Page 107 of Fated or Knot

Well, he had me convinced when the evidence was in my hand. His cock was as heavy as I remembered and darkened by a couple thick veins. I caught the bead of liquid weeping from the slit at its tip and tasted it. Salt and musk burst on my tongue, and even though it wasn’t full of the pheromones of an alpha, I liked it anyway. I stroked him again, this time reaching for the sack hanging just underneath his cock.

“Careful. No nixie claws there,” he teased, taking my fingers in his again to show me how to play with his balls. He watched me with lusty eyes darkened to a stormy gray. “Are you ready for me to return the favor?”

I didn’t think I could be shy while I was fondling him. After I nodded, he rid me of my clothes from the waist up with a flick of his fingers. My breasts rolled free, and he caught them, plucking and twisting their peaks just right to wring a breathy moan from me.

I released his sensitive sack before my nixie claws could do it any harm, bracing my hands on his chest when he pulled me to sit astride him again. “I’ve wanted to play with these for a while,” he murmured. His fingertips found my wings and traced the sensitive outline of them.

He pinched the side of one, and I jolted, biting down on a cry. His gaze swung to my face, and he released my wing before inspecting the dust that he rubbed between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re designed for pleasure, sweetheart. I want to hear it when I do something you like.”

“Sorry. Habit,” I said.

“A bad one I’ll break you of eventually.” His tongue darted out to taste the dust, and he hummed in approval. “As sweet as you are. They’re going to be the target of many love bites.”

My wings fluttered at the thought. “Also, don’t be surprised if I wear your dust like war paint. You’re starting to put off a lot of it,” he teased.

I didn’t think I needed to apologize for that when he was rubbing the planes of them, coaxing a quiver through my body, especially while he touched the more sensitive undersides. His thumbs caressed the inside of the second, smaller pair, before he cupped my ass and kneaded.

His mouth found the sensitive patch of skin just under my jaw, then trailed to my new gills. He licked them with a soft, possessive growl, giving my Unseelie side some attention too.

Everything he did with his mouth felt so much more intense. I should’ve tried exploring his body with my lips and tongue to see what kind of sounds he made.Darn it.Well, there was plenty more time to do that. Kauz had handled this how I’d expected him to, accommodating for my inexperience.

He sucked harder on my neck, and my answering moan was much closer to his sharp ears. His wings shifted, making that shivery sound. It seemed like he enjoyed hearing me nearly as much as his own pleasure.

“You’re ready,” he said. Air hit my slick-soaked pussy a moment later as he left me without a stitch on in a split second of dream logic. He gave my hip a squeeze as he ran the thumb ofhis opposite hand through my wet folds, then sank it into me to the root and pressed down.

He’d found and tugged on a part of my pussy I didn’t have a name for, giving it a testing stretch. It felt incredible but woke an ache straight to my core. I flapped in place like a pinned butterfly, crying out his name.

“You’d take a knot right here,” he murmured in my ear. “I don’t have one, but this is my dream, so Icould.”

It was only when he eased the pressure that I realized he was offering, and I shook my head. “I want you as you come. Standard Kauz.” After all this, I was flush with need for this male.

“As you desire. I have plenty of fun things to show you later.” He nudged me onto my back, climbing on top like how we’d started this part of our dream.

This time, I didn’t distract him by trying to talk. I busied my mouth by kissing up his jaw and giving one of his forward-facing ears a testing lick from the lobe to its sharp point. His gasp and the shiver through his wings had me feeling victorious. I thought they’d be extra sensitive, considering how strong his hearing seemed to be.

He nudged my thighs further apart. The heat of his cock dragged through my slick, teasing the swollen petals of my sex without actually penetrating. I whined when he did it again, making a whistling sound of need.

He caught my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, having me meet his gaze. A hint of his magic was there, glittering amongst the intensity of what I saw in his eyes. Love, tenderness, and devotion all mixed together, emphasized by the slow brush of his fingertips up my cheek.

I hoped he saw the same emotions looking back, or maybe my moment of discovery as my breath caught. My heart just about burst. I understood now. This wasn’t just about feelinggood. We were building something, entwining feelings just as much as our bodies. Once he took me, we would truly be mates, intimate partners as fate intended.

I tilted my head more into his touch, showing my submission with a peek at my throat. He already had my wings pinned under his weight, his own blocking out our surroundings. I was enveloped in him, but I ached to be filled by him too and mewled with that need.

It seemed he felt the same way. He took himself in hand and ran the crown of his cock through my slick one last time before pressing the wet tip where I needed him most. My pussy stretched as he sheathed himself in me one slow inch at a time. The pleasure was edged in a little pain from the size of him, yet oddly, that only made it feel more incredible.

He watched my reaction with a trembling breath. My expression become slack, lips parted on a gasp and then another needy noise when he paused, throbbing within me. With one last touch on my cheek, he guided my leg up and around his hip, and I mirrored with the other.

He withdrew, just to thrust back in at a slightly deeper angle. For a perfect moment, I was filled by him perfectly, just enough to satisfy my greedy pussy. I looped my arms around his shoulders, holding on to him as we rocked together in the dream nest.

He didn’t pound me into the blankets with his full strength, and I appreciated it. This was making love, sliding skin to skin for the rush of being in one another’s arms. We tried an open-mouthed kiss, panting, tongues dueling at the pace of his hips greeting mine.

The kiss was short-lived when little sounds fought to escape my lips from every change in sensation. He buried his face in my neck, soaking in my sounds with his ears cocked. He moanedand gasped too, but his reactions were understated compared to the symphony that spilled from me.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” he said breathlessly.

When I moaned his name, it drew a shiver out to his wings. I cracked my eyes open, feeling a whole new surge of playful wickedness. I wanted to figure out everything he liked, to really press my thumbs into those spots to get him to come so hard he saw his own stars. Being vocal, not hiding my pleasure, and screaming his name felt like a good step one.

But I knew my inexperience when he played with my body like a fine instrument, touching me everywhere I needed him to. He licked my neck and pinched the skin there between his blunt teeth. My back began to arch, only bending more when he pressed my clit between two of his fingers. I came in a sudden blast, my eyes rolling back as my breath emerged in a choked gasp. “K-Kauz!”

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