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“Don’t you want to try these on?” she asked, her voice teasing and it sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

I wasn’t used to being teased. Everyone from my plane was too intimidated by my size and the stories of my battles.

Not this female. My mate isn’t afraid of me.

“Is there any more food to put away?” I asked, and her eyes widened as she identified the glint in my gaze for what it was—pure lust.

“W-well, no,” she gasped, as I swept her into my arms. She dropped the bag she had in her hands as I took her to our bed. I laid her out on it and she sat up, but with nothing more than a push of my forefinger, she fell backward again.

Her long dark brown hair was spread behind her—her scent rich and luscious with arousal. I took my time tugging at the front of her blouse, pulling downward until she unhooked thelittle flat latches to the front of her clothes.

I growled low in my throat as she bared herself to me, but scowled at the covering over her breasts she insisted on wearing. I attempted to swipe the center with my claw, but realized belatedly that I’d already dulled them so I could use my fingers to pleasure her.

I used my fangs instead. With one quick bite that made her yelp, she was freed.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, “That was an expensive bra!”

“I’ll buy you dozens more, I promise,” I told her, not knowing how much the delicate fabric would cost, but I would work my fingers to the bone if it meant that I could bare her perfect breasts for my view every time I wanted to.

I grinned at the beauties in front of me, cupping them between my palms with appreciation.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Becca

Such a male.

He was smiling at my breasts again, and it made pride fill me. Ididhave great breasts. There might be stretch marks and a mole on the underside of one, but they were full and hadn’t started to sag yet.

As Rok released a purr, rubbing his tusks and face over them, I giggled. I was almost certain that this male wouldn’t mind it when they started to sag either. He just loved having access to them.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, his lids heavy as he looked up at me.

My male. My mate.

I still wasn’t sure if I was in the middle of a fever dream or not, but if I was, I hope I never woke up. Having him here with me was fulfilling the parts of me that had felt empty. He was the missing piece.

He ran his wide tongue over my nipple and I felt my pussy clench with longing. My head tipped back on a moan as he dipped his fingers under my skirt, running his hands up my thighs.

“Rok,” I gasped, burying my hands in his hair and tipping his face up to mine. He tilted his head in question and I licked my lips with trepidation. “I just… I want you to know that I think I can fall in love with you,” I whispered and watched his eyes widen as his lips parted. “I know you think I’m brave, but it’s nothing compared to you. You handled this change as though it was nothing. You deal with everything as it comes and it doesn’t phase you. You can’t know how astounding that is to me,” I told him with a small laugh, shaking my head.

“I’m the exact opposite. Change scares me and I’m pretty much stuck in my ways,” I whispered, running my fingers through his silky locks. “I-I think you were made for me,” I added with a tremble of my lower lip. “To show me the fun that life has to offer. To open my eyes to new things and to fill the empty place inside.”

I pressed my fingers to my chest and he did as well, awe in his gaze.

“You feel it too?” he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded and he nuzzled against where my fingers were.

“I’ve been whole since I met you, my Becca. Let me make you whole, too,” he murmured, and the tears I’d been trying to hold back leaked down my cheeks at his words.

“Okay,” I told him, cupping his cheeks and raising his face to mine. “You deserve the best blowjob ever for that.”

“What’s a blowjob?” he asked, his voice muffled as I kissed him with a laugh.

“I’m going to suck your cock until you come down my throat,” I giggled, the dirty words making me wetter than I was before. The images that played in my head—of sucking on this sexy male’sthick cock—made me whimper.

His groan was loud as he slid his hand further up my thigh. “Not until I get my fill of you, my mate. This sweet treat will be mine,” he purred and I gasped as his fingers ran over my soaking pussy.

“Please,” I begged and his purr started at once.

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