Leaning over her, still pressed in the cradle of her legs, Silvas ran his fingers over her collarbone before sloping down the swell of her breasts to linger on her nipples. Careful of his claws, he gently began to pluck at her nipples, making them harden, distend, and flush to a rosy red hue. As he toyed with the sensitive tips, his eyes lowered to half-mast in pleasure as he observed his play. Diana noticed the purr that resumed just before his head dipped to nuzzle the mound of flesh.
The slick, cold touch of metal dangling from his antlers against her skin made her jerk in surprise and hiss. His eyes lifted and fastened on her as dark tongue slipped out to stroke over her nipple. The alternating heat of his mouth and the cold, sensuous slide of the metal made her arch into his touch.
Raising one hand, she tangled her fingers within the bejeweled strands of gold that teased her. The move had been instinctive on her part; she hadn’t even realized she had done it until Silvas pulled away and pried her hand free. Kissing her palm, he set it against his chest as Diana leveled him with a hurt look.
She wasn’t allowed to touch his jewels? That was some kind of irony.
Silvas groaned and shook his head, the gold clattering again. “Do not look at me like that. I cannot bear to have you touch them.”
So that’s how it is.
“I guess my hands aren’t good enough to touch them?” she asked before she attempted to withdraw.
Silvas pulled himself higher over her body, blocking her beneath him, until he was able to look down into her face. She was left with little choice but to meet his angry eyes.
“Never say that of yourself,” he hissed. “I would be pleased to have your hands touch me anywhere. But I hate for you to touch them, but not because I don’t want your touch. I don’t wish you to touch them because… I am ashamed of them,” he snarled as he looked away.
Diana was so surprised by the outburst that she stared up at him. He didn’t speak for several moments while he attempted to regain control of himself. When he looked at her once more, his expression was hard.
“I allowed this. My vanity allowed females to adorn me in jewels to win my favors. I will tell you truthfully that I displayed them like trophies. Ropes of jewels from numerous nymphs and denizens of my domain for them to honor me as their king. I was proud of them,” he said, but his eyes were hard with shame. “Proud of how easily I won them. But now I wish for nothing more than the ability to remove them so that nothing remains of them. I wish no reminders of others when I’m only yours.”
Diana blinked at him. She hadn’t expected this, especially not after she insisted on going back home. His devotion and dismay over the gold falling in brilliant waterfalls of metal and gems from his antlers made her heart ache.
“They are imbedded into the antlers. I can’t take them off,” he rumbled, flawlessly predicting her question. “I would, though, if I could.”
“I don’t mind them,” she whispered, and found it to be true. The reminders of former lovers sucked, but the shining glints against the white velvet fuzz covering his skin, and the pure ivory hue of his hair—she couldn’t deny that they were beautiful. Her eyes trailed over them as she felt his fingers pet her again in what she guessed was a soothing stroke.
“You don’t?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t. In fact, I think that you should let me touch them. I can claim them as mine—every single one.”
His lips in a sweet smile as he lowered his head until his jewels caressed her cheek. With a gentle hand, she stroked several the chains that drifted over her skin.
The tension in him was noticeable, but soon he relaxed as she continued to touch the adornment. Silvas started nuzzling her again until he retraced his path, trailing gold down her chest in his wake as he returned to her breasts, where he had left off. His tongue slid out eagerly over her breast once more.
A sigh left her, and she arched up to meet the touch as he did it again. He played with it, lapping at one and then the other, pinching and plucking at them where his mouth was not engaged, before finally sucking a nipple fully into his mouth. She could feel his tongue swirling around her nipple in the wet heat. He left her nipples to lightly scrape his sharp teeth against the sides of her breasts before tackling her nipples again with eager licks and tugs until she was wiggling beneath him, unable to get enough to push her through to release.
When he was finally finished teasing her breasts, he licked and sucked his way down her body, paying attention to every inch of flesh he encountered, laving it with his tongue and pressing sucking kisses as he reached the lacings of her woven pants.
She didn’t know what she expected when he encountered the barrier, but it wasn’t to nuzzle the fabric or to grip the lacings with his teeth and tug them loose. The obstacle dealt with, Silvas buried his face once more against the front of her pants, nuzzling through the material until it fell away and his nose brushed against her panties. Diana jumped at the contact, and he drew back with a curious look. His eyes glinted with a playful light and his lips twitched mischievously.
“How many layers are you cocooned in, uxorem?” he teased.
“Consider it like unwrapping a birthday present,” she said.
“I have never had a birthday present,” he said, a deviant grin already starting as he looked up the length of her body from where his mouth was pressed against the top of her silk-covered mons. It should have made her wary. Instead, she felt a surge of excitement and wiggled against him. He plucked at the material as he leaned forward to whisper. “How does one usually go about opening them?”
His fingers dipped inside her pants to scrape against the silky material of her undergarments. There was something so provocative about the simple gesture that she could feel another hot wave of arousal slip from her sex, and she shivered when he ran his finger beneath the edge of her panties.
“Well,” she said, trying to find any semblance of rational thought in her head again. “They’re usually torn open, but don’t do that… These are the only underwear I have.”
She laughed when he immediately got a familiar look of interest in his eyes. He let out a long, beleaguered sigh, which made her stifle her laughter. He didn’t seem to mind, however, because his eyes glittered down at her with genuine amusement.
She squealed at the feel of his teeth as they nipped her through the fabric.
“You tease your mate,” he purred. The twin pearls of his eyes shimmered, his gray pupils so blown out that they reminded her of the gray bands in a moonstone.
He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he peeled her panties and pants off her at the same time.
Her sex and lower body bared, Diana felt herself turn red. She hadn’t trimmed down there in months, and it had been even longer since she had a bikini wax. Although she still shaved every now and then with a razor, she knew her legs were hairy too given that she couldn’t recall the last time she had bothered.
Silvas paused and gave her a curious look as he reluctantly dropped his hands away from her clothes. He drew back and frowned. “If you are changing your mind…”
She shook her head in the negative and cleared her throat. “I’m just a little… ungroomed. I’m hairy,” she added with a bright flush.
“I was under the impression that is how your species was created,” he responded wryly. “Believe me when I say it is not a deterrent.”
With a snap of his wrists, he yanked her pants down all the way, exposing her lower body before his eyes. He petted her cunt with one hand as his eyes ran over her.
“As I expected,” he purred. “Beautiful.”
Chapter 21
As Silvas spread her thighs, Diana’s belly tightened with anticipation. Her pussy was so wet that the cool air upon it sent a jolt through her, her hips canting up instinctively. A low growl filled the air, and then his mouth was there. His breath was warm against the flesh seconds before his tongue flattened on the mouth of her sex like a slick, hot brand as he lapped.
She moaned,
her muscles clenching as she writhed against his mouth. His tongue was rougher, flatter, and hotter than a human’s. The first swipe made her pussy clench and her thighs shiver. He made a sound of contentment, his fingers stroking her hips, as he teased her with his tongue, dragging it along the entire length of her sex, from the back of her cunt to her aching clit. He barely swiped against the bead of flesh before returning to his exploration.
Her frustration built. She needed relief—needed more.
She jerked hard against him, her hands coming down around his antlers, tangling in the mass of gold. He stiffened, his eyes darting up to meet her gaze and his mouth pausing against her sex.
“Mine,” she whispered, acting on the possession that rose sharply within her.
His pale eyes gleamed, and she felt his mouth curve against flesh. She dropped one hand to tangle into his hair and tugged as she watched pleasure flare in his eyes. His lips parted on a snarl as he shifted his weight on top of her, his body coiling with tension as his attention dropped once again and locked on her exposed, intimate flesh. His mouth caressed her once in a soft kiss, his nose grazing her clit in a tantalizing promise that had her shifting her hand back toward his antler to tug his head more insistently. Diana watched as a visible tremor ran through him, his eyes half-closing in bliss.
With a loud moan, Silvas dove, his tongue driving into her, striking the sensitive spot inside her channel with such frenzy that it sent sparks flying through her. He wiggled his tongue, exploring the area as he tapped his tongue in quick succession against the cluster of nerves. Diana’s body lit up and she clenched around the invading organ as she brought her legs against the sides of his head.
A dark chuckle escaped him as he pulled away only to graze his teeth along her clit before flicking it with this tip of his tongue. A hard gasp left her on a strangled note. His grip tightened, pinning her in place as he growled against her clit, the vibration sending pleasure shooting through her seconds before he sucked the nub into his hot mouth. He tugged on it hard before laving the entire area with his tongue once more. Diana twisted under his mouth as he fell upon her, feasting on her as if in a frenzy.
He burned for her. She could feel it as much as she could feel her own blood cry out for him. She surrendered happily to the invasion of his urgency and pleasure as he dragged every whimper and cry from her with his lips and tongue.
It was as if an inferno brushed through her. Lust roared through their budding bond, his desire feeding hers and her need feeding his. But it was more than that. When she focused on the bond forming between them, she could feel his affection curl through her laying beneath the uncontrollable wave of his desire—the instinct that demanded to be satisfied.
At the caress of his hand against her side, affection and desire spun together into an unbreakable cord between them as their pleasure built. It pulled taut on her as his lips tugged again on her clit. Without warning, her climax exploded. A hot rush of energy exploded through her blood as her pussy flooded anew. She would have been embarrassed at the way she soaked his mouth, but it was difficult to feel anything but cherished when his delighted growls filled her ears as he lapped it up.
Diana attempted to squirm away, her breath coming out in whimpers as he tormented her, feasted on her until he lifted his head and met her eyes. He gently unwound her hands from his antlers and stood up.
Diana watched him as he stood over her. Despite her orgasm, her lust hadn’t cooled at all. The heat that rippled through her made her feel like she was about ready to crawl out of her skin at any moment. She tried to imagine how much worse it could have been if she had continued to ignore the demands of the bond. Would it have been like this all throughout her waking hours? Already she had been feeling the unyielding pressure of desire that never seemed to let up. She panted and twisted uncomfortably against his cloak beneath her.
“Soon,” he murmured soothingly.
