21. Kaila

Ilay splayed wide on the branch in complete abandon. While my hands continued to stroke his horns, he moved his fingers within me at a slower pace, bringing me back down to this world slowly.

When he pulled them out, my body made a greedy, sucking sound that should make the heat of embarrassment turn me scarlet. But how could I be ashamed of what we’d done? It was sublime. Utterly perfect.

And I wanted him to do it again.

But that was the problem. Again would turn into more, and before I knew it, I’d be agreeing to almost anything as long as he promised never to stop.

I still wasn’t sure where I belonged. At the village or taking on the dangers and uncertainty of a new life by his side.

So I said nothing as he helped me dress, as he tugged me onto his lap and into his arms. His cock was a stiff pole between us, and I itched to cup it, stroke it, to give him even a fraction of the pleasure he’d shown me.

“Sleep,” he said before I could lift his loincloth and begin. “I want to hold you all night. Touch and taste you again if you’ll let me.”

“Yes.” I could only breathe that one word. I was so enthralled by him I couldn’t say no. Was this what it would always be like between us?

The thought scared me when it should thrill me.

Again, I shoved aside my feelings both for him and for what I might want for my future. Here and now was what mattered, and I was going to drink it in and hold it tight for as long as I could.

I drifted to sleep with him rubbing my back. And woke to the long stroke of his hands up and down my back. His cock prodded between us, urgent and thick, and this time, I didn’t hesitate. I lifted his loincloth, letting his cock spring out. A part of me gulped. He was incredibly large. How could something this enormous fit within my body?

But we weren’t going to do that tonight. I couldn’t until I was sure. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us because after that, there would be no turning back.

While I stroked his cock, my fingers barely meeting around it, he watched me.

His purr rumbled in his chest as his sleepy gaze studied my face and my hand before he locked his eyes on mine once more.

My blood simmered, and low heat coiled down from my belly to between my legs once more. Pleasing him made me eager to feel his touch again.

His arms tightened around me. He held me, cherishing me and the simple touch I was giving him. I wanted to give him a taste of what he’d given me hours ago, to spend as much of tonight with him in almost every way, to find out what it would be like to belong to Turren.

When I stroked my thumb across the tip of his cock, gliding it through his wetness, he sucked in a breath.

His eyes smoldered with heat for me alone. What a heady feeling. A warmth that came from knowing that I could do this for him. Be the one he needed tonight.

While still pumping and stroking his cock, I tugged up my skirt, grateful I’d skipped wiggling around to dress in my undergarment as well. He had said we weren’t through for the night. The last thing we needed was a barrier between us. Life was going to throw it up soon enough.

He slid his fingers beneath my blouse, cupping my breasts. He was so warm, so full of life. The heat of him sunk into my bones and simmered, making all of me come alive for the first time ever. Gone were thoughts of the other men I’d been with. None could or would ever compare to this male holding me now.

He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and fingers while I shifted back and forth to bring the rest of my skirt up around my waist. I locked my heels on his hips and tilted back while milking his cock, tugging it up hard to his grunts and groans of bliss.

It had nubs on the sides, and they vibrated. I could only imagine how that would feel if he was thrusting inside me, driving them against my inner walls until all I could feel was him.

“What’s this?” I asked when my hand brushed against something else.

He grinned sleepily, lazily, so full of passion it nearly overwhelmed me. I turned my gaze down, studying the smaller cock thrusting against his abs.

“You have two?” I asked.

“That’s my spur. Your spur when you want it.”

“I don’t know what a spur was.” But oh, yes, did I ever want it. Once, twice. As many times as I could take it.

Danger lay in that direction, but I couldn’t seem to drag my mind away from the world it was picturing. Fantasizing, actually, and all about him.

“When I ride you, my curious mate,” he said, “my spur will find your clit and give it special attention.”

Fates help me. I was drowning in Turren. His words, the feel of his cock thrusting against my hand as his hips rocked us upward, and now the thought of this second cock attending to my clit.

“Watch,” he said, his groan biting out when I touched a particularly sensitive part of his cock.

The second one stretched out, unerringly finding my clit. The tip latched on and began sucking, pumping my clit like I did his cock.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I leaned backward, splaying my body wide to accept everything. May the fates keep his spur on my clit forever.

I melted against him, completely losing track of everything but bucking up against his spur.

“You’re so beautiful. Touch me. Yes, like that. Give in to the pleasure my spur offers. It’s yours. Always. Just like me.”

His hand slipped between us, and he stroked his fingertips through my wetness. His spur continued to pulse against my clit, holding on as if its sole purpose in life was to bring me endless joy.

And maybe it was.

I could have this, take this, claim all of this as my own. I just had to trust . . .

My core started trembling. My entire body was trembling. I moved my hand faster while he groaned and jerked his hips up to meet me.

I was coming apart and for once in my life, I didn’t care if I was scattered across the entire world as long as this male gathered up the pieces and brought me back together.

“I can’t hold out,” he rasped. “I . . .” His words dissolved into groans, and he moved faster. His spur sucked harder, in tune with his cock.

I’d never felt anything like this before.

The warmth in his eyes enfolded me. And when he tugged on my nipples, I shattered.

His hoarse cry rang out as he joined me in this moment of bliss.

That wasn’t the last time we did anything that night. Sometime near dawn, he roused me with soft strokes between my legs. He laid my limp body on the branch and proceeded to eat me again.

I placed my heels on his shoulders and used them as leverage to buck up against his mouth.

And when he was finished, he leaned back, licked his lips and growled. “Again.”

I wokewith the sunrise and watched him sleep. He looked younger now, as if he shed all his cares when he finally let go.

I was glad I could give him pleasure last night, that I could share with him even a bit of what he’d given me.

My limp body coiled around his as if I never wanted to let go. In many ways, I didn’t. Yet, in many ways, the thought of turning my back on the only security I’d ever known still scared me.

We’d reach the village today and then I’d make my decision.

I could only hope it was the right one.