Page 9 of Unexpected Mate

The pace suddenly changed and his fingers began moving in and out of me with the same speed I had watched them fly across a keyboard. With each stroke, he rubbed against the hidden spot and forced the coil inside of me to tighten like a constrictor around its prey. A little sob escaped around the finger in my mouth as my release neared. This wasn’t enough, I needed more.

Forgetting about my fangs, I accidentally nicked his finger as I sucked him harder. It wasn’t a deep wound, but the coppery tang of his blood still filled my mouth. I fought to hang onto my control as my dragon surged forward; the blood setting off every primal instinct. All that I could think was that this man was mine, and yet he remained unclaimed.

His mouth pressed against me, his breath stirring the fine hairs at the nape of my neck sending chills traveling my body. I couldn’t help myself, I ground my hips against him as his fingers continued to pump in and out of me.

Through the haze of my desire, I saw the twins had slid their pants off their hips, their erections stiff and long. They mesmerized me for a moment as I watched them stroke and squeeze themselves. Neither man had noticed the other; both were focused solely on me.

My climax came, and I screamed Leo’s name in absolute ecstasy. My body trembled as I fell back against him, panting. Gently he cradled me against his chest before moving me up the bed and resting my head on the cloud filledpillows. For a few minutes he lay beside me, simply stroking the hair away from my face and memorizing every detail of it. Smiling, I traced his face with my fingers.

“Are you ready for us to claim each other?” His voice wavered, giving away the fact that he was worried I would change my mind.

Instead of answering him, I began unbuttoning his shirt, ready to be rid of any barriers between us. His smile was breathtaking, and he shoved my hands aside so he could strip as quickly as possible, earning a laugh from me over his sudden eagerness.

He jumped back onto the bed, bouncing me as his weight slammed into the mattress. Capturing my lips with his own, he kissed me with a thoroughness that curled my toes. His hands untied the string that was barely holding my flimsy gown around my hips, and then we were both bare in front of each other.

I drank in every inch of him. He was lean, not skinny, but also not as heavily muscled as my wolves. It was clear he was in shape; perhaps a swimmer, or maybe a runner. His skin was a creamy color rather than tanned; it was clear he spent most of his time in front of a computer rather than outside. His erection was rigid, and warmth flooded my belly again. He may not be as big as certain other mates, but he was beautiful. Perfect.

I reached down and hesitantly wrapped my fingers around his rigid member. His breath came out in a hiss, and his erection jerked hard in my hand. Feeling encouraged, Imoved my thumb over the tip, the digit becoming wet as it slid through the evidence of his desire. Leo’s body trembled.

“I need to tell you something,” he gasped.

I froze, my eyes snapping up to his face.

“Among the wizards, nadir are not guaranteed to become a mate,” he continued. “Most remain unmarried, which the wizards prefer, as they do not want to risk diluting bloodlines and weakening the magic. A few will marry other nadir, although receiving permission from the council to approve these marriages is nearly impossible. However, it is acceptable for a family to take in an adult nadir, if a female member has taken an interest in a particular nadir. The females are careful to not produce offspring with the nadir; he is but a plaything. Life as a nadir can be very lonely, so most nadir will jump at the opportunity to join a family, even in the knowledge that they will never truly be accepted as a part of the family.”

“How can the council be so cruel?” I asked in astonishment. I had grown to respect the wizards under my roof. Their honor was of supreme importance to them, and I knew they were strong allies in the upcoming attack. However, I couldn’t understand their indifference toward members of their community.

“They don’t see it as cruelty, none of the community views it that way,” Leo explained. “It’s been this way for so long, for so many centuries, that no one even thinks of questioning it. But that’s not what I wanted to tell you. Nadirs are seen as those who provide within the community. We provide services, food, hard labor, and in many situations, relief from sexual tension. We can say no, but it is frowned upon. I havehad things requested of me many times, private things, and I have always refused. The council has allowed my continued refusal because of my skills with tech. They would rather I focus on work for them, than assist another wizard with their personal needs.”

My horror must have shown on my face, because he stopped speaking, and pressed his lips against mine. It proved to be a handy distraction, and I quickly forgot what we had been discussing. He reluctantly pulled away.

“I need to finish, but I will make it quick,” he said.

“I want to finish too, and I don’t care if it is slow or fast!” I tried to pull his head back down so we could continue our kiss… and other things.

Leo barked out a laugh, confusing me.

“I meant I needed to finish explaining something,” he said with a smile. “You are quite a little minx! As I said before, I refused the requests. The council didn’t force the issue. I focused on my work. So… I haven’t ever been with a woman. This will be my first time.”

His cheeks flushed red at his confession, and I fought the desire to cover his adorable face with kisses.

“You will be my first, and my only, forever.”

My heart swelled with love toward this gentle genius of a guy.

“I love you, Leo.” The words didn’t seem to be enough in that moment, but it was all that came out.

He pulled me into his arms, and our lips melded together. I loved the feeling his skin pressed firmly against the length of my body for the first time. Nothing between us. Ourhands began feverishly touching and exploring each other’s bodies. As my hand found his erection, he groaned into my mouth. I let my hand glide lower until I held his testicles in my hand, I gently massaged him, feeling the skin tighten under my attention.

“Darling, I will not last long if you keep touching me.” His voice was rough, as though he had swallowed gravel.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, threw a leg over his hip, and then rolled, pulling him on top of me. He used his arms to lift some of his weight off my body and stared down into my eyes. I could see the reflection of my glowing blue irises in his own eyes.

“Please. Claim me.” I couldn’t hide the desperation in my voice.

He shifted, lining himself up at my slick entrance, and then thrusted inside me with one smooth stroke.

I moaned as my walls stretched to accommodate him. He trembled as he sunk so deep he could go no further. Inch by inch, he slid out of me, before thrusting back into my hot channel. His rhythm was excruciatingly slow and yet steady, each stroke fanning the flames of need inside me.

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