Page 53 of Primal Call

Jasper laughed, delighted by the mock disapproval in his mate's tone. As if roused by the sound, Zee stirred. She eyed them for a moment — no treats? — before stretching languidly and padding out through the door flap, no doubt intent on wheedling food from any clan member susceptible to her guileless charms.

"Like you're one to talk," Jasper teased, reaching up to trace the curve of Kyral's jaw with gentle fingertips. "I seem to recall a certain someone getting very spoiled indeed after his treatment."

Kyral's eyes danced with warmth as he leaned into the tender caress. "Can you blame me?" he rumbled, his voice dropping to that rich, sinful register that never failed to send a delicious shiver down Jasper's spine. "I had years of deprivation to make up for."

In a single fluid motion, Kyral wrapped his powerful arms around Jasper's waist and pulled him flush against the solid planes of his body. Jasper went willingly, his breath catching at the blazing heat that seemed to radiate from Kyral's very skin.

As their lips met in a slow, smoldering kiss, Jasper felt the tension of the day melting away, replaced by a sense of profound peace and contentment. This was everything he had ever dared to dream of: a life shared with someone.

Kyral's calloused hands roamed freely across Jasper's back, his touch equal parts reverent and possessive. Jasper arched into the exquisite contact, his fingers tangling in the silken strands of Kyral's mane as their kiss deepened.

There was no urgency in their motions, only a languid exploration of familiar territory. They had all the time in the world to map every dip and swell, to visit the intricate roadmap of scars and sensitive places that made up the landscape of each other's bodies.

Soon, their clothing was thrown to the floor, discarded with practiced ease. Jasper shivered as Kyral's clever fingers traced delirious patterns across his skin.

Finally, when the last flimsy barrier had been cast aside, Kyral scooped Jasper up in his powerful arms and carried him the few steps to their bed. Jasper clung to the solid warmth of his mate, his heart overflowing with a sense of profound gratitude and love.

Kyral hovered over him, their breaths mingling in the charged air. Jasper shivered as Kyral kissed him for what felt like an eternity.

Then Kyral reached out to a lockbox by the bed. Jasper watched through half-lidded eyes as his mate retrieved something glinting from within. Kyral revealed the remaining gems, now fashioned into a delicate necklace.

He settled the cool weight of the gems against Jasper’s chest. Jasper shivered, looking down at the sight — more money than he'd ever seen in his life, sparkling on his bare chest.

His eyes met Kyral’s, and he saw nothing but unfiltered love and admiration.

“You are my real treasure,” Kyral murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “These gems are nothing compared to you.”

Jasper felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He remembered how he had started this journey — stolen and sold like an object.

Now, here he was, being treasured as something invaluable.

Jasper’s breath hitched as Kyral’s fingers traced the line of his jaw, sending shivers down his spine. He felt Kyral's intense gaze on him, those piercing green eyes filled with a blend of tenderness and raw desire that made his heart race.

His hands roamed over Kyral’s broad shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles beneath his fingertips. The Borraq warrior’s touch was possessive yet gentle, guiding Jasper with an unspoken promise of pleasure and connection.

When Kyral’s roaming fingers brushed against Jasper’s cock, he gasped, his body arching into the touch. “Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling with need.

Kyral's hand moved with deliberate precision, fingers curling around Jasper's cock in a way that sent shivers down his spine. His mate knew exactly how to touch him.

Jasper's breath hitched, his body arching into the touch as pleasure coursed through him. He glanced down along his own body, his gaze fixating on the sight of Kyral's golden hand wrapped around his cock. The contrast between their skin tones was striking.

And he wasn't the only one affected. Kyral's cocks were both hard with need.

With trembling fingers, Jasper reached down and tentatively wrapped his hand around one of them. The warmth radiating from it was intense, needy. He marveled at the heft and thickness, feeling the powerful throb of Kyral's arousal.

Slowly, he began to stroke it. Kyral's breath hitched, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Jasper could see the heat building in Kyral's eyes, a primal need that made his heart race.

Soon, Kyral couldn't hold back any longer. His eyes dark with lust, he slid his hand down between them. He prepared Jasper with careful, deliberate strokes, slicking him up. The sensation was both intimate and electrifying, building a tension that always left Jasper trembling with anticipation.

When Kyral finally entered him, Jasper cried out softly, overwhelmed by the exquisite blend of pleasure and ache. He clung to Kyral’s shoulders, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm.

Kyral’s thrusts were slow at first, each one measured and controlled. He kissed Jasper deeply, their tongues tangling as their connection deepened. Jasper felt every inch of Kyral inside him, filling him completely and making him feel whole.

“Jasper,” Kyral growled against his ear, the sound sending a jolt of arousal through him. “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” Jasper gasped in response. “Always.”

Their climax was simultaneous and shattering. Jasper cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over him, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy. Kyral roared his release, holding Jasper tightly as they rode out the storm together.

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