His expression softened, but as his eyes roamed over her, they glittered down at her with unconcealed desire. Holding her gaze with his, he worked quickly as he unlaced and kicked off his boots before shucking his pants. The movement was shameless as he exposed himself to her scrutiny. She had no doubt that he enjoyed every lustful reaction he provoked from her. And he was provoking quite a number of them.
Not that they weren’t well deserved.
He was truly beautiful. His inhuman appearance added to his appeal in her eyes. Her gaze ran over him, enjoying the way the soft white velvet fuzz covering his body almost seemed luminous in some areas where the firelight touched it, while the valleys of his muscles were shaded. The shadowy path of his abs led her gaze in an unerring path right down to his straining cock. Fully erect, the white length turned a deeper gray as it progressed along the swollen length to the tip.
Diana licked her lips as she pushed herself to her knees. She needed to taste him.
Silvas held his body perfectly still as she gripped his hips, his eyes fastened on her. She could feel the eagerness, adoration, and longing from him, and it fueled her own excitement. He seemed to be exercising great control to allow her to enjoy herself and explore his body. Yet the moment her tongue touched his cock, she saw that control fracture. The thick muscles of this thighs quivered, and he drew in a ragged breath, his eyes becoming more luminous as they followed her every movement.
She proceeded to tease him as he had teased her. She lapped the bumpy length, exploring the unique texture of his cock with her tongue. She paid special attention to the head, tracing the edge of the crown and flicking her tongue again the nub at the tip that secreted a honey-flavored essence. A low groan rattled out of him.
Pulling back a little, Diana licked her lips, fascinated with the way the flavor fizzled and popped on her tongue. “What is that?”
“My mating venom,” he hissed with a raspy snarl as she rubbed her thumb against the nub, watching another tiny bead of substance rise out of it. Her thumb stilled at that word. “Venom?”
“It brings pleasure only,” he assured her in a thick voice as he noticeable fought for control. “It is necessary for when we lock together in mating.”
“But it won’t hurt me?” she asked.
“It will not. You will feel only incredible pleasure when it is inside you.”
That was good enough for her in her fevered state. Her mouth already had a pleasant tingle. Diana nodded and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking him into her mouth as she took as much as she could. She was overwhelmed by more of the fizzing flavor, but once he was in her mouth, no more than a few drops emerged as she began to move up and down the length.
Silvas’s raspy moans and growls filled the cavern as she bobbed on his cock, sucking him deep and withdrawing enough to swirl her tongue around the head. He began to move his hips in small, shallow thrusts in time with the pace she set, and she became aware of a hand tangled in her hair, the claws very lightly scraping against her scalp as he held her to him. His tail wrapped around her ribcage, the soft tip flicking her left nipple. His cock twitched once in her mouth, and the taste of sweet wine from a trickle of precum hit her tongue before he jerked her head away with a low snarl.
“Not like this.” He hissed. “I need to be inside you to end this torment.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her and crowded close, his hands slipping around her calves to pull her legs forward out from beneath her ass. His lips claimed hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as she moaned. She reveled in the feel of it and his sweet flavor.
Diana dropped back onto the mossy bed as he prowled up her body to settle between her thighs, their mouths locked together as they drank from each other, their tongues twining together.
As they kissed, his hands slipped beneath her ass, the claws scraping in a light sting as he drew her bottom up closer to his pelvis. His cock slipped along her pussy, each bump striking her clit as he thrust against her. They both moaned, and he released her mouth to brush his lips along her jaw as Diana twined her arms around his nec
k, rocking against him. He slipped against her again before he finally lining his cock up at her entrance.
It was large and intimidating, far more than she had ever taken, and just the feel of it against her took her breath away. She didn’t have much experience, but enough to still know when she was in over her head. Instead of being worried, she felt need coil through her at the press of the wide head against her opening.
She arched against him as her legs locked around the back of his thighs, urging him to press into her. Silvas didn’t need any more invitation than that. He caught her gaze with his, hands on her thighs as he held her against him. He lifted her bottom just enough so that she could feel his tail as it wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to him. He dropped his cheek fully against hers so that his lips rested right against her ear. She could feel the silken glide of them against the lobe as he spoke.
“You are mine,” he hissed.
He surged into her at the fall of the last word from his lips, his cock breaching her in a long, hot glide. There was a slight burn from the stretch, drowned out by the resulting pleasure crashing through her as he fully seated himself. She was achingly full as her sex rippled around his cock. Moaning, she felt the sharp press of his claws as he tried not to move so that her body could adjust to his invasion. It was sweet, but her own need was boiling within her.
She didn’t want slow; she needed to be taken hard and thoroughly.
Diana bucked against him, and she felt his tail tighten seconds before he drew his hips back and snapped them forward, spearing into her. His cock slammed forward with such force that it made her cunt cream, and her breath left her with a ragged gasp.
“Yes! Just like that!” she cried out.
He didn’t respond except to run his tongue up her throat and nuzzle the sensitive flesh, his purr filling her ears as he thrust into her. Diana pressed her heels against the back of his thighs, her hands digging into his back. She rocked against him, rising to meet him until his rhythm increased to the point that she was unable to do more than hold on as he rutted into her with abandon.
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