Page 51 of Warrior's Purpose

Ashtoret let out the breath he was holding as elation filled him. He crushed Abby to his chest.

“Ash,” Abby laughed against his neck. “You’re smothering me.”

“I’m sorry, Peanut.” He released his tight hold. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to resent me.” He frowned, worry creasing his brow.

“I wanted to tour Europe. I guess touring another planet is a pretty outstanding substitute. Not a lot of people get to say that.”

“I’ll show you where I grew up and introduce you to my siblings and parents. They’ll adore you.”

“Do you live near Pro?”

“Yes. You can see her every day if you want.” He had a hard time holding in his happiness as he squeezed her. He kept having to remind himself not to hold on too tight.

Abby started shaking and he worried she was crying again. He pulled her back and was instantly relieved to see her laughing. She saw the look on his face and giggled harder.

“What?” he asked with a grin.

“Well, I guess this counts as our first fight.”

“I don’t understand.” Ashtoret frowned, not knowing why that would be so funny. He hated feeling the rift between them.

“Are you telling me Cadi don’t know about make-up sex?” she asked in a sultry voice, her bright eyes drifting to half-mast. He was instantly hard.

“No,” he husked.

“If I recall, I made a promise, something about licking a certain big, brave man all over.” Abby straddled his lap. She placed one small palm on his bare chest and shoved him back on the bunk. “I like this shirtless kilt ensemble. You’ve got the sexy gladiator thing nailed,” she purred.

Abby attacked his mouth with a fierceness that took his breath away. One hand tangled in her long curly hair, while the other gripped her hip. He groaned into Abby’s mouth as she ground atop his stomach. He could feel the heat of her through her blue pants.

“Mmm,” Abby moaned, her tongue stroking one fang. Ashtoret was shocked by how sensitive his canines were.

Her teeth locked gently on his lip, giving it a tug as she pulled away. She traced his jaw with little kisses, making a path to his ear. He sucked in a breath as Abby licked the shell of his ear. Her hot, wet mouth nibbled and sucked his earlobe before moving to the side of his neck. She bit down harder, her blunt teeth stinging slightly.

“Abby,” Ashtoret groaned, his hips flexing of their own free will.

He’d never had a female mount him or bite him like this. For such a petite female, his bonded was subjecting him to a very dominant act. The contradiction made it all that more erotic, igniting a flame that was quickly burning out of control. Ashtoret felt a deep primal stirring. He wanted to toss Abby onto the bed, tear her clothes off and mount her till she screamed his name. The only thing that kept him from acting out his prurient need was the equally driving desire to see what she’d do next.

Abby licked a slow, agonizing path down his chest. Her tongue laved the lines of his warrior’s ink as she traveled ever lower. Her hands massaged his tense muscles, teasing the skin at the waistband of his vestments. His stomach trembled from her alternating gentle and insistent caresses. His head was spinning by the time her hot mouth kissed the muscles flanking his pelvis where they disappeared beneath his vestment.

Abby paused and looked up at him. Her pupils were dilated with desire, nearly drowning out the blue-green. She was just as turned on as he was. It was hard for him to fathom, since it was a male’s job to pleasure his female. He was so focused on the lustful expression transforming Abby’s gorgeous face that her next move took him by surprise. He jumped when her hand grazed the inside of his thigh. Her long, delicate fingers wrapped around his turgid shaft, gripping him hard.

“Do you know how good you feel sliding inside of me with these knots? It makes me wet just thinking about you thrusting between my thighs.” Abby licked her lips.

Ashtoret groaned. He couldn’t believe the things he was hearing fall from her full red lips, as she leisurely stroked his shaft. Her hands felt so damn good as she explored his arousal. He cupped Abby’s flushed cheeks, his thumb grazing her swollen lips. She smiled as she pulled back from his grasp. His brow furrowed. He wanted to tug her up his chest, roll over and cage her beneath him.

He gaped in shock when Abby ducked beneath his vestment. Her soft cheek grazed his stiff arousal, making his shaft kick. A choking breath heaved out when a warm puff of air hit his sensitive flesh. She couldn’t possibly…

“Abby!” he barked when her wet mouth enveloped his crown.

His hands flew to her head and he started panting as his scandalous mate licked the ridge circling his crown. She sucked him in deep and a growl burst from his chest. The pleasure was unimaginable. His hips bucked uncontrollably, his shaft pulsing with each strong pull.

Her tongue…goddess, her tongue, Ashtoret reeled.

He now understood what Abby was alluding to when she said make-up sex. Being with her was always intense, emotionally and physically. He’d felt lower than low when he walked into the room, but now she’d catapulted him to the height of ecstasy doing the most salacious, unspeakable thing he’d ever experienced.

She moaned around his stiff member. The vibrations sent a spike of sweet agony coursing up his spine. Ashtoret’s stomach muscles quaked uncontrollably. His fingers flexed in her hair. Abby sucked him harder, faster and deeper, her hot body grinding on his outstretched legs. The torrent of ecstasy swirled, gripping him tighter. The bliss was all-consuming.

Abby released the hold she had on his flexing thighs. With one hand she cupped his tight balls, massaging gently. The other rapidly stroked the base of his shaft, now slick with her saliva. Combined with the maddening things her mouth did, he could no longer hold it together.

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