His mate was more than he expected. She was entrancing. No matter what she was doing, he couldn’t seem to look away. And, now that he’d accepted their fate together, he never wanted to.
“Do you think Rue will find a mate here?” she asked, drawing their conversation back to the protective friend who’d only just left.
“It’s possible,” he answered, praying to their ancestors in the stars that he was right, considering he never wanted to see Lucy cry again. Ever. The few drops that had escaped her gorgeous honey-colored eyes had felt like a pick strike to his heart.
“I promise she likes you,” Lucy said. The optimism in her voiced was deceived by the concern on her face.
“You are a terrible but adorable liar, mate.”
“No…really,” Lucy argued, as if it were important that he believe that Rue liked him. “She’s just worried that we will be separated, and you’re a big target to blame,” she explained with a wave of her hand over his muscled form.
He nodded again. He’d tried to give them privacy, but he’d heard enough from the corner being unable to leave the room. Rue was a good friend to his mate, loyal and caring. He was happy Lucy had someone like that supporting her for the many years before she’d come to him. With the strength of their familial love, he knew that he’d need to win his mate’s friend over if he hoped for her to remain happily with him on Djaromir.
“Even if she doesn’t find a mate within Fyeir, she is more than welcome to stay,” he offered, knowing that’s what Lucy would want. “There will always be a place for your friend.”
“Really?” she asked, the smile he was hoping to bring to her face blooming to life. She blinked a few times, gratefulness shining up at him before giving way to a teasing sparkle. “That’s a relief because I’m pretty sure she was planning on staying whether or not you gave the go ahead.”
Lucy snorted before letting out a giggle. “I’m still trying to figure out what she was planning to do with the karate hands. She doesn’t even know karate. Our self-defense courses were more along the lines of ‘that’s my purse, I don’t know you.’” Lucy’s voice seemed to feign distress at those last words followed by a silly laugh.
“I don’t understand what that means,” he said, unable to stop smiling, even though the humor was lost on him.
“Never mind,” she said with a wave before looking around the room. “I know this is super off-topic, but do you know if my suitcase ever showed up?”
Sparx heard the words yet took a minute to process it. He tried to steal a moment to memorize the beauty of her laugh from moments before.
“Oh.” Jumping up from the chair he’d sunk into, he walked to the cabinet on the wall. “When I first arrived, I moved it out of the way to avoid tripping. I figured you wouldn’t need any of the clothes immediately—” At Lucy’s uncomfortable cough he continued. “Because of how hot you felt.”
“Why did that happen again?” she asked with a frown, her gaze searching his for answers he wasn’t sure he had.
“Because we were apart,” he answered, leaving the luggage where it was and moving back to the bed.
“I didn’t like it when you left me earlier,” she told him. Her voice sounded so small, it made his heart ache in his chest.
“I know,” he acknowledged, his face full of apology for the action, which he’d known had hurt her as he’d done it. “I am sorry for that, Lucy. I knew that it upset you, yet I thought it was the best course of action at the time.”
“Why did you leave?” she asked, scooting over on the bed so he could sit—or even lay—next to her.
Sparx sat down on the edge of the mattress, toeing off his boots so he could join her without bringing dirt into the bed. Unlike before when he’d stayed on top of the covers, this time he wanted to feel her skin against his own.
“Do you mind if I..?” he asked, leaving the full question unspoken as he reached for the tunic he was wearing.
When he received a nod from Lucy, he pulled it over his head. Wearing only his leather breaches—for the sake of keeping himself under control—Sparx slipped into bed. Keeping her completely covered, he slid underneath the cover until he could feel the heat of her body directly against his length. Since she was so much smaller than he was, her cold toes ended above his shins. The chill he could feel from the digits through his leathers prompted him to scoot closer to supply the warmth she obviously needed.
“That good?” he asked huskily, his body already hardening with the desire he was unable to keep muted.
“Yes,” she whispered back just as huskily, her eyes deepening. “You’re warm.”
“And, for once, you are not.” Scooting closer still, he brushed a kiss over her forehead.
“Think you can help me warm up really quick?” she asked, lifting her face until she was able to reach his lips. She dropped a kiss at the corner, teasing him. “Just a little?”
“I doubt any warming I do will be little, or quick, for that matter,” he teased, ending on a groan at the feel of her hand skimming over his bare abs.
“Sorry,” she asked, pulling it away. “Is my hand too cold?”
“No,” he denied, reaching for her hand under the cover to put it back. “And even if it were, I wouldn’t care. Touch me.”
“Where?” she asked, her voice breathless as she licked her lips.
“Anywhere you want, however you want,” he urged, rolling his hips into the leg closest to him. “I just need your touch.”
Lucy turned to face him, keeping her breasts covered with her arm before hiding them against his body. “You smell so good.” Burying her nose in the skin between his pecs, Lucy rubbed against him seductively.
Sparx sucked in a breath at the feel of her tongue taking a test swipe against his skin. Rolling onto his back, he lay prone for her administrations as she shimmied against him.
