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“Mmm.” She pauses, perhaps searching for a few more syllables. “All of you, Lash. I want all of you.”

“You’re perfect, Zoya. Perfect for me.”

I worship at the altar between her legs, lapping, licking, gently nipping as my hair grazes her belly. I don’t need to look at her expression to know how deeply sensual this feels to her.

Her scent alone is thick in our little bedroom, curling in my nostrils, lighting my senses on fire. And her hands are gripping my furred shoulders. If they weren’t covered in hair, I’d thinkthey were magnetized; my Starlight can’t keep her hands off my soft pelt.

She’s moaning now. Shameless as she thrusts against me, wordlessly asking for more.

“I need…” she gasps.

I know just what she needs, and I don’t want to make her wait another second. If there’s one thing I’ve discovered, my mate is capable of endless pleasure. She might as well start now.

Careful that my claws stay sheathed, I reach to her little pucker and press just hard enough to make my presence known. She gasps, takes a tiny step forward, away from the pressure, and then stops herself.

“I won’t hurt you, love. Does it feel good?”

Dipping my finger in the arousal dripping on her thigh, I return to the little bud, not even trying to enter, just wanting to turn on every inch of her body.

“I’m… I’m not sure.” When I move my finger in a tight circle, she harshly huffs in air, then purrs, “Don’t stop.”

Perhaps she can feel my lips curl into a smile as I internally praise her courage.

With my other thumb pressing against her clit, I focus my efforts on making this woman, this perfect female, come. Makingcertain she feels my pelt against her hips, I let her know every cell and fiber of my body is engaged in giving her pleasure.

I moan, interspersed with sharp, quiet yips of joy, moving my head with every slow lick along her slit, sliding my tongue as deeply as possible inside her channel. I give her everything. Working her with all of me, even my mind as I silently urge her to let go, to come for me.

And she does. First, her thighs tighten, she gasps, and her nails prick my flesh even through my fur. Then she’s coming with long, low moans of pleasure so intense they sound like pain.

My sweet Zoya lets filthy words fall from her lips. “Fuck!… Blin!… Too m—” Her channel spasms around my tongue as she shakes and quivers. She’s in so much ecstasy I’m jealous, wishing I could live inside her skin for just a few seconds.

I nurse her through her pleasure and am not sure if she’s having one long rolling orgasm or several small ones with the tiniest pauses between each one. It doesn’t matter. It’s just beautiful to watch.

“Lash.”

She eases away from me, though her fingers are still gripping my pelt as she half-sits, half-falls onto the bed. I don’t know how she manages to do it, but she laughs. Not little giggles, but loud, hearty guffaws that somehow speak to how much pleasure she just endured.

“Magic, love.”

I’m not sure which is better, providing that much pleasure to my mate, or having her call me magic.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Zoya

My head is spinning. My thoughts are gray, swirly things that make little sense. That’s why I’m listening extra hard to what Lash is repeating.

“I imagine a nap would be nice, Starlight, but you’re relaxed and loose. Perhaps now is the best time for me to mate you… to knot you.”

My forehead wrinkles as I try to make sense of his words.

“Yes. Relaxed.” I think he wants to knot me. “Yes.”

He joins me on the bed, kissing and petting me, soothing me with his touch, his words.

“Love you, Starlight. This will ensure we’re mates forever.”

In my dreamy state, that sounds wonderful.

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