Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

V era's heart raced as she waited for Grabon's response. His hand tightened around her leg, not painfully but with a firm possessiveness that sent a shockwave of arousal through her. She knew he would never hurt her, and she found the show of strength … thrilling.

"Here?" he growled. "Now?"

"Yes. That is -"

His mouth crashed down over hers before she could continue. There was a rush of wings and a brief sensation of weightlessness as he carried her closer to the waterfall. She braced herself as he put her down, expecting to feel rock beneath her, but instead he laid her on a thick, soft bed of moss that gave off a delicious herbal scent. Almost as delicious as his scent, she thought, but then he was kissing her again and her mind went blank to everything but the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

His big hand traced a lazy path from her throat, down past her breasts to her waist and she gasped at the intensity of her reaction. The fabric of her borrowed dress tightened across her nipples, heightening the sensation, and he suddenly cupped her breast, teasing her through the fabric.

"Do you know how much I've wanted to touch these perfect little breasts?"

His voice was low and rough, rumbling against her and adding to her desire.

"Then touch them," she demanded impatiently and he gave a low chuckle, clever fingers plucking at a swollen peak.

She whimpered, her hips bucking beneath him.

"Soon," he promised, his voice low and rough. "First, I want to taste you."

She cried out as he swiftly divested her of the offending garment, leaving her bare before him. He swore again, his eyes glowing cat-like in the dimness.

"So fucking perfect."

"You can see me?" she whispered, suddenly self-conscious.

"Oh, yes. Every delicious inch."

Before she could react to his words he captured one nipple in his mouth, the wet heat sending a spear of pleasure through her. She moaned, trying to arch into him, but he held her firmly in place, continuing his torment. His agile tongue wrapped around the taut nub, his teeth grazing it before he moved on to the other one, leaving her gasping and clutching at him in desperate need.

He let out a low grunt of satisfaction as his mouth released her.

"Fuck, you're so responsive."

She writhed beneath him, wanting more.

"You make me crazy. Please … please touch me," she begged shamelessly.

"Where?" he rumbled. "Tell me where you need my touch."

She swallowed, her throat dry.

"Lower," she whispered, her cheeks flushing at the admission.

He slowly slid one hand down her trembling body, teasing and tempting, until she was nearly sobbing with need.

"Here?" he growled, his fingers brushing over the curls at the apex of her thighs.

"Yes … oh, God, yes. Lower!"

His hand dipped lower and she cried out as his fingers grazed her clit. He growled in satisfaction, his mouth fastening around her nipple once again.

"Oh, that feels good," she moaned.

His finger dipped inside her, shockingly thick, as his mouth continued to tease her, and she thrust her hips helpless against him.

"You're so fucking wet," he muttered, sounding almost in awe. "I want to taste you."

The thought of him between her legs made her moan but she quickly shook her head.

"Later. Right now, I need you in me."

"Whatever my fierce little mate wants," he agreed with a husky laugh.

Mate. The word hit her like a bolt of lightning. Did he simply mean sex, or did he mean something more?

"Wait - I didn't mean mate, I meant —"

Her objection died in her throat as he trailed his mouth down her body, stopping to worship at her navel and nipping at the soft flesh of her belly. He grabbed her hips, holding her still as his mouth descended on her dripping cunt. His tongue teased her mercilessly, his hot breath setting off new flames of pleasure, and all thoughts of objecting fled from her mind.

The sound of the waterfall, the cool spray on her skin, the heady scent of moss and herbs, it all combined into a sensory overload, driving her arousal to new heights. He devoured her with single-minded determination, his fingers digging into her hips as his tongue flicked over her clit in rapid strokes.

She was lost, utterly lost, her body straining as he brought her to the edge. He didn't stop, his fingers stroking her slick folds and delving inside her as he tormented her swollen nub. She gasped, her body going taut as she tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, her hips bucking uncontrollably under him.

She came back to herself slowly, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. He was kneeling between her spread thighs, his lips and chin glistening. She should have been embarrassed, but the sight was so erotic, it sent a fresh wave of desire flooding through her.

She licked her lips, her eyes lingering on his erection. He was still wearing his pants but his cock pulsed beneath her gaze, the huge length clearly visible beneath the leather.

"Is this what you want?" he growled as he released his erection and her mouth went dry.

He looked even larger in the moonlight - larger and not human. A series of wide rings circled the thick, gleaming shaft.

"You're so big." Her voice was shaky but she kept her eyes fixed on him. He didn't move and she wasn't sure if she appreciated the consideration or resented the hesitation. "Will … will it fit?"

"Oh, it will fit. It will fit you perfectly every time."

Her pulse quickened at the promise in his voice, but he didn't move.

"Grabon?"

"Yes?"

"Stop talking and do it already."

His laughter was low and wicked.

"As my mate wishes."

His voice deepened on the word "mate", sending a shiver through her body, but her protest was swallowed by a moan as he notched the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed. Her body resisted at first, but then the first ring entered her, stretching her almost painfully as they both gasped.

He paused, his body shaking with the effort to restrain himself, then began to push again. He went slowly, his cock easing in a little at a time. With each ring the stretch became a little more intense, almost painful, but then he would hit a place inside her that made her see stars and the stretch would ease.

"So tight," he murmured. "So hot. So fucking perfect."

Each praise washed over her like a caress, his voice sending shivers down her spine as he continued to ease his massive shaft into her until he was buried to the hilt. He filled her completely, the ribbed surface of his cock sending a constant wave of sensations through her. She instinctively squeezed around his cock, drawing a deep groan from him. He paused again and she looked up at him to see the strain on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just need a moment."

She wriggled, and he groaned again, his cock flexing deliciously inside her. She smiled up at him and squeezed again.

"You can move, Grabon."

"No, if I do -"

"It feels good. Do it."

The words had barely left her mouth before he withdrew and slammed back into her. The sudden movement stole her breath but also sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her.

"More," she gasped.

He growled and leaned over her, his hands bracketing her head as he thrust into her, his eyes fixed on her face. There was something about being trapped beneath his massive body, his cock filling her over and over, that made her blood sing with pleasure. She could feel another climax building, and she reached blindly for him, her hands clawing at his back as she came apart.

He roared as her body gripped his, her inner muscles spasming around his hard length. She clung to him, riding out the waves of her release, and she could feel his cock swelling and hardening impossibly more, the rhythmic movements becoming erratic. His eyes found hers, blazing with need as he started to come, and she gasped at the incredible feeling of his release pumping into her as each individual ring expanded, filling her beyond the power to think.

She had no idea how long it lasted, but she was dazed and overwhelmed when he finally collapsed on top of her, wrapping his wings around her. He was so much larger than her that she was completely hidden from the jungle, enveloped in the velvety darkness of his wings. She cuddled against him, reveling in the feeling of being cherished, protected, even if it was just for a moment.

The reality of her situation was waiting for her outside this warm cocoon - her discovery, the prophecy, the plight of the Elvar. Even more troubling, she was afraid that the male currently wrapped around her, filling her to the brim with his seed, had stolen her heart.

But as his arms tightened around her, the fear faded and another emotion took its place - something that felt frighteningly like belonging.