Chapter 18

Harper

My words freed the beast. His hand went to his neck and drew down, parting the armor along the way. He peeled himself out of that hard black shell and bared vibrant, golden skin for my greedy eyes. His biceps bulged, and the tribal tattoos made him look even more savage when he came down above me. He hadn't touched me yet and already I felt like I was hovering on the edge of the precipice, ready to tumble over.

His cocks were dauntingly big, eagerly reaching for me from between his thick thighs. The bottom one was his pleasure cock, the one that he'd previously fucked me with. It was thick and ridged, and oily lubricant dripped from the tip and made the length shiny. The top one, the mating cock, was bigger, and it had folds along the middle that I wasn't entirely sure about. Otherwise, it looked most like a human dick. I still recalled what it had felt like as he fucked me with the pleasure one, and that bigger slick cock had stroked along my back entrance in the most tantalizing way.

"Yes," he said, "You'll get what you need, Harper. I'll take good care of you." His hands came down to my thighs, and he parted them, pressing my knees to my chest so I was completely exposed to his gaze, every hole presented for his inspection. I clenched, anticipation shivering through me. I'd never done this before, and a hint of fear clung to the back of my mind. What if it hurts? What if I didn't like it?

He leaned closer, pressing me more tightly against the blankets, his eyes locked onto mine. Then his mouth was on me and I forgot about any worries and lost myself in his marauding touch. Our tongues tangled, our breaths mingled, and I felt the hint of a fang against a lip to add a bite of danger to our exchange. Then heat and pressure slicked through my exposed folds, his cocks as he rubbed himself against me. It was too much; I was so primed, so needy and slick, that it was enough to set me off.

I moaned beneath him, caged in his wings, tight grip, and the roaring storm around our tiny shelter. All I could do was hang on for the ride and let it take me wherever Nick wanted. The orgasm spiraled as he moved his hips and his pleasure cock, the lower one, stroked through my folds. It added its own brand of slickness and the ridges that circled it provided all kinds of shock waves.

He moved one hand, but that did not free my leg, it was pinned against his chest now. His fingers circled my opening and I jerked and twitched against him, still sensitive. Then one finger slid inside and I arched, his cocks pressing against my clit. "You need this. Look how ready you are!" His finger withdrew and he held it in front of my face, glistening with wetness.

Then he lowered that finger and drew the slickness around each of my nipples. His head followed after, tongue lapping at my painted flesh. "Ah, Nick!" I groaned. That felt good, but it wasn't where I needed him most; that finger had only emphasized how much I wanted him to fill me with his cock. Either way, I wasn't picky at this point.

He sucked one nipple deeply into his mouth, and his fangs pressed gently against my skin on either side of the turgid peak. It lanced a sharp burst of pleasure from the little nub straight down to my clit. Pressure came against my passage, the head of his pleasure cock, because I still felt the heat of the other against my folds.

There was only a hint of resistance before it started to push inside of me. This cock was thick, but I had already felt it once. The ridges made him cling to my walls until they rubbed along the bundle of nerves on the inside. Then I went slick and soft around him. His mating cock stroked my clit as he bottomed out and withdrew, and with each thrust, the pleasure climbed higher and higher until it burst once again.

He growled as I came, my core clamping down around his ridged cock, my body jerking in his restraining grip. "Nick," I moaned, thrashing with my head against the silver emergency blankets. This was like last time. His cock felt so good that it was no wonder it was called the ‘pleasure cock.' Those ridges were clearly designed to please a woman.

A strangled gasp left my throat when he pulled it out with a sucking, wet noise. The slick head nudged at my back entrance next and though that felt good, I jerked in his clasp. "Aren't you going to stretch me first?" I squeaked out. That cock wasn't going to fit on the first try; it would hurt. The splash of fear and the worry of pain doused my arousal, but that didn't last long. Heat was spreading from that point of contact, languid, relaxing, and pleasant.

