26. Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Z oya

I’m panting and sweating and flying in an alternate universe. Maybe I’ve taken a trip to An’Wa. Lash not only nursed me through the most powerful release of my life, but he’s still got his head lodged firmly between my legs as he laps my juices, his tongue gentle, reluctant to leave my private spaces.

My knees have fallen to my sides, my muscles too spent to follow my orders. I’m not really sure why the first words to spill from my mouth are, “You called me Starlight.” Saying that out loud makes me feel as though I’m flying again.

“Magic,” I say. “Magic.”

Finally, he crawls up to join me, face to face. A jolt of embarrassment flies through me when I smell myself on his face, but I tamp it down. This is Lash. We’re just Lash and Zoya. In the privacy of this room, we can be ourselves with nothing to hide. No games. No secrets. And no worries about anything as mundane as our smells or the noises we make.

I kiss his mouth, then lick a stripe up the middle of his lips, making sure to catch a taste of myself there.

“I’m Starlight, Lash? You just earned a nickname, too, Magic Man. No. Magic Male.”

“Mmm.” There’s a satisfied look on his face, though he’s probably desperately needing his release. I think the happy-smug look is purely from giving me pleasure.

“Come inside me.”

He says nothing, but there’s a question in his glance.

“I’m ready. It’s what I want.” I doubt I need to tell him I’ve never said that to a man before. But it’s true. I want him… desperately.

He flips me onto my front and straddles me from behind, pressing himself against me so tightly I feel every inch of him against my back and bottom.

“I want to make you feel so good, Zoya. Ready for my cock?” He husks into my ear.

Only when I nod, does he sit up and trail a single claw down my spine, touching every vertebra until he reaches my tailbone, where he leans to press one perfect kiss. It’s a shivery, exciting touch that sends jolts of desire arcing through my body.

He’s whispering, his lips moving against my tailbone, his hot breath ghosting over my skin. I only catch a few of his words. “… take me? … feel good… come so hard.”

Biting my bottom lip, I thrill when he lifts my hips so I’m on all fours, then repositions himself so his cock teases me, sliding between my folds in slow, rhythmic drags.

“You ready for me, love?” Lash’s low voice vibrates in that sensitive spot below my ear. His hips flex ever so slightly, placing his head at my entrance.

My answer to his question is to widen my thighs, giving him better access.

“That’s right. So good.”

On that last word, he presses inside, rewarding us both as he releases a satisfied growl. He eases deeper, stretching me with every pulse. I gasp at the sensation and curve my spine to give him a better angle.

He chuffs low and husky into my ear as he pushes forward, filling me inch by glorious inch. His hips jerk slightly as he buries himself inside me with one last thrust. We both suck in a sharp, satisfied breath, then exhale on soft moans.

He’s so big it takes a long moment to adjust. As though he’s inside my head, my body, he knows just what I need and pauses until my muscles relax. All the while, he’s praising me, his voice soft and full of affection.

“I knew it would feel like this, Zoya. Perfect.”

Lash’s lips curl into a wolfish grin against my neck as he presses home and gains one last inch. The top of his knot rides my entrance, stretching me just enough to make me gasp.

“You’re so tight, Starlight. Don’t worry, I won’t knot you. Not until you’re ready.” His voice is gruff, with emotion, though it’s meant to soothe.

Only when I murmur a wordless sound of approval does he move in long, deep strokes that make my body ache for more. His pace is slow and steady, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him filling me over and over.

His ridges and veins massage my inner walls as he thrusts into me with determination, dragging soft moans from my throat. The air is filled with our heavy panting and the slapping of skin against skin as we move together.

“More,” I beg him, even though I don’t know how much more of this sweet torture I can take.

He slides his hand beneath me and captures one of my breasts, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers as he thrusts harder and deeper inside me, hitting something deep and primal within me that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Lash’s tongue flicks out, tracing my ear lobe teasingly, then nipping it with his fangs.

“That’s it, Starlight,” he murmurs as if he knows exactly what I need.

His hips buck against my ass, his cock stroking against that sensitive spot inside me over and over, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. Each time he moans, a low growl rumbles in his chest that vibrates against my back.

“That’s it, Zoya. Let yourself go,” Lash whispers, his breath hot in my ear as he moves faster, his hips pistoning in a rhythm that matches the frantic beat of my heart.

I turn to see him, but the angle is uncomfortable. He sounds and feels so primal, I almost wonder if he looks different, even more feral than the male I’ve fallen for. The thought of him pressed so closely to me, his fangs bared, his tail arcing with each thrust, sends my desire even higher.

I’m getting close as he growls softly, picking up speed, pushing deeper. His hand dips lower, finds my clit, and teases it expertly as he thrusts harder. I gasp at the sensation of being claimed, owned, my body arching into him even more.

“Fuck, Lash,” I groan. My fingers dig into the sheets as we move together in this primal dance.

He growls deep in his throat, sounding feral as he feels me shudder around him. For a moment, I set my forehead on the bed, as though I don’t have the strength to keep my head up. Almost immediately, I rise up again to ensure he hits the right spot over and over.

His hips buck hard, driving him deeper still, stoking my bliss until I’m certain I can’t take any more. And then he does it again. And again. Each time he finds that sweet spot, my body goes rigid with pleasure before I feel like collapsing in bliss.

“Lash!” I cry out his name as ecstasy ripples through me like lightning. I clench tightly around him as I come.

I’m spiraling higher, devoid of thought as my body takes over, filling me with rapture as I spasm around his thick, veined cock. Just as I hit my peak and am spiraling down, he places his mouth around my shoulder, making sure I feel every sharp fang, though he doesn’t break the skin.

His low howl is muffled by my skin. There’s something about how primitive this feels, how instead of a bedroom with a mattress and a rug on the floor, we could be in a cave a million years ago. Or somewhere else, like on An’Wa. I bury everything in my past and am only in this moment. This moment with Lash as we connect in a way that feels timeless, special, singular.

His jaw tightens just enough that I’m certain he’s drawn tiny pinpricks of blood. Instead of filling me with pain or fear, it feels right. It’s as if it’s sealing us together.

His hips speed up impossibly faster as he races to completion, bathing me with his liquid heat. Then he slumps next to me, throws his arms around my waist, tugs me closer, then tongues my shoulder with short, sweet licks.

“Sorry. Carried away. So fucking good. Perfect,” he says between soothing laps.