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His gaze rakes down me until it is where our hands join.

“We both belong to you.”

FERN

“I want you naked,” Klynn growls. “I want to lick every inch of you.”

He’s been pretty insatiable since we’ve been on Fenes, and our nightly activities have been frequent, but the feral look in his eyes is new.

And I like it.

“Then get me naked,” I respond.

Klynn hooks a claw into the neck of my top and draws down, slicing through the fabric as if it isn’t even there. The rest of my clothing follows in a similar manner, plucked from me until he is satisfied I’m bare enough for him before he presses a long, demanding kiss to my lips and then trails away down my neck.

Those hot, insistent lips find a nipple, which he guzzles on like a Gryn starved, his huge hand massaging the other breast, clawed thumb sweeping over the other needy peak. My core pulses and his nostrils flare.

“Delicious little mate,” he rasps. “You enjoy my tongue?”

The sound I make is somewhere between a squeak and a moan as he leaves my top half and swiftly descends to the apex between my thighs, which he parts easily, hitching one leg over his shoulder and pinning me in place.

He shoves his nose straight into my clit, making me screech with delight and surprise. His wings flare, and he slowly laps his tongue through my folds, humming to himself.

“Delicious little treat,” Klynn mouths, his lips curling around my clit and sucking me between sharp fangs.

My entire being sees the stars above. Not just the twinkling lights he’s placed in the nest, the stars high, high above because he has taken me there with his mouth.

I flood, unable to help myself, unable to stop my arms from flailing and my voice from crying his name. I am so wet, and Klynn laps it all up, grunting with pleasure, his tongue continuing to tease my clit which only wants more.

“You taste like the stars,” Klynn says through licks. “I could drink from you forever.”

A gorgeous shiver runs through me, a precursor to yet another orgasm because my huge gladiator is extremely good at plucking so many from me even when we were prisoners on the stinking Tormelek ship. He can always make my body sing for him and turn my mind to a sheet of white.

“But I’m going to put my cocks in your cunt, fill you up in our nest, claim you with every drop of my seed,” he rumbles, his sinful voice going straight to my pussy. “I’m going to do this over and over until you birth, then I will fill you up again.”

He runs a hand over my stomach, the lights from the nest glittering in their depths.

“Then fill me,” I respond.

Klynn doesn’t need to be asked twice. With a low roar, he slides up my body in a smooth, quick movement, his cocks breaching me, his hands hooked under my thighs, spreading me wide.

“Your pretty cunt looks perfect wrapped around my cocks,” he murmurs, staring down at where we are joined, where I enclose him and I am already pulsing around him, as hewithdraws slowly, eyes entirely concentrated on the same spot. “You are very wet, very tight,” he adds, jaw clenching as he attempts to master himself.

“I need you, Klynn,” I say. “I need your cocks.”

He releases a pant, and I know I’m close to tipping him over his own edge. For all we’ve mated, this is the first time we’ve had where it’s not been rushed due to those around us or his desperate need following a fight.

“This is our time, little fury,” he murmurs. “I want…”

“I know what you want. I love your nest, I love you, and I need your cocks. I need everything you have, so give it to me.” I grasp at the shoulder of his wing, and he groans as my fingers sink into the feathers, slamming himself inside me.

I can do nothing other than hang on. Klynn has me in his grip, his cocks scraping over every inch of my channel, bringing me closer and closer to climax as he murmurs words which are meaningless, random, and delightful as he tries to hold back, tries to make this last, tries everything he can until my orgasm hits. I cry out as I clamp down on him.

He can no longer control what happens next, regardless of whether he wants to. My Klynn might be feral, but here and now, he is mine to command. His hips buck, his thrusts becoming irregular, every muscle in his body straining and straining until the consistent pulse of my pussy takes hold.

“My seed. My mate. My Fern,” he shouts as he explodes.

Hot cum fills me, his cocks giving me everything they have, Klynn panting as if he’s run a marathon, unable to do any more than continue to pump, first fast, then slow, then a final shudder accompanied by a long, long breath.

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