. "You have tears in your eyes."

"It hurts a little, but it also feels good, and in a moment, it will feel much better."

"Are you sure? We can stop. We don't have to finish it tonight."

She dug her fingers into the tight muscles of his buttocks. "Just go slow."

He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, and when he kissed her, her own taste on his tongue was incredibly erotic. He kept kissing her until the pain ebbed, turning from a burning sensation into a dull echo of an ache.

Brandon didn't move. Holding still above her, he brought his finger to her mouth and pushed it inside, and when she sucked on it, she remembered doing the same to his shaft, and it was so arousing that the pain dissipated.

He pulled his finger out of her mouth and brought it down between their bodies, pressing it to her clit and gently rubbing it as he pushed another inch inside.

He stilled and looked into her eyes. "Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"I can bite you now, and it will ease the pain. Do you want me to do that? "

Was he offering that now?

Not that she would have agreed, even if he had asked her ahead of time.

Morelle didn't want to miss out on her first time with her mate only because it was a little uncomfortable and didn't meet her expectations of perfection. She wanted to remember every moment of it, including the imperfect ones.

"No. I want the whole experience. No cheating."

A smile bloomed on his face. "I thought you would say that, but I had to make sure."

He kissed her again, deeply, passionately, and as she melted into the kiss, he drew back and, with one forceful thrust, plunged all the way in.

For a split second, the pain was almost blinding in its intensity, and Morelle cried out, but then the pain was gone, and only a stretching sensation remained.

They were finally joined, and it felt incredible.

"Are you okay?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes. Just give me a moment."

She counted to ten in her head, and when she reached the last digit, the discomfort was gone, replaced by an almost frantic need to have him move inside of her.

She wrapped her arms around him and bucked up slightly, letting him know that she was ready.

He lifted his head and looked at her, and when he was satisfied that she was fine, he withdrew and thrust again, and this time, there was no pain, only pleasure.

She moaned and lifted her hips to meet the next thrust and the next, and the one after that.

"It feels so good," she murmured in his ear, giving him permission to let go.

Her words snapped Brandon's restraint, and he turned rougher. Grabbing her bottom in both hands, he lifted her and held her in place as he drove harder and deeper with every stroke.

It was glorious, and soon she was racing toward another climax.

When she screamed his name, he hissed and clamped his hand over her head, twisting it sideways. He swiped his tongue over the spot he was about to bite, and he struck, sinking his fangs into her flesh.

She didn't even feel the incisions, and as the venom hit her body, she climaxed again and again, and then she soared.