29. Kaila
“Whatever you please.”
He lay splayed on the ground before me, and I drank in the sight. He was beautiful, so perfectly sculpted by the fates themselves.
I couldn’t resist touching him.
I stroked his chest, thrilled by the play of muscles beneath my touch. But his cock was waiting, and I couldn’t wait to see what it was like to be with a male in such a way. Sliding my hands down his body, I paused to tease my fingertips across the sharp cords of his belly. His golden green skin twitched beneath my touch, and his lips curled up around one of his tusks. He’d closed his eyes to savor every moment.
There wasn’t any part of him I loved more than another, but when I got to his cock, I sat back on my heels for a moment to just stare at it. It wasn’t a work of art like him or this meadow. It was too big and too thick, corded and with veins, plus the irregular nubs along the surface. But it had a beauty of its own that stunned me.
When I wrapped my hand around it, his groan ripped out.
“Kaila,” he breathed, his voice low and husky. “You . . .”
“Tell me what feels good.” I used his words, but I needed to know. I hadn’t touched a man like this before; I’d never wanted to. Now I couldn’t resist. If he didn’t enjoy it, I wanted to learn what brought him pleasure and then do it for him.
That was love for you. I’d sacrifice anything just to make sure he was happy, to bask in his smile and feel the stroke of his fingers across my brow.
“Keep touching me. Stroking me,” he growled. “Like that.”
I slid my fingers all the way up his length, squeezing gently. When I reached the top, I couldn’t resist touching the wetness I found there.
His hips jerked up, and he hissed. “Yes, like that, mate. My wonderful, amazing mate.”
“I’ve just gotten started,” I said with a smile, feeling emboldened to try more. Leaning down close, I ran my tongue across the tip.
His eyes snapped open, and they literally smoldered. “You . . .” His words dissolved when I sucked him into my mouth.
He tasted salty and sweet all at the same time, so amazing I wanted to keep sucking and drinking from him for hours.
I wanted him to fall apart like I’d done for him. His joy and his body were mine, and I was going to claim them. Only after that would I demand he give me this cock in every way possible.
As I ran my mouth up and down his cock, flicking my tongue across the tip to suck down his juices, my core throbbed. I clenched my thighs together, trying to hold myself back, because I was worried I’d come purely from bringing him pleasure.
His smaller cock—his spur—thrust up behind his bigger cock, and when I teased my fingers down it while still sucking on the other, he bellowed.
I lifted my mouth only long enough to speak. “Good?”
His feral gaze locked on mine, and I suspected it wouldn’t be long before he was plunging himself inside me.
When I licked his cock again and squeezed his spur, he bolted upright, grasped my shoulders and dragged me up his body claim my mouth with his. I tasted him as well as myself, something that should give me pause, but there was something arousing about the mix of us both.
He’d brought me to complete joy twice. I wasn’t sure anything could get better than this.
But when he lowered me to my hands and knees and moved around behind me, I suspected I was going to find out.
“You, mate,” he rasped, clutching my hips. “You . . .”
I grinned, my face pressed into the purple plants, drinking in their scent while he rubbed the head of his cock back and forth, coating it in my wetness.
I was out of control, gasping and pressing back against his cock, needing to feel it driving within me. Heat flew across my skin. Whimpering, I rocked back, breaking free of his hands to meet each of the glides of his cock across my flesh.
“Hold on, my needy mate,” he said, humor bubbling in his voice. He gripped my hips again, bracing my body with his big orc hands, then placed the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Yes, yes,” I hissed.
A jerk of his hips, and he drove the head of his cock inside me.
I cried out. It felt so good. So big, and the stretch . . . I wasn’t sure I could bear the sting but when he pulled out and pressed back within me again, I knew I would. I had to. If he stopped now, I was going to shriek and beg him to finish, to plunge everything he had inside me.
Leaning over me, he rocked his hips, pulling out and pushing back in, each drive sinking his rod deeper.
Until I could feel everything, so long and thick and filling me completely.
“Mate,” he growled in my ear. “Mate.”
When something—yes, his spur—latched onto my clit, I nearly came in an instant. But I wanted more, so much more. I made my heat back down, go away until I was ready.
He started moving, pumping slowly, exquisitely inside me, to the point it was so beautiful I wanted to cry.
But I was a needy thing, and I needed heavy thrusts to complete me.
“Faster,” I cried.
His low laugh rang out. “You’re my precious mate, my needy mate. I have everything you’re craving.” He did, and he gave it to me, hitching his hips back before jerking them forward again, driving that glorious cock all the way to the hilt while his smaller one brought my clit to a fever pitch.
Pleasure erupted inside me, coursing through my veins like living flames. I cried out and moved back to meet his thrusts, my body driving high. I was going to fall apart from the beauty of this moment.
I gripped the vegetation tightly, holding myself in place while he plunged in and out of me, taking me all the way to the top and then pushing me for more, urging me all the way to the sky.
And when I came, the sensations wracked my entire body. I gasped and moaned into the flowers while his cock seemed to thicken inside me.
When my body finally stopped shuddering, and I wasn’t sure I could take any more, he pulsed deep within me, bathing my inner walls with his inner fire.
His hoarse cry echoed in the meadow, and he slumped over me, his body giving into bliss.
We dozed,made love again, then slept some more. Finally, in the late afternoon, we made our way back upriver. We stopped to swim, splashing each other and laughing, savoring just being together.
When he held me close and his fingers roamed, I laid back in the water and let him take me again. He claimed me so sweetly that it made me want to cry. I shouted out, a hoarse shout of pleasure that echoed around us.
Finally, as the sun started to set, we knew we had to leave. We ate as we returned to Airest, finding him placidly dozing in the open area where we’d left him.
In no time, we were flying again.
And when Turren’s fingers started to roam across my body, I squirmed out of my undergarment, lifted my body above his, and with his guidance, I dropped down on his cock.
While Airest flew on, oblivious to what we were doing on his back, I claimed my mate like he’d done so many times with me.
And after, I slept in his arms, feeling complete for the first time in my life.