“Do you realize I had plans to stay across the room and not touch you until everything was explained?” The question was pulled from him on a groan when he glanced down to see a set of gorgeous breasts pillowed against his bare chest.
His mate was going to kill him.
Lucy lifted her head from where she’d been dropping kisses around his neck and shoulders to give him a wide-eyed look. “Why would you do a fool thing like that?”
Sparx’s mouth fell open before a loud laugh erupted from his chest, jiggling Lucy where she was on top of him. Sprawled out as if she owned him.
Which she did.
Patting her ass, he let his hand linger and give the round cheek an appreciative squeeze. Groaning at the sensation of his fingers sinking into the softness, he used his grip to pull her tight to him.
“You are so fucking luscious.” Moving his other hand to her ass as well, he growled, “So. Fucking. Luscious.”
“Luscious, huh?” Lucy asked, tipping her head back just enough to give him one of the sexiest little smiles he’d ever seen. “I guess I can handle that.”
“No, darling. I’ll handle it.” Tracing the seam of her bottom all the way down, he dipped his fingers into the V between her legs. Just a little foray. Teasing both of them.
“God, Sparx,” she groaned, rolling her eyes closed as she ground against him. “I want you.”
“Are you sure, Lucy?” he asked. Wanting her—no—needing her to say the words out loud. “Are you sure this is what you want? Because I can give it to you.” The promise was delivered with a swirl of his fingers that had Lucy opening her legs wantonly to give him better access. “I can give you everything I have, but I need to know that you’re sure.”
It only took a split second for Lucy to mount him and take what he was offering. Her hands braced on his shoulders as she fully straddled his body. Her eyes were shining with a lust so feral it made his breath catch and his cock even harder than it was before. Hard and thick directly underneath her scorching pussy.
“I want everything,” she said, her eyes unwavering where they were lo
cked on his. “I know there’s a lot we need to talk about…a lot you need to explain to me, but I know that you’re the one I want. No doubt.”
Sitting all the way up, she centered her bare pussy over the ridge of his crotch. They were only separated by a layer of leather. A thin, well-worn leather that molded to his body.
“What about you?” Holding her arms out to her sides, Lucy fully bared her nakedness. “I might be more than you bargained for. Both literally and physically, all things considered.”
“What does that mean?” Sparx gripped her hips hard to keep from reaching up and cupping one of the gorgeous breasts that had been taunting him since he arrived. They were larger and heavier than he originally thought they’d be. The reality of her bounty made his mouth water.
He licked his lips, wishing he had permission to nibble the blush-colored tips that were crinkling under his gaze. “You’re just what I want, what I need.”
Lifting her hands to hold the breasts he was going to now be forever obsessed with, Lucy squeezed the globes in her hands. “I’m a big girl, Sparx. Everywhere.” Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her ass in what he guessed she thought was an innocent twitch.
It was not innocent by far. Especially since it made him almost come in his pants.
“And, I’m a klutz,” she continued in a sad voice as she went over all the preconceived faults she felt the need to confess. “I trip over nothing and can’t afford to wear white anymore because I always have to replace whatever I stain. I’ve even had to quit a job over it when that was part of the dress code because I literally couldn’t afford to work there. That’s why Rue calls me Goose. Everyone called me Lucy Goosey because I always made things fall apart. I’m a mess.”
“You’re not a mess,” he started, nudging her hands out of the way so he could take over massaging the tits tempting him. Then he forgot what else he was going to say. “You are not a mess,” he repeated.
Stop squeezing her tits and concentrate!
“What about my big ass?” she questioned, leaning into his touch as he rubbed his thumbs around the puckered tips.
“I love this ass.” To prove his point, Sparx let go of the beauties before him and clapped both hands against the cushion she offered up to him. Hard enough to make them jiggle.
“Good,” she groaned, rolling her hips and thrusting out her tits. “How about we move on to the mating then?”
“You sure?” he asked once more, forcing the words out of his mouth, even as he wanted to do nothing more than take her mouth again.
“Positive,” she moaned, hitching her hips back and forth to a beat he was beginning to hear as well.
Pulling her down into a kiss, Sparx gave his mate what she needed.
Him.
Chapter Twenty
She couldn’t remember when a kiss had ever felt as electrifying as the first time their lips met. The second time, third time, and fourth time were pretty spectacular as well. In fact, every single time they kissed, the passion behind their connection grew. As if they were feeding the fire instead of quenching it.
It was that fire that was urging her to suckle at his tongue, imagining all the other parts she could nibble and suck on.
Deep down, Lucy knew she was out of control. She knew and didn’t care one bit. Her body and her thoughts were so concentrated on Sparx that she’d given up fighting it. Now she was embracing it.
With every twitch of her hips, she slicked against the front of his leather breaches, feeling the thick length of him beneath the cloth keeping her at bay. The excitement she felt racing through her body was unlike anything she’d ever experienced—not like she had a whole lot of experience, but still.
All things considered, she should be at least a little scared of how she felt…the way she was acting, right?
