30. Dexari

Chapter 30

Dexari

Sloane grins up at me, her eyes sparkling with need and desire. "Hell yes, I'm ready." She presses her hand against my hardness. "I can't wait for you to fuck me with your spiked cock."

I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. Looking at the room through her eyes, I wish I had done something to make it more inviting. It is dimly lit, devoid of any decoration or personal touches. Yet the massive bed is comfortable and inviting, the linens of the highest quality. For now, that will have to be enough.

"You are mine, Sloane," I tell her, kissing her deeply, my voice thick with emotion. "Consummating our bond will solidify our union with the gods for all eternity."

She smiles, pulling away to let her eyes trail down my body with a heat that makes my knees weak. Her gaze lingers on my chest, my abs, and then lower, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"And you are mine , Dexari," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. "I think you have been since the first time you walked into the guest suite."

The possessiveness in her words, the way she claims me as hers even as she offers herself to me, makes my heart swell. I have never wanted another female the way I want Sloane, have never felt this overwhelming need to worship and protect.

I push her back on the bed to undress her. Starting at her feet, I remove her slippers. Then I work my way up her legs, my hands dragging over her clothed calves and knees, between her thighs, and over her hips.

She squirms beneath my touch. "Are you anxious for more?" I ask.

"Mmm, you have no idea," she breathes, her hips arching off the bed to assist me as I tug on her pants, the skin-tight version she calls leggings , sliding them over her hips and down her legs before tossing them aside.

My fingers trace the edge of her undergarment, her panties , and I can feel her trembling beneath my touch. I lean down, pressing a kiss against the delicate fabric.

"Dexari," she moans, her voice a husky whisper. "You're driving me crazy." Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently as if to anchor herself against the tide of sensations washing over her.

"Then my plan is working," I tell her. "I want you wild with need, my mate. I want you to feel what I feel every time I look at you." I rip the slip of fabric away so she is finally bared to me.

"Oh!" Her delighted gasp makes me smile.

A small thatch of fur, as dark as the hair on her head, hides her cunt, yet I can scent her arousal, which draws me in like a beacon.

I put my hands on her inner thighs, spreading her wide, then use my tongue to taste her for the first time, trailing a path along her slit from back to front. Her salty-sweet musk is intoxicating and lingers on my tongue.

"Oh, god, do that again," she begs.

How can I resist such a request? Her responsiveness spurs me on, every small sound and shudder a testament to the pleasure I am giving her.

There is more of her small, perfect body to view and explore, so my hands slide up her sides, mapping every dip and curve. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sight of her, sprawled out before me in abandon, eyes half-lidded with desire, is nearly my undoing. Yet I push back my own need, determined to savor every moment of our first time together.

I make quick work of the tunic she wears, reveling in the sight of her small, high breasts. My lips close over one, then the other, licking and sucking until her nipples are stiff and peaked. Yet the scent from between her legs beckons for me to return.

So, that is what I do.

I can see the visible evidence of her arousal, the glistening wetness of her cunt calling to me even as Sloane's breath hitches, her anticipation palpable.

Unable to resist any longer, I bury my face between her thighs, breathing her in as if her scent was the very air I need to sustain me.

The heat of her core radiates against my lips, driving me wild with hunger. Her flavor explodes on my tongue, the most addictive nectar I have ever tasted, my need for more bordering on madness.

I lick her again, deeper this time, the stroke of my tongue more deliberate, delving into her soft, velvety folds. Every secret crevice is a new territory to explore, a new landscape to claim. I savor her, my senses reeling as her essence becomes a part of me, her taste etched into my memory forever.

Sloane moans, her hips bucking against my mouth as I continue my exploration. I find a small, sensitive nub, hidden like a secret treasure, that makes her gasp when I flick it gently with my tongue.

"What is this?" I ask.

"My clitoris," she responds. "It's a…a pleasure point."

I focus my attention there, circling the nub with deliberate slowness, teasing it with light, feathery strokes, and then applying more pressure until she squirms beneath me, each movement designed to push her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place as she grinds against my mouth. Her face is contorted with pleasure, her eyes closed. I can feel her tension building, her body coiling like a spring ready to release. I redouble my efforts, determined to push her over the edge.

"Fuck, Dexari," she pants, her voice ragged with desire. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as I lavish attention on this most sensitive part of her, eager to make her unravel completely.

I growl against her flesh, hoping the vibrations add to her pleasure, and slip one finger inside her, then two. Her channel is slick yet tight, clenching around me as her climax grows close.

When I stroke her inner walls and suck her pleasure nub into my mouth, Sloane tenses beneath me before crying out, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. I continue to suck and stroke, drawing out her pleasure until she collapses back onto the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Holy shit, that was awesome," she says, finally opening her eyes.

I lift my head, her juices still on my lips, and grin at her. "You taste amazing, my mate. I could feast on you all day."

Sloane smiles back at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. "I wouldn't object to that," she murmurs, her voice soft and sated. "But maybe another time. Right now, I need more, Dex. I need to see that spiked cock you've told me about and feel you inside me."

I move away to shed my own clothing, dropping my loincloth and kicking off my boots. My body aches with anticipation as I reveal myself to her. Then I let Sloane devour me with her eyes. I stand there, aroused and proud, as her gaze zeroes in on my fully erect and spiked cock, long and thick and ready to claim her completely.

"Damn, that is impressive," she says, leaning forward to let her lips close over the tip. That simple touch is enough to prompt my spikes into releasing their pre-seed, the slick fluid seeping down my shaft and pooling around my balls.

Her hum of approval is too much, pushing me close to the edge. I pull away from her mouth. "I do not want to spend my seed in your mouth."

"We can save that for another time, too," she agrees, scooting back on the bed and spreading her legs for me.

She dips her fingers into her wetness then offers them to me as a gift. I suck them into my mouth even as I settle between her thighs, notching the tip of my cock at her entrance.

Her heat calls to me, and it takes all my self-control not to bury myself inside her. Yet I do not want to hurt her. She is small and tight, her body tensing even as I press against her entrance.

I steel myself, determined to go slowly, allowing the rounded head of my cock to enter her first. My jaw clenches as I fight the urge to drive deeper. I want to savor this, give her time to adjust to my size.

Her gasps fill the air as I press forward and freeze, every muscle in my body taut with the effort to hold back. Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with a swirl of emotions.

"Am I hurting you, my mate?"