Page 22 of Prayers for the Prickly

Do you think that slowed him down?

Oh, hell no.

Short and shallow, he rutted against me until I dug my nails into his shoulders as I came again. I couldn’t figure out if he was still coming or continuously coming in spurts as we ground our hips against one another’s.

He looked positively primal when he tossed his head back, damp, wavy locks swinging forward to frame his face as he ground his hips into me more, groans spilling from his lips as the knot swelled a little bigger.

“P-please,” I stammered, feeling the unshakeable need for more. I didn’t want that knot to go down, I didn’t want him to pull out of me.

Another gush of slick soaked the cock he held locked inside of me. Each time one did, he rocked his hips a little harder, but only a handful of times, as he lazily enjoyed the feel of it and us being joined that way. Now I understood what my parents always said about the difference between sex and intimacy. There truly was a difference. A great big gaping difference that made every sensation of him buried inside my body, every glide of his fingertips over my skin, heightened because of the mental connection slowly beginning to grow between us.

I could hear the whisper of him in my head now. A few words were clear, but mostly it was just the tone of them, like a song permanently embedding in my mind so I’d never forget it. He nuzzled the base of my neck, and I felt myself growing wetter as my body clenched around him again. Snarling, he fisted his hands in my hair, his hips rocking at a rapid shallow pace, pushing me over the edge again.

“Mine,” he growled, then as swift and as vicious as the wolverine he was, he sank his teeth into my upper arm, clamping down in what I knew would result in a band of teeth marks reaching three-fourths of the way around it. As the years rolled by, the impression would remain, while woven bands of colors would slowly began to appear as the threads of our lives were woven together.

Hedgehogs didn’t typically mark the arms, we tended to target private spots where no one else would see the special bond tying us to our partner, but as I peered up at him still looming over me, I wasn’t sure if he’d give me enough freedom to move to where I needed to be to place my mark on him.

I’d still have to wait for his knot to go down, too. It felt like it had deflated a little but not nearly enough for it to slip out of me. He was crushing me with the way his weight was growing heavier on top of me, so I pressed against his shoulder until he got the hint and rolled us so that I was on top of him.

There, now I had a chance of getting where I needed to be once his knot went down. Squirming allowed a little more of him to slide out of me, while he groaned and attempted to tug me closer, even while I was determined to squirm away.

“Patience,” I cautioned as I danced my fingers along his collarbone “I’ll get back where we both want me to be once I’ve had a chance to complete my part of the marking.”

Snorting, he grumpily sighed but stopped trying to thwart my efforts by tugging me back up on his cock. I might want to have him put snacks and a few cold bottles of water on the nightstand beside the bed before he lost control and fucked me again, I thought as I caressed his side and watched his abs clench as he tried to thrust back up into me. Yup, bedside drinks and snacks would definitely be in order, especially if his knot was taking this long to deflate already. Deeper into rut it would just take longer, and I’d prefer spending that time having something to nibble on while I offered some relief to my parched throat. It was already a little scