Page 45 of Quick on the Claw

Zak took a deep breath, letting his hopes and dreams flow freely. “I see a kingdom that embraces change while honoring our traditions. Where our people are open to new ideas and new alliances. I see you, continuing to teach and inspire our youth, bridging the gap between our worlds. I see us, working side by side to make Nova Aurora a beacon of progress and unity.”

He paused, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. “And... I see a family. Our family. Children who will grow up understanding and cherishing both their Nova Auroran and Earth heritage.”

Tiffany’s breath caught, her eyes shining with emotion. “Oh, Zak,” she whispered. “It sounds perfect. All of it.”

“It won’t be easy,” Zak warned, not wanting to sugarcoat the challenges ahead. “There will be resistance, especially from the old guard. We’ll face obstacles we can’t even imagine yet.”

Tiffany nodded, her expression determined. “I know. But we’ll face them together. And honestly? I’m kind of looking forward to it. We’re going to shake things up around here, my handsome panther.”

Zak chuckled, loving her spirit. “That we are, my love. That we are.”

He couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t have a chance. The scent of her arousal rose from her body, surrounding them in a cloud of pure lust that destroyed his inhibitions.

He barely knew where he was now. Zak’s entire world had narrowed to Tiffany … not just her scent but the warm press of her body, her breath coming fast, and the thrill of her hands stroking him anywhere she could reach.

He sat up, pulling his shirt over his head. He saw Tiffany’s lips part. Zak realized she was admiring him and paused, letting her take a good look. She sat up slowly, her hands coming up so she could run her fingers across his chest.

“I never get tired of looking at you. You’re gorgeous,” she murmured. Zak didn’t know how to react. Having his mate worship him felt surreal.

Her scent and his pounding blood were threatening to obliterate his will, but he stayed still. There was no way he was going to interrupt this beautiful woman while she explored him. The torture was utterly delicious as she traced her fingertips along his chest, pausing to examine prominent muscles or scars.

Zak grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into the blanket gently. Then he parted her legs, ran his hands down her silky thighs, and dove down. She shivered as his hands pushed up the dress, and his mouth got closer to her center. He paused for a moment, unsure if this was what she really wanted, then he felt her hand on his head, gripping his hair and unmistakably urging him down.

Zak moaned as his lips touched her sleek heat. He wrapped his mouth around her pleasure center, lapping at it with his tongue and sucking on it. Tiffany’s hand tightened in his hair, and she thrust her hips up, moaning repeatedly. He slid his tongue lower, exploring her and looking for more of her arousal. Tiffany writhed under him, trying to open her legs farther.

As he slid his tongue into her, Tiffany let out a sharp cry, followed by a long, low moan. Her hand tightened in his hair, and she tried to thrust toward him, holding his mouth in position. He gripped her thighs tightly and obeyed her, instinctively knowing exactly where she wanted more pressure. She rocked her hips against him, one hand savagely gripping his hair as she moved him back and forth to her own rhythm. Tiffany gasped, shuddering as if the breath was caught in her chest.

Suddenly, she came, letting out a howl that made the birds sing. Zak moaned, using his tongue to feel every single deep spasm, and trying to lap up every last drop of her.

He rested her thighs across his shoulders, looking down on her with wonder. She smiled up at him. Her expression was lazy and satisfied. Zak gently put her legs down and then stood, his hands going to his pants.

Tiffany watched with wide, hungry eyes. He loved the way her eyes crept slowly across his body as if she needed to memorize every edge and shadow. He had never been admired with such careful, attentive focus.

He pulled off his pants and let them fall to the blanket. Tiffany reached for him. He moved closer to her, and she grabbed his cock, sitting back on his heels so she could get a good grip and run her hand up and down the hard length.

Zak was experiencing another extreme moment of self-control. He was so aroused that all he could think about was sliding into her.

Zak trembled as he felt her breath brush against his hard length while her fingers squeezed him gently. He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back, tension running through him.

Tiffany’s warm, slick tongue flicked out and caressed the head of his cock. Zak made a strangled cry, trying not to react. Then he felt her lips wrapping around him as she slowly sucked him down her throat.

It was so hard to keep still as trembles ran through his bones, his muscles shrieking in protest as he begged them not to react. Tiffany kept running her lips and tongue up and down the shaft, pausing to suck every now and then. Zak felt like he was going to explode … not just with an orgasm, but with every inch of his body.

“My queen…”

When Tiffany paused, he looked down at her, seeing her big, wide eyes turned up to his face with an expression of need that made him completely weak. He dropped to his knees, lifted her legs, and wrapped his hands around her ass to lift her and place her legs to either side of his while he sat back down on his heels.

Tiffany curled her arms around his neck and slid down until he was at her entrance. The intimacy was not lost on him. His mate. His queen. His everything, was offering herself to him.

He let go of her with one hand so he could guide himself into her. As his hardness pressed at her entrance, she moaned. Zak was caught up watching her face as she took him in.

As she lowered and took him all the way, chills ran up and down his spine. He had never been so hard, and he loved the feel of her muscles gripping him, tightening around him, and welcoming him home. Their gazes met and he gripped her by the hips and lifted her before dropping her down slowly.

“Don’t make me beg,” she whispered.

“My queen doesn’t have to beg,” he said, holding on to his control by a thread. “Unless she wants to.”

Zak gripped her hips and lifted and dropped her faster, watching her face as she closed her eyes and gasped in response to his every move. Her nails dug into the back of his neck. His cock hardened against her soft folds, opening her even farther. He moaned. She felt amazing. Perfect.

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