Page 14 of Ulune's Daughter

She quiets in my arms, all tension draining out of her muscles, becoming a warm, heavy weight against my side and shoulder. I can’t help touching her, stroking her midnight hair, turning my head so her soft breaths blow across my lips. But I keep my touches respectful. She brought the Cait to bed, not the man. I want her consent before I touch her in any way the Cait would not.

My circumspection becomes a moot point.

I must sleep deeply, having lost so many hours to her thrashing. Delicious friction along my cock and stomach draws me up out of dreams of easy hunts. She’s fully atop me, her weight pressing me into the mattress. Her arms are wound around my shoulders, holding me tight. Her thighs clasp my hips; her firm calves threaded beneath my knees. I luxuriate in her weight and heat, smiling into the cloud of her hair as she nuzzles into my neck.

Then she rolls her hips.

She’s centered the ridge of my cock between her spread lips. My tip drags over the bump of her swollen clit. She’s worn a soft camisole to bed but no bottoms. We’re skin to slick, hot skin, and I have to reach up and grab the headboard to hold myself still. If I move more than a twitch, I’ll sink into her.

She sighs against my throat, a sweet, breathy sound of contentment. Somewhere, deep in her sleeping mind, she knows she’s in her mate’s arms. She knows there’s nothing but safety and pleasure here.

She wriggles up an inch and when she rolls her hips against me again, my tip slips into her.

Her body gobbles me up. Engulfing slippery heat. She can’t possibly suck me into her—not even the most fearsome dark fae has a mouth down there—but it feels that way. There’s no resistance, just the sweetest friction as she takes me in all the way to the furnace of her core.

I grip the headboard desperately. I don’t know what I should do.

Do I ease her away? Every instinct rebels at the idea. I absolutely want this. I came here to claim my mate and although I wouldn’t have done so without her consent, there’s nothing more I want in this moment than to give her the pleasure she craves while I fill her with my seed.

Doesshewant this? She initiated it. She’s rubbing against me, nuzzling and nestling as she takes the scent and flavor of my skin deep, as she works me in and out of her clutching, clenching sheath. It’s no surprise she delights in my scent and form. Her human side might only perceive virile male, but her fae blood must be chiming with the recognition of her mate. She’ll desire our joining at that primitive level as much as I do.

But what will she say when she wakes? Her breathing is still deep with sleep, even as her exhales become soft moans of need. She’s not conscious. This is a mating driven by proximity, by primal drives, not conscious direction. Would she acknowledge any of that if she woke in the moment, or would she scream and hurl herself away from the stranger inside her?

I chew my lip, undecided. I’m not a creature of indecision. Both as Cait and man, I resolve on a course of action informed by instinct and intellect, and swiftly carry through. Prey doesn’t wait for me to debate the moral niceties of the kill. My enemies don’t dither while I decide to attack or retreat.

My mate is neither prey nor enemy. She deserves more consideration.

She deserves everything I have to give her.

That settles me. This isn’t about my need; it’s about hers. She sought pleasure unconsciously. As her mate, it’s my duty and privilege to fulfill her needs. I slide my arms around her and hold her as she pumps her hips against mine. I force back the drive toward completion and the building tension that heralds the rising of my spines. When I breed her, there won’t be any way to avoid raking her. It’s the way my body’s made, and if she has enough of our shared blood, when she’s ready to be mated, she’ll crave my spines.

But tonight, I can concentrate on her pleasure and take my own outside her hot, greedy pussy.

I spread my knees and work against her motion, increasing the friction. When that position doesn’t provide enough stimulation of the wet nub that presses against my root with every thrust, I reach down between us and trace a circle over it with my thumb. Without the drive to my own release, I can take the time to play, to discover. Circles make her hips work in a seeking rondel, mimicking my motion. Rubbing in a U shape over her hood leads to the discovery that she’s much more sensitive on her right side. She gasps into my neck, her soft belly crunching into ridges of tension. Pressing with my nail, which is much too sharp for a human and needs to be filed along with my teeth, wrings the sweetest whines of fulfilment out of her, even as her hips jerk until I’m buried to the root.

Her body grips mine over and over and I wish for nothing more than to be able to give her the seed she’s seeking. I give her all that I can without waking her, without startling her out of what must be very heated dreams.

She relaxes slowly against me, her arms releasing their tight grip around my shoulders, her legs sliding down to cradle mine. My cock’s still hard and aching but being held deep inside her gives me a sense of contentment and connection like nothing I’ve felt before. I wallow in it and let the tension in my balls ebb. I plan to spray my seed all over her bed tomorrow, when it has time to dry before she comes home. No need to do it tonight, even though the urge is strong.

When she shifts to the side, I ease out of her. I stroke her soft buttocks and thighs in wonder. My perfect mate who knows what she wants, awake or asleep, and takes it. There’s no hesitation. She’s as much a creature of action as I am.

I admire her and we’ve never even had a conversation.

That’s something I have to rectify as soon as possible. Even if I have to pose as Luca to do it. She has no reason to talk to me. I’m not one of her students. We don’t share an Element. We may never cross paths if I don’t engineer a meeting. I have to let her know me so she can love me as a man as well as a Cait.

Chapter6

Love Unlocked

RHODES

It’s official; I’m a stalker.

I can’t help it. I’ve heard so much about this woman, felt threatened by her for so long, now that she’s back at Bevvy I have to meet her, see what’s so special about her.

See who I’m losing to.

I follow her from her cozy house in town to the museum where she spends most of her time. I keep my hoodie up and stay far enough back that she doesn’t notice me.

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