Page 65 of Sheltered in the Storm

Utterly lost, I rested my forehead against hers. “What should I do?”

My Calla looked into my eyes and laced her fingers tenderly through mine. “I’m your Calla, and you’re my Vos. You know how to take my pain away.”

Understanding, warm and reassuring, rolled through me, taking away my worry and hurt. Ididknow. I had known from the moment I first held her in my arms.

“Let me feel this with you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “Take me, Vos.”

I kissed her forehead, wrapped my free arm around her, and cooed.

She relaxed into my embrace with a sigh that almost sounded like a sob, but I saw no grief on her face…only desire and trust.

With my tentacle around her waist to steady her, I withdrew my cock and then slid back inside her, much more gently than before. My knot fit her far easier now, and she did not wince.

Still, I did not move again until she lay her head on my chest. “Yes,” she whispered. “Like that.”

For all the frenzy and pleasure of my earlier thrusting, that was not what I wanted now that I understood what we were sharing. My desire built again, much more gradually, with every slow slide of my cock in and out of her.

A new kind of pleasure coursed through me—pure and powerful, rolling through my body in waves. My knot swelledslowly, but my mate took it perfectly. Each time it entered her and then withdrew, we trembled together.

“I am not hurting you?” I murmured, tipping her chin up so I could see her face. “Tell me if I am.”

“No.” Her shimmering gaze met mine. “Not at all.”

My body was made for hers. All other wonders of the universe paled in comparison to this.

My release built with every thrust, but I could not come until I gave my Calla another release of her own. I needed to hear her cry out and feel her flutter around my cock again. Only then could I find my completion.

Gently, I turned her away from me, wrapped one arm around her waist, and thrust inside her from behind as my fingers found her swollen clit.

She gasped, her head falling back. “Yes. More.More, Vos. Harder now.”

My cock head rubbed against her G-spot as my hand ministered to her clit. Her cries became more desperate, the pitch rising in a way I knew so well.

“My beautiful Calla,” I said, my voice guttural. “Come for me.”

She came undone with a desperate, warbling cry, her body going rigid and then boneless in my arms, her release a flood of honey. I held her tightly against my chest and thrust fully into her sweet heat. Every time she squeezed around my cock, I growled, the sound ripped from somewhere inside me that was purely monstrous.

As I slid my knot inside her once again to seat myself fully within her, my ears filled with a rushing sound that drowned out all else. My balls tightened, and my knot swelled, locking me inside my mate in a new sensation that grayed my vision completely.

Nothing in my life had ever felt so good as this.

With a helpless, plummeting sensation like hurtling over acliff, the wave of pure pleasure broke. I came hard, my body convulsing and hips jerking, my tentacles swirling in the water.

“Fill me, Vos,” Calla said, the back of her head against my chest, her chest heaving and her nails digging into my thighs in a way I would feel in my dreams. “Fill me completely.”

With my throbbing cock and knot buried inside her, I emptied myself into my mate in spurts that wracked my body one hot pulse at a time, until I had nothing left. I had never come like this, not even with my Calla.

I felt both hollow and full to bursting, utterly spent and more alive than ever before, torn apart and yet completely whole, buried to the hilt inside my mate and unable to withdraw from her, my cum filling her completely, as she had asked me to do.

“Calla,” I murmured, my lips on her hair. “My Calla?”

“I’m all right.” She released her grip on my thighs and held on to my arms with shaking hands. When she took a breath, the sound was ragged. “Gods, Vos. That was…I’ve never…I’ve never taken anyone’s knot before. I never wanted to.”

It was a selfish thought, and I would never have thought less of her nor held it against her if the situation had been different, but I was glad we had shared the wonder of this first time together. This new way to join our bodies was ours alone.

“You do not regret it?” I asked, because the silence had stretched out.

“No.” Her voice was quiet, though, so even without seeing her face, I knew something weighed on her mind. “Do you?” she asked.

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