"I won't need to, trust me," Nick said, but he allowed me to shift my legs, spreading them but no longer pinning them beneath his body against my chest. That made me feel less trapped and when I breathed in, his cock nudged a little more firmly against me. It tingled, and it stirred more desire; a yearning to be filled by him.

"Okay," I told him, staring into his tigerite eyes. They had lost some of that feral possessiveness and turned gentle, focused. "I trust you." His look turned triumphant, and I felt a shiver of something curl through my belly. More arousal? Unease? Or was it that part of me that liked seeing his claim? That wanted to be claimed by him…

He used his hand to grip his lower cock, and it pressed deeper against my untried opening. It shouldn't have worked, not like this, but whatever was in his lubricating oil made my body want to open for him. The natural slickness his body created did all the work. I wanted to focus on him, on the new sensations he was eliciting from the sensitive nerves at my rear. But then he dragged his second cock through my folds and I bucked in reflex when that set me on fire.

His lower cock slid deeper and suddenly I felt full, stuffed, and he was barely in at all. That was just the beginning. He was going to use both of his erections on me; could I even take that much? The answer was yes. I should have known it was. That distraction with his upper cock, the mating one, was on purpose. Teasing my clit with the slick head while he worked his pleasure cock deeper into my lower passage. Each push and pull of his hips made me take more of him until I felt those blessed ridges stimulate my nerves.

The orgasm it aroused differed from any other; slower, deeper. I felt all my muscles clenched around him, clenched so tight that he couldn't move. He remained above me, leaning on one hand while his chest was coated with a fine sheen of sweat. His eyes were wild with his own pleasure, and his cock twitched in my passage. He was fighting off his release.

The moment passed, our rapid breathing a sharp counterpoint to the roaring wind outside our little tent. Our eyes met, and I had to swallow roughly at the determined look in his. That was just the beginning, the first taste. The true claim was coming next.

He dragged his cocks through my folds and my slowly relaxing back hole, and I jerked at the sensations. So sensitive, it was too much so soon, but he was relentless now. On the next slow thrust, his mating cock touched my opening and started to push inside. Two at once was a lot. It was so naughty, but I loved how much he made me his. It was a claiming of all of me.

The mating cock had no ridges, but it didn't matter. That fullness, the steady thrust of both in tandem into my holes… It didn't take long before I spiraled into a climax, and still, he pushed for more. I was clinging to his arms, my nails digging into his skin, and with each thrust a shuddering moan left my lips. It felt so good, stars seemed to burst across my eyelids. I didn't remember closing them, but the lack of vision drew me deeper into my body and all the things I was feeling.

"You're my mate," I shot back immediately. If he was claiming me, then I was claiming him as much in return. He was mine just like he wanted me to be his, and I was not accepting anything else. His mouth twitched in a smile, his wicked fangs on display, those gold and black eyes shimmering fiercely.

"Yes. I am all yours. You feel that Harper?" he emphasized his words with his thrusts, and I jerked my head in a nod. I wasn't mistaken, he was getting bigger. The mating cock was swelling and I could feel it, a thicker bump along the middle of his shaft. It put pressure on my G-spot, it put pressure on everything. "Now tell me you're mine. Tell me and I'll give you what you need."

I thought he'd been doing that already, but maybe he had one more trick up his sleeve. It certainly felt that way, that knot was growing bigger. Since he'd conceded, he'd let me stake my claim, I gave in. There wasn't much more I could take. All of me was shaking and trembling, my nerves were on fire, and my heart was pounding. "Yes, I'm yours, Nick."

His eyes seemed to catch fire, sparking, burning. I couldn't look away. His hips picked up the pace, his hands holding my hips tightly so I could not do anything but take what he was giving me, and he was giving me so much. I was full; I was stuffed in both holes, and nobody had ever done that before. He roared when he came, seed exploding from both his cocks and coating my insides.

That thicker bump grew bigger and then the sensations became too much for me. His warm seed, his knot pressing against that sensitive spot, and his wings protectively cupped around us… I shattered for him, and it really did feel like I had shattered. Breaking apart and reshaping around him, not the same Harper from before, but a different person, his person. His mate.