Page 38 of Warrior's Purpose

“No, not really. That bite of yours packs quite a punch.” Abby pushed her bottom back against his squeezing hands.

“That’s because you respond to my conjugo bite, just like I imagined you would,” he replied, pride and lust lacing his voice.

He splayed Abby’s cheeks to reveal her pink center. Ashtoret was amazed to find her glistening and slick with desire again. He always assumed his fellow warriors were exaggerating when they spoke about being able to mount their human mates all night long. But unlike a Cadi female, after just a short rest Abby was ready for him again.

Unbelievable!

He gently ran his finger through the moisture slickening Abby’s cleft. She moaned and rocked back against him when he circled her clit. She not only had the pleasure center on the inside of her tight slick channel, like Cadi females, but also this one on the outside. The bead of flesh was an unexpected treat. It peeked from her pink folds, eager for his attention. Such an easily accessible erogenous zone offered a host of salacious possibilities. He could feast on Abby’s body for hours listening to her moans and cries of pleasure. Just the thought of it had him hard enough he could burst.

“Roll over, female, I’m going to mount your sexy body again,” he rasped.

“No.” Abby glanced over her shoulder at him.

“You deny me?” His brows furrowed, wondering if perhaps he was wrong, and she wasn’t ready for him again. Abby certainly seemed slick enough, and the little mewls she made as he played with her body indicated she was willing.

“No, I’m not denying you.” She wiggled her behind, teasing him.

“Then roll over, Abby.”

“I want you like this.” Abby smiled at him, while she knelt on all fours.

Ashtoret tilted his head as he considered her position. This wasn’t one he was familiar with.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never had sex doggy style,” Abby giggled as she swayed her ass temptingly.

“It is not something the Cadi do.” Perhaps it was their tail that made it difficult, although animals seemed to figure it out. And animalistic certainly described the desire rising in him. “But I’m seeing the potential,” he rumbled eagerly.

He gripped Abby’s hips, lined up his shaft and shoved forward. She was still tight as a glove, squeezing him with her quivering wet sheath, but this time it was easier to breach her.

“Fuck,” Abby shouted the sexy groan as he burrowed deep into her body.

Ashtoret snarled as bliss gripped him. He could go so much deeper like this. He pulled back and thrust again, his hips meeting her full ass.

“Yes, Ash,” she called out while tossing her head.

Abby reached back and started playing with her clit as he started pumping his hips in a steady rhythm. Her channel quaked and spasmed harder around his shaft, making his pace become erratic. He tried to temper his passion for fear of hurting his little human mate, but it was hard; she was so sexy writhing in front of him, her spine arching.

“Harder. Faster, Ash,” Abby panted.

“Mother of Kali,” he groaned in disbelief as he hammered into her.

Abby’s arms gave way and she collapsed on the mattress. He followed her down. His hips curled faster and harder like she demanded. His tight balls slapped against her cleft with every glorious lunge. Abby cried in pleasure, her fingers gripping the covers. Her slick channel convulsed hard around his arousal and he nearly exploded but wanted more.

Ashtoret wedged his hand beneath Abby and found her swollen, pulsing clit. He vigorously rubbed it, eliciting a sweet keening cry from her lips as her body clamped down on his shuttling length. He pushed past her impossibly tight ring of quivering muscles, chasing a glory unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

He salivated, the conjugo serum meant just for her filling his mouth. Ashtoret struck, sinking his fangs into Abby’s shoulder, adding a second claim beside the first. She bucked and shuddered beneath him, chanting his name with ragged delirious cries. Amazingly, the spasms wracking Abby’s sheath deepened as she flooded with more nectar. The far recesses of her channel contracted in pulsing waves, insistently massaging his crown. He roared out his ecstasy as he thrust home. His seed erupted in jets, bathing her quaking womb. Abby’s entire body seized in a paroxysm of pleasure when the chemical in his release hit her bloodstream.

Ashtoret almost collapsed in exhaustion on top of his little mate but caught himself. She got him so worked up he didn’t know which way his tail pointed. He rolled to the side, taking her with him, his pulsing shaft still buried in her body. As he closed his eyes, the thought of Abby swelling with his young made him smile.

---