Page 78 of The Weaver

His legs tensed, forcing their tips deeper into the ground, and he released a ragged breath. “Claim me, female.”

That desperate command brought her eyes back to his.

Rekosh was large, strong, and quick, but in this moment…he was at her mercy.

I’m in control.

That realization, that shift in their dynamic, sent a flare of desire to her core and awoke something new within her. It emboldened her.

Ahmya flashed him a coy smile. “Someone seems to be…in a bit of a bind. And I”—her finger traced his slit around his cock—“am now taking my time to learn my mate.”

Rekosh trembled with a chitter, the sound rougher than usual, but the brightness in his eyes didn’t diminish. His mandibles rose in a vrix smile as he squeezed his fists. “My wicked little mate…”

Her brows rose. “Wicked? When did you learn?—”

Cole.

“Never mind,” Ahmya laughed and shook her head. “But if you want wicked…”

Ahmya knelt at his side and dipped her fingers into his slit, sliding them through his slick secretions, before wrapping themaround the base of his cock. It was hard and hot in her grasp, and she could feel the throbbing of his heart beats through it.

He hissed, and his pelvis twitched upward.

“Climb atop me, Ahmya.Claim me,” he growled, one of his claspers curling around her arm.

“In a small time,” she replied with a chuckle. She lay her free hand atop his clasper, guided it off her arm, and pressed it flat against his abdomen. Then she stroked her fist up over his bulges and along his shaft.

A full shudder wracked his body.

When she reached the flaring head, she caressed the ridge with her thumb and traced the slit at the tip. Rekosh snarled and jerked his arms against the bindings, drawing her attention to him. His eyes blazed crimson, feral and hungry. His reactions stirred her desire anew, making her core clench.

She’d never done anything like this before, had never realized how empowering it could be to have someone’s pleasure at her mercy. To have this big, strong, virile male’s pleasure at her mercy.

Ahmya watched, attention divided between his face and his cock, as she pumped her fist along his length. Her hard nipples grazed his hide, sending a thrill through her with each movement of her arm, increasing her own need, which was also heightened by his heady aroma.

Rekosh’s chest heaved with his harsh breaths, and he bared his clenched fangs as he tilted his head back. “Ahmya…”

His pelvis jerked up, and seed seeped from the tip of his cock. Ahmya paused. The pearlescent white liquid beads stood out starkly against the dark red of his shaft. She swiped a finger over the head, gathering his seed. She stared at it, riveted, until impulse drove her to slip her finger between her lips.

The taste of cinnamon and cloves and something wholly Rekosh flooded her mouth. It was warm, rich, spicy, and sweet. Whatever she might’ve expected, it certainly hadn’t been this.

Butoh, was he delicious.

“Shaper, unmake me!” Rekosh snarled and pulled on the ropes again.

She snapped her eyes up to his.

“Ahmya,” he coaxed, breath ragged, his brilliant eyes locked on her. “Take my stem,kir’ani vi’keishi. Let me inside you.”

Yes. She wanted him inside her too. She was done teasing him, done prolonging this mutual torment.

Releasing his trapped clasper, she braced her hands on his chest and threw a leg over his waist, straddling his abdomen. His claspers curled possessively around her thighs, urging her closer to his cock at her back.

“Yessss. Good female,” Rekosh said, voice rough, his English nearly too distorted for her to understand. His eyes roamed over her, staring first at her breasts then shifting down to fix upon her sex, which was spread over him. “Claim your mate. Take my cock into your pussy.”

Hearing him say such crude yet delicious words sent a rush of lust through her. Rekosh had always spoken to her so sweetly, but this… This was a side of him she’d never witnessed. And she loved it.

Her hair fell forward as she leaned over him, lifted her backside, and scooted back. She peered between their bodies. The sight was erotic. Her pubic hair was wet with her slick, his claspers were gripping her thighs hard enough that they indented her skin, and most tantalizing of all, Rekosh’s glistening cock was poised beneath her spread pussy. Heat flared in her belly, and the empty ache in her core urged her to do what she so desperately wanted to do. What she so desperately needed to do.

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