Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

Lomax

O kay, so I was rapidly realizing I had one heck of a weird fetish because Regan’s inspection of my pussy was making me hotter than the freaking sun.

Everything about this moment was turning me on. The fact that I was completely naked on Regan’s lap while he was barely undressed, my position on his lap, and how he had spread my legs wide like it was his every right to look at my pussy.

Regan was still staring greedily at my pussy like a little kid in front of a candy store. When he used his thumbs to spread apart my pussy lips and leaned in a little to study my clit, my face burned red. Only I wasn’t sure if the heat in it was from embarrassment or lust.

“Regan,” I squirmed on his lap as the cool air rushed over my throbbing clit, “I need you to touch me.”

“Soon,” he repeated. “I love your pretty pink pussy.” He traced his finger over my pussy lips again. “So plump and wet and soft. And I can’t wait to taste your clit, small one.”

“Oh God,” I moaned when he rubbed lightly at my clit. I needed more pressure against it to come, but when I tried to shift, Regan’s tail tightened around my waist and kept me pinned in place against the table.

He traced the creases of my inner thighs before running his finger up and down my pussy, grazing first my clit and then my entrance in a repeated motion. The table’s edge was digging into my back, and my elbows were starting to ache from where they rested on the table, but I barely noticed. How could I when Regan’s soft touch demanded all of my attention?

I made an embarrassingly loud moan when Regan’s thick finger probed at my opening. He smiled as he slid it inside of me and rested his other hand on my thigh. “Good girl, sadora.”

“Regan,” I panted as he added a second finger into my aching pussy, “I don’t want to wait for sex, okay?”

“I think we should wait,” he said, working his fingers in and out with slow, deliberate movements as I rocked my hips against them.

“No,” I whined. “No, we aren’t waiting.”

He made a low chuckle. “You do not get to decide what happens in our bed, small one.”

“I’m not going to just do what you tell me to do, Regan,” I said as I tried to think past the pleasure that Regan’s fingers were giving me.

“We will be equal in all other areas, my small mate,” Regan said, “but not with this. You will do as I say in our bed.”

He curled his fingers and pressed against the inner wall of my pussy before dragging them down. “Do you agree to this, sadora?”

Pleasure shot through me, and I made a strangled cry as Regan grinned happily. He made the motion again, his tail tightening around me when I jerked wildly and nearly fell off his lap.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

“Do you agree to this, little mate?” Regan asked, pausing the motion of his fingers.

“Don’t stop!” I snarled at him.

“Do you agree?” he asked calmly.

“Fuck, yes! Just do that again!”

“Good girl, sadora,” he said with a decidedly smug smile.

His fingers made that beautiful, incredible, glorious motion again and then again and then again. When his thumb rubbed against my clit, my orgasm shot through me, and my back bowed as my pussy clamped around Regan’s fingers. The pleasure rolled through me like deep waves I would happily drown in. My hips bucked and rocked, and only Regan’s grip around my waist kept me on his lap. He pulled me forward, and I collapsed against his chest as his arms went around me.

“Good, sadora,” he praised. “You came so hard for me, little mate. You are my good girl.”

I moaned and shook against him as the last vestiges of pleasure rolled through my body. I clung to Regan, keeping my eyes shut and listening to his soft words of praise. When I’d finally somewhat caught my breath, I said, “I want you to fuck me, Regan.”

I could feel his hesitation, and I kissed his broad chest. “Please. I need this.”

“Is it what you truly wish for?” he asked. “Or are you only saying what you know I want to hear?”

I lifted my head and cupped his face with my trembling hands. “I truly want this, Regan. Please.”

He studied me, and I brushed my mouth against his in a tender caress. “Please, honey, give me what I want.”

“Yes, sadora.”

His hands slid between us, and I leaned back, watching as he unbuttoned his pants. He lifted me with one arm and his tail around my waist and used his free hand to push his pants and briefs down in one smooth motion.

He balanced me on his knees, and I stared at his cock. Weeks ago, I had avoided Regan in the bar because the sheer size of his dick, even through his pants, had me fearing for my survival rate if I’d fucked him.

But now? My damn mouth watered at the sight of its thick green length. The head was a darker green than the shaft, and it wept copious amounts of precum. His cum would taste faintly of gallberries, and I could barely stop myself from sliding off his lap and wrapping my lips around his beautiful cock.

