20. Turren

“All day long, I’ve ached to be with you like this,” I growled against her wet folds. I pumped my fingers deeper within her. “Touch you like this again. Taste you. If I could feast on you, I’d never need food or water again.”

She sucked in her breath, but she didn’t snarl or try to back away. She relaxed into my touch; her hands tentatively reached down to stroke my horns. “I’ve never had anyone do . . . this before. I’m not sure how it will feel.”

“Let me show you.” While still moving my fingers within her, I licked from her entrance to her clit with jerky snarls erupting from my throat. I was greedy, and she tasted sweet, like sunshine. Warmth. Need. I’d never get enough.

I found her clit and licked it in long swaths, dragging my tongue back and forth across it while it tightened and thickened, shouting out her arousal. She gasped and latched onto my horns. Shockwaves blasted from my sensitive horns to my cock, and it stiffened even further. It ached. I ached. I’d do anything to be able to love her like this every day. To claim her fully even if only once.

“I’m a starving male,” I growled as I continued to love her clit, a part of her as exquisite as the rest. She was exquisite, so plump and lush. She was made for me. My cock, my mouth, and my soul. “Give everything to me.”

She was lost, her head thrashing on the branch, her hands alternating between tugging on my horns and pushing down to keep my mouth on her body.

Her thighs clenched my head, and she writhed, arching up to meet my fingers, the strokes of my tongue on her clit.

Her cries rang out, sending pleasure to my very soul. I was going to eat her like this all through the night, drinking from her while bringing her to one peak after another. If all I had was now, I’d make it last as long as I could. I’d make sure by morning she knew she was mine.

My pendant blazed, lighting up the wetness between my pretty mate’s legs, her swollen flesh, and the way her body took my fingers so well. I added more, feeling the stretch followed by the give as she surrendered.

Her keening cry rang out, startling the world around us, similar to prey being devoured by a predator. My chest rumbled with my growl, and I slowed my fingers, coiling them, twisting them, stretching them. Her inner walls trembled, and her clit tightened. She’d give me what I craved most very soon, her endless pleasure, and I was going to drink it down. Swallow all of her whole.

When she came, she did it so beautifully, my eyes stung. I wasn’t a male who cried. I hadn’t done so for many years.

Yet I did now as my mate gave into bliss.

And when her eyes locked on mine, I could see a future there for us both.

I prayed to the fates it would come true.