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“I am not a man.” He captured both her hands and put them over her head. “I am your male.” He would remind her every day with words and deeds that she was his and he was hers. They would make a life together full of love and calves. “Keep your hands above your head.”

“But what if I want to touch you too?”

“I fear that if you touch me, it will end things too soon,” he admitted. “I want to make this good for you.”

“Then I will keep my hands here, this time.”

Suni loved her challenge. He didn’t want a mate who catered to his every need. He wanted one who would question him and keep him from making mistakes. He let go of her hands and slowly ran a hand down her body, admiring all her soft curves. She was soft in all the places he was hard, yet they fit together like they had been made for each other. He watched her expression as he explored and found her nipples were sensitive. Goosebumps broke out on her body when he lightly scraped them with his claws, and she moaned whenever he kissed her while playing with them. She had so many pleasure centers, and he hadn’t even explored her cunt.

He licked her shoulder and fought against his instinct to mark her. He wanted every male who saw her to know they belonged to each other. Leaving temptation, Suni licked his way back to her perky nipples and gave them the attention they deserved. He lapped at each one until Amma was squirming and they were hard points. Satisfied with his work, Suni nipped and licked his way down until he settled between her legs.

“This is where that amazing smell is coming from.” Suni rubbed his nose through the fur covering her cunt and groaned. “I could stay here forever.”

“It would be difficult for me to walk if you did.” Amma wiggled and his nose hit a hard little button. She sucked in a breath. “Oh.”

“Oh?” He carefully spread her cunt and was greeted by the sight of a small button engorged with blood. “What is this?” Suni asked. “Something else for me to play with?” He gave it another lick and she pushed at his horn.

“No, no, not right on my clit,” Amma said. “It doesn’t feel good.”

Suni pulled back. “Is this better?” He used the tip of his tongue to lick around the little pearl and was rewarded with the smell of fresh slick. He doubled his efforts, alternating between licking her pleasure button and catching every drop of cream she gave him. It was a drug his body craved. His cock was a hard bar against the furs and precum leaked from the tip, but he ignored it. He could hold off his pleasure until his mate reached hers three or four times. He was going to make sure his name was the only name she remembered.

Chapter 16

Amma

Amma may have been a virgin when it came to having sex, but she had read more romance books than most women her age and watched a lot of romantic movies and sometimes porn. She had even masturbated until her eyes rolled to the back of her head, but nothing compared to having Suni work his magic between her legs. All her fantasies became moot. What imaginary man could try to live up to Suni’s long, thick tongue and his attention to detail? Her thighs tightened as she felt the start of an orgasm at the base of her back. Every nerve ending in her body sang in anticipation of the best orgasm of her life. Amma’s mouth opened in a silent scream when Suni’s long tongue licked up and in, finding the elusive g-spot her cousins talked about. Amma had always teased them, saying the g-spot was a myth made up by men to keep women in their life. It was not a myth.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.” Amma tightened one hand around his horn and the other gripped his fur. As the orgasm rushed through her, she feared she may have ripped out a handful of his fur.

“That was one.” Suni nipped the inside of her thigh, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.

“That was breathtaking.” Amma blinked the black spots from her vision. She had heard of blackout orgasms but chalked it up to just talk. Not anymore. “I think my soul left my body for a second.”

“How many orgasms can human females have?” He ran the tip of a claw along her inner thigh drawing out the full body orgasm.

“I usually only have one at a time, but some women can have multiple.”

“You will have multiple. I demand it.”

“Oh, you demand it?” she half teased.

“Yes. How long do you need to recover?”

“From that one? Twenty years.” Amma giggled at his look of disbelief. “I guess it’s something we are both going to learn together.”

“I like the sound of that.” Suni lowered his head and licked her from core to clit. “I will never get enough of your taste.”

Yes, romance heroes loved going down on the girl, but in real life that didn’t happen. She remembered talking to her cousins about sex, and they said most human men couldn’t find their way around a pussy with a dumbed-down map and verbal instructions. Suni not only wanted to lick her, but he enjoyed it. She was one lucky woman.

“Are you ready for me to do it again?” Suni nibbled up and down her thighs. “I miss the taste of you on my tongue.”

“Yes?” She had no idea if she was ready for another round, but she was willing to try.

“Is that a question or statement?” He gently nipped her and licked the sting away. “I will not do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” Amma said. “I’ve never had more than one orgasm in a day, but I trust you and want to try new things with you.”

Amma realized later that she’d have to reconsider her ability to make smart decisions. When she gave Suni permission to keep going, he wound her up and held her on a tightrope while he played her like a piano. She never knew a woman could have six orgasms in a row, and many of them lasted more than a few seconds. Suni chuckled as he kissed his way back up her body and nuzzled her cheek.

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