Page 37 of The Highseer's Mate

“It’s never done this before,” he grunts. “Glows, this feels—”

He licks his bottom lip and tears my panties away in a single flick of his finger. I squeak and then grip the furs.

I’m nervous. I want him. God, I want him. But it isn’t just a physical act. This is so much more.

My heart thumps in anticipation, dying for his next move.

He reaches between my legs and slides his fingers through my folds, wetting them. He rubs up and down my clit and I nearly come undone—the rough sensation making my pussy clench.

“That spot is sensitive for you, Mate.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and nod.

Varek learns quickly. He pays special attention to my clit as he lines up his luminescent cock. I’m aching for him. Too empty and soaked with desire. My body is humming with need and I almost wiggle my hips as I feel the head of his cock press against my opening.

Circling his finger on my clit, his hips push forward. His cock spears me open—a slow, aching violation that makes my fingers curl into the furs. It’s slightly painful, but oh, so fucking delicious as he enters me. Inch, by inch, by slow, decadent inch.

He’s thick and fuck if I can’t feel the pulsating glows, like a sexy beacon of pleasure rippling inside my tight channel.

The pain in my chest dissipates into a warmth that consumes me.

“Mm,” Varek grunts as he works himself inside my pussy. His eyes are the darkest shade I’ve seen them, the little flecks of gold shining as his pupils blow wide. “Your body. Your cunt is—”

His vulgar words make my stomach flutter and I grow bold. I don’t want anything between us anymore. I reach behind my back and undo my bra, sliding it off.

He watches me, his hips stilling.

“You are stunning,” he grunts. With one more push, he’s fully seated inside me and I can’t think straight.

He’s stretching me. Owning me. His cock was fucking made for me.

He leans down and goes for my neck again, licking my skin and searing me from the inside out. I arch into him and buck my hips, grinding into his cock. The pulsating intensifies and I can’t help but cry out.

It feels too fucking good.

“Glows, Paige,” he grunts in my ear. “This is… This is—”

I wrap my legs around his waist and tug his face to mine. “Kiss me.”

“Kiss?”

“Put your lips on mine, Varek.”

His gaze softens and then darkens again, longingly staring at my lips as I wet them with my tongue. He follows my every move and then strikes, capturing my mouth with his.

It’s a searing, stumbling kiss. Our tongues lash and caress—fight and make up. He tastes delicious. He’s sweet like pineapples with a spice like cinnamon. I’m in heaven, arching into him as he devours my lips.

My heart pounds in my ears and my chest constricts, but not with pain. With something else. Something very different.

I groan into his mouth and roll my hips. Varek shakes above me, his eyes rolling back.

“Mine,” he growls into the crook of my neck.

For the first time, his hips buck into me. He draws out and slams in with a delicious, claiming force that tears the breath right out of my lungs.

“Oh, God,” I groan.

“Mine,” he growls again. He slides out of my all the way and then fucks back in, spearing me in two. My legs shake as pure ecstasy shatters through my body. He grips my hips almost painfully and holds me in place as he finds a rhythm—a punishing and delightful rhythm that has me flying high and whimpering out of control.

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