Chapter 40

chapter 40

CEPHARIUS

"Take your belt off!" Elle declared, before beginning to work on it herself, undoing the knot that held it with her nimble fingers.

My mate was the bravest woman I'd ever met.

That didn't mean I wasn't going to be gentle with her though, however.

I wrapped two of my lower-arms around her legs and knees, pulling her open as my belt floated away. For all that she could breathe the substance we were immersed in now, so could I, and I'd been scenting her in it since we'd gotten her out of her suit. Between that and the taste of her, beneath all my suckers—she was driving me wild, and she didn't even know it.

I placed a hand behind her head and did my best to kiss her as she had shown me, moving my lips against hers, and then trailing them lower, kissing the space beneath her chin, and down her neck. I felt her shiver at my touch, as I sent the little tendrils along my chin seeking, until I'd almost reached her chest, and then she froze.

"Little pearl?" I asked along our 'qa—and felt her pull up and investigate old thoughts and feelings, before putting them away .

"Keep going," she whispered back.

I did. I had my lower-arms release her, and I pulled her up, so that I could keep kissing her, across her scars—making sure to kiss each of these carefully, because they had kept her safe for me—then trailing my lips down the bottom of her ribs and her stomach, coming ever closer to her sweet, sweet space.

I hefted her up with a final lift, and she squealed but wrapped her legs around my neck, letting me move my lips against her softest flesh.

I felt her gasp and sigh above me, relaxing, as the tentacles on my face told me what I could taste—she was creating her own fluids now.

Her breeding hole was ready.

"Do you like that?" I asked her on the 'qa, even though I already knew the answer.

She didn't use words, she just radiated pleasure.

"Good," I thought, taking a final deep inhale, swallowing her taste, before pulling her back down. "Then I think you will like this, even better," I said, inverting one of my lower-arms to rub her with my suckers.

Her eyes snapped open with surprise. "Ceph!" And then she bit her lower lip. "Oh, you're right, that's good." She put her hands on my shoulders. "It's—" she said, fluttering her hips against me, then slowly letting me hold her in place, as I wrapped her legs open again. "I like that."

"As do I."

My suckers enjoyed tasting her; her essence was all around me in the water now, and I liked feeling her twitch as her little muscles began to bunch with hungry need.

"Oh, Ceph." She reached between her legs to still the lower-arm she rode upon. "Just—let me," she whined, rubbing hard at her own pace, and then crying out on the 'qa, her head tossed back, her legs kicking. Her hips battered against me, until she finally sagged—looking down for the first time and spotting my pumping arm.