He gripped his dick and gave it a long, slow stroke. I licked my lips, and his soft groan made the muscles in my pelvis tighten.

“Sadora,” his voice was a low rasp, “are you certain?”

“Yes,” I said. I liked how confident I sounded, even though a tiny part of me still worried about how well I could take him. I didn’t have to worry about dying, not with my healed heart and Regan’s gentleness, but I didn’t want to disappoint him during sex.

He reached between my legs and ran his fingers over my pussy. I wanted to die of embarrassment when he pulled them away, and they were soaking wet and dripping, but Regan gave a nod of satisfaction before wrapping his arm around my waist again and lifting me.

He guided his cock to my entrance, and I had a moment to think about how convenient it was that the guy could just lift me like a rag doll and drop me onto his dick before the blunt head of his cock breached my opening.

I tensed despite my best effort not to, and he kissed my shoulder. “Relax for me, little mate.”

I clutched at his shoulders and nodded. “I’m good, Regan.”

“I will not hurt you,” he said solemnly. “I promise.”

He still had me hovering on the tip of his dick, and I marveled at his strength as I pressed a kiss against his mouth. “I know.”

With slow and measured movements, he lowered me onto his cock inch by - sweet Jesus, so many fucking inches - inch. I was convinced I’d never take him in his entirety, and I was more than a little shocked when, with one final firm thrust, I took him to the base.

His low moan as he settled me on his thighs set my blood aflame.

“Are you good, my mate?” he asked. “We can stop if you are not.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched wildly, and his entire body was like granite beneath mine. I admired his self-control as he stayed completely still.

“I don’t want to stop,” I said. “It feels really good, Regan.”

I gripped his shoulders and made an experimental bounce. Regan groaned loudly, and his tail tightened around my waist before he grabbed my hips and thrust in and out.

Hot new pleasure coursed through my pussy. I cried out at the sensation, and he stopped, looking worried. “Sadora?”

“Oh Christ, do not stop,” I muttered, giving him a light slap on the chest. “I think I might be able to come this way.”

Relief flickered across his face, and I pressed up against him, flinging my arms around his shoulders and holding tight as - oh holy God - Regan went to work properly fucking me. I clung to him with my arms and legs, taking every one of his thrusts as pleasure coiled in my belly, and I chased that high once again.

Regan’s low groans and moans, the feel of his warm breath as he panted into my hair, spun my desire higher and higher and when he made a low cry and tensed below me before thrusting hard and fast, my own pleasure crested and broke into a thousand beautiful pieces.

Regan moaned my name, his hands digging into my hips, his tail a hard band around my waist as he buried his face in my throat and made another half-dozen shallow thrusts before relaxing against the chair.

My body quivering, I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the solid beat of his heart as he rubbed my back.

“It was good for you?” I asked, feeling dumb about how nervous I was to hear his answer.

“It was perfect, and you took me very well. You are my good mate,” he murmured before kissing my throat and then easing me back until his cock slipped from my body. He reached between my legs to catch his dripping seed before rubbing it into my breasts and stomach with careful, gentle attention.

I’d had a few Draax try this before, and I’d stopped them each time, even though I knew it was an instinct they couldn’t deny. But with Regan, I had no desire to stop him. Hell, watching him coat me with his seed gave me a warm feeling that I had no business feeling. Not when Regan and I had no future.

He calls you his mate. His sadora.

He smiled with satisfaction and pressed a kiss against my collarbone. “You will spend the night with me, small one.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. I studied Regan’s bed tucked into the far corner. Like my bed, it was extra long in length, probably because all of the Draax were basically giants, but only about the width of a twin bed. “It’ll be a tight fit for the both of us.”

“You will sleep in my bed with me,” he said. “This is not a request.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “God, you’re so bossy in bed.”

“I am,” he said. “Does it bother you?”

“No,” I said. “I haven’t been with someone who’s this dominant during sex, so it’s a new experience, but it definitely does something for me. So, I guess it’s good we’re compatible that way, huh?”

“Yes,” he said before squeezing my ass. “Come, small one. We will shower and finish our meal. If you are a good girl and eat your dinner, I will give you another orgasm before we go to sleep.”

I grinned at him. “I approve of this perfect plan, handsome.”