24. Tuvid

24

TUVID

I 'd never wanted anyone more than I did Angie. My fated mate. My only love. The woman I'd crave for the rest of my days.

But she'd just had a powerful orgasm—courtesy of me. And while I was mighty proud that I could give it to her, and I was eager to do more, I wasn't going to shove my big old cock inside her now and risk hurting her.

I eased to the side but kept my fingers inside her, watching her face as her body worked through it, going from the after, almost painful moment, to relaxation, to the spark of something new.

When her moan coiled up her throat, I shot her a grin.

"How do you do this?" she half-snarled, though I knew she wasn't mad.

"I have the magic touch when it comes to you, Angie."

"I'm glad you clarified that it only applies to me."

"You'll never have any reason to be jealous." I'd never want anyone but her .

"Your mouth is a lethal weapon," she said in complete seriousness. "And your fingers . . ."

I cocked my head, my grin widening to flash my fangs. "Should I register that along with my mouth? License them?"

"You." She tapped my arm, then soothed the not-blow with a rub of her fingers that melted into a moan as I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her. I'd added a thumb to her clit, teasing it across her ripe bud, and I could feel it swelling, eager for my touch once more.

Her eyes rolled back before they focused on me again. "Are you going to eat me some more or are you finally going to take off those boxers and show me what you've been hiding?"

"I'm big."

"All of you is big. I assumed you were proportional."

"I don't want to scare you."

"Why? Does it have odd lumps on the sides? Thicker veins than a man's?"

"It does have lumps, but they vibrate."

"You mean, like a sex toy?" she gasped, her eyes widening.

"One could say that."

"Show me," she breathed. "I want to touch it. Suck on it."

My cock was already stiff. How could it be anything else after my mate had just orgasmed so beautifully due to my fingers and mouth? But just the thought of her mouth on me brought me close to exploding.

"I don't think you can do that right now," I said.

She frowned. "Why not? "

"Because then I'd be out of business for a bit."

"Ah." She nodded wisely. "Later, then. Show me. Let me feel it, at least." She sat up, her greedy hands groping at the top of my boxers. "You've been holding out on me, Tuvid, diving between my legs any chance you get while never revealing your sex toy cock."

My low laugh rang out. My Angie was perfect. I adored her so much.

I slid off the bed and ditched my boxers—custom made for my tail and my gargoyle size—and straightened. My cock bobbed against my abs, the nubs along the sides humming in anticipation.

"Whoa," she said, crawling across the bed, stopping to sit on the edge with my cock at eye-level. "Touching time, right? Please tell me I get to play with it a little first."

My groan ripped out. "Not too much. I have other plans for it tonight."

"I'm sure you do." Her tongue peeked out to run across her lower lip, and I nearly came right then and there. "I have plans for it too." She glanced up at me. "You were right. It's big. I think we can get this bad boy inside me, though. It'll be a tight fit, but damn . . . It's going to feel amazing."

She stroked a fingertip down my length, and my cock responded, the humming of my nubs increasing, and the head secreting lubrication.

"You're amazing," she breathed, sliding her fingers around the head and squeezing. "It feels soft yet firm." She dragged her fingers up and down the length. "Rumbly yet smooth." Her thumb glided through the lube at the top. "Can we put it inside me now? "

"Fuck, Angie. If you keep rubbing it like that, it'll be all over."

"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" She looked up at me, batting her eyelashes. "What kind of staying power does this big boy have?"

I growled and lifted her, tumbling her back onto the bed, climbing over her, kissing her until she moaned and clung to my shoulders.

"Front, back, sideways, or against the wall?" I snarled against her throat. I'd already returned my fingers to her tight, wet passage, and she was milking them so well. Soon, she'd do the same with my cock.

"All of them," she quipped.

"Which first?"

"Which will plant you the deepest?"

My eyes essentially rolled back in my head. This woman was going to make me go feral.