Chapter 25

With Vavi gone, we finally have my room to ourselves. My father is forced to admit that I’m a grown woman—with grown woman needs—and tells us goodnight with an irritated grumble.

When we’re finally alone, I push the two small beds together into one slightly bigger one, and Jar’kel gets a mischievous grin.

“I haven’t said thank you yet,” he murmurs, plopping me down in a sitting position on the edge. “For saving my ass from that prison cell.”

“You don’t need to,” I say. I’d walk through fire for him. “But I won’t refuse a token of your appreciation.”

Jar’kel chuckles as he kneels down in front of me, hooking his thumbs in the hem of my pants. He pulls them down, sliding them off each leg, kissing my skin as he reveals it. He nudges me between the knees with his good tusk, urging them apart. I scoot forward so he can get even better access to me, and he licks his lips.

“Good,” he says, nipping the inside of my thigh. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your mouth,” I say in a bossy tone. His grin spreads as he reaches between my legs, just brushing his fingers over my sex. He trails them down my lower lips, then plies them apart to rub my sensitive button. He goes easy and slow, the way he always does, getting me ready for him. My troll is no impatient “whelp,” as he would say. No, he has all the time in the world to pleasure me.

But I want him, and I want him now. I tangle my hands in his short, blue hair, pulling him towards me. He laughs outright before burying his face in my pussy, sucking at my clit, ducking his tongue inside me. It’s not enough, though. I want more, and more, and more. I want him always, inside me, around me, showing me all of that soft heart lying underneath his hard surface.

“Please,” I finally whimper when he slides in one finger, and then two, stroking the place he knows drives me wild. I try to keep in my cries as he flicks his tongue back and forth, tormenting me.

“Please what?” he says. “Use your words, Simka.”

“Please put it inside me.” I’m too impatient now after everything that’s happened. I want to be joined with him again, right where I belong.

“Hmm.” Jar’kel sits back on his heels, his hand still sliding in and out of me. “I suppose you did ask nicely. And what kind of mate would I be if I refused you?” Withdrawing his fingers, he sticks them both in his mouth and sucks them thoroughly clean. Then he pushes me down onto the bed and pins me with his body.

Once my shirt’s off, he’s attending to each of my breasts, rolling them in his hands and nibbling my nipples. I buck my hips, annoyed at how long he’s taking, and he laughs at me in that low rumble.

Leaving me splayed in front of him, he removes his own clothes, until my scarred troll with all his sinewy muscle is bared. He takes his cock in hand, stroking it as he gazes down at me, and I gasp just at the sight of him. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to how beautiful he is, how perfectly he was made for me and I was made for him.

He kneels on the bed and places himself between my thighs. I marvel again at the size of that immense, blue cock.

“How does that fit?” I ask, reaching down to take it in my palm and squeeze. He groans under my hand.

“Very well,” he says, his smug smirk pulling up his good tusk. He’s already leaking for me, and I smear it around his wide head before guiding it down to that hot, dripping place where he belongs.

It’s a tight fit, like it always is. I moan and twist as he pulls me open, demanding I stretch for him. My body complies, allowing him to shove himself deep on his first thrust. I can’t hold in my cry, because he feels perfect, so perfect, and I yank his head down by his tusk to kiss him.

“You’re mine,” I tell him.

He groans, pulling almost all the way out just to bury himself deep once again.

“I know,” he says, finding his place inside me. “Just as you are mine.”

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