Strangely, instead of being scared, she was secure in the knowledge that this was right. The yearning she had for Sparx was exactly as it should be, and, on some base level, she reveled in the fierceness of the lust she felt for him. It was one of the reasons why she’d stopped trying to muffle the noises he was tearing from her throat. She’d gone far past moaning and groaning and had succumbed to the inability to do anything more than whimper as he bit and sucked at her neck between treating her lips to the same carnal passion.
“Need.” The one-word demand all she could muster.
“The first time will have to be fast,” he said, his jaw tight as he fumbled with the latch on the front of his pants, his knuckles brushing the top of her pussy every now and then. “Once the edge is off, I will make it longer for you. I promise. As many times as you need me to.”
Lucy ignored most of what he was saying, unable to think of anything other than how good it felt to sway on top of him as if he were her own personal sex doll. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head back until her hair brushed the top of her ass. Rocking back and forth, she knew she was only a stroke or two away from an orgasm when she was lifted up, away from the precious pressure that was giving her what she needed.
“What the—” she cried, frustrated at the interruption. Ready to finish, she pushed his hands away where he was positioning her. “I need—”
“I know what you need,” Sparx said, feeding the first few inches of his cock into her with a grunt.
“Holy,” she breathed, looking down at the amount of dick still waiting to enter her. “Wow.”
“So tight,” he groaned, his head falling back as he palmed her ass to bring farther down his length.
“Too much,” she squealed, tightening her legs on his hips to slow down her decent. Sparx froze, his hands latched tightly to her ass.
Lucy sucked in lungful of air, breathing through the initial burning stretch of his entry. She’d been pretty deep into a sexual dry spell before meeting Sparx, and her body had no trouble reminding her to slow it down.
“Better?” he asked, his jaw tight as he looked up at her.
“Yeah,” she sighed. Lifting up on his length, she gave a swirl before sliding back down. Taking him deeper into her body with each stroke, her juices easing the way as it sloppily coated his length. Embarrassment filled her at how wet she was before it was pushed out of the way by gratefulness. Her body was seriously doing her a solid, considering the thick dick she still had yet to fully take. “You?”
Sparx gave her a sharp nod, his hands clenching, spreading her ass with their flexing. The action created a pinch that was surprisingly pleasant.
“Just a little more,” he panted, the muscles in his chest and shoulders sharply pronounced as he stared at where they were joined. “Can you take it?”
Lucy’s chin dropped to her chest as she looked between them at the pornographic visual of their joining. Sparx’s cock, which was the largest she’d ever had the pleasure to personally meet, was buried almost to the root. Thickly spreading her lips where it tunneled into her body. Witnessing the visual of how tight she was around him was almost too much for her to take. She watched the muscle clench around him, the spasm choking his length rhythmically as it begged her for more.
Hell yes, she could take it. She could take it all.
Tossing her head back, she pushed past the tightness with a raw cry escaping her throat. It took a bit of work, considering his size, but she didn’t stop until she was flush against Sparx. Her breath left in a whoosh as she took it all in.
Then, after praying silently to whatever deity blessed her mate with such an amazing cock, she rocked back and forth a bit. Testing their connection. Keeping him completely gloved within her body.
“Thank you, Jesus,” she groaned, unable to stop the rocking her hips were now doing of their own accord.
“Per-fect,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips to get a good grip. He lifted her up and down, as if she weighed nothing. Raising and lowering her tight sheathe slowly at first, until their rhythm began to pick up speed.
Soon, it wasn’t enough. Knocking his hands away, she pl
anted him deep and began sawing back and forth. Sliding wetly back and forth against his hips, she rode him, groaning loudly. The position allowed her to keep him planted deep yet gave her the stimulation she needed against her clit to climb the peak she could feel lingering in the periphery.
Lucy’s orgasm began to build as she was overcome by everything that was Sparx. The feel of his body deep within hers, the taste of him on her lips, the scent of him in the air, and the feast he created for her eyes.
The way he spanked her; his teeth bared as he conquered her body from below.
“Harder,” she whispered, jolting when he leveled a smack against the plump cheek of her ass. For a split second, she thought of how crazy this was. How wanton she was acting before she pushed that thought away and voiced what she wanted. What she needed. “More.”
“Perfect mate,” Sparx groaned as he wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled her down for a deep kiss, the cadence of his hips never breaking their beat.
Lucy whimpered against his lips at the feel of his seeking finger probing at her anus. That wasn’t something she’d done before, but she wasn’t opposed to it. Especially considering how lovely it felt now as she submitted to the sensual probing, still rocking her pussy on his cock.
This was every fantasy she’d ever had. Every single dirty thought that had ever flitted through her imagination was happening all at once.
She broke the kiss with a groan as his finger slid deeper, making the connection even tighter where he was in her balls deep.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she focused on the electric sensations taking up the entire lower half of her body. She couldn’t do anything but lay against his chest and let him fuck her.
Which is what he did.
With one hand on her ass, moving her up and down, Sparx kept his jabs short and deep. His other hand was on her ass as well, but with one finger buried as deep as it could possibly go. Every now and then pulling out only to plunge deep again just as quickly.
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