Page 77 of Dealing With Drak

“Hi, Caleb,” I hear B’rook greet cheerfully. “Where’s Anna and Drak?”

“Violating my eyes and ears,” Cay-leb grumbles.

“What?” Terum asks, sounding almost concerned.

“Mating!” Meg-ham cheers, explaining Cay-leb’s meaning. She must be joining the group for today. Louder, she calls out, “Get it guurrrl!”

An-nana stiffens in my arms. “Was that Megan?”

“Mhm,” I hum, picking her up as I stand. “She is wishing for me to mate you thoroughly.”

Her eyes darken, and I scent her arousal in the air. “Maybe you should do that then.”

“Do not worry, my mate. I will.”

I take her to our bed to do just that.

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Anna

You’d think I was dying and Drak’s mouth was the elixir of life with the way I’m kissing him right now. These past however many hours since my fuckup have been nothing short of torture. I missed him like I’ve never missed anything. Craved him desperately. And now that I finally have him, I’m not letting him go ever again.

“I love you,” I gasp into his lips.

“My mate,” he sighs happily. “I love you too.”

“Get my clothes off,” I demand. “We’re both wearing too many.”

I’m literally whining at him, and I don’t even care how rabid I must sound.

While Drak carefully peels every bit of fabric from my body, I fumble, trying to push his off too. Eventually, there’s nothing between us. Just the way it should be.

“I want to have your babies, you know?” I ask him through passionate kisses. “I didn’t want to say it during my apology because I didn’t want it to sound like I was trying to manipulate you into forgiving me. But I have to tell you because there’s no way I want you to pull out before this thing starts vibrating and warming me up inside.”

I punctuate my claim by stroking his cock in a firm circular motion.

“My mate,” he whispers as a powerful shudder rolls through him. “You are certain? I will wait for you if you are not ready?—”

“I’m positive,” I cut in firmly, kissing his soul seed with a quick peck. His chest smells like home. “Drak, I haven’t been truly alive in far too long, and I’m not going to wait to live my life with you for even a second longer. I’m not scared. I know that with you, I can handle anything. And I want to handle this. I want you to make me a mom because I think seeing you be a dad is only going to make me fall in love with you further.”

Before I can ask if he feels the same, his lips crush down against mine.

Tongues teasing and breaths being shared, Drak makes me melt as he walks me to our bed. It’s huge and soft but sturdy enough to handle the naughty things he’s about to do to me. His sheets surround me with his scent, turning me on even more.

My mate cages me in from above, his size controlling my every move while his hand drops down to my sex, swiping gentle fingers through my slick folds. I’m not ashamed of how obviously aroused I am. It’s impossible not to be around him.

“Inside me,” I croak. “You have to stretch me out for your cock, baby. I want it so badly.” I don’t have to beg and plead, he listens to my needs and delivers immediately.

Drak lets out a groan, slowly sinking a thick finger into my cunt. It goes in relatively easily, but before him, it’d been so long since I’d had anything other than my hand to get myself off.

“God, even your finger is a stretch,” I mewl, head tipping back.

Seeing my exposed throat, he lunges forward, dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin. Beginning to pepper my neck with kisses, he slowly pumps his finger in and out of me. When I moan, he takes the cue to keep going. He moves his hand in tandem, teasing me in both places.

“Is this all for me, Mean One?” he purrs against my neck. “Your pretty cunt is sucking on my finger.”

Christ, that’s vulgar. I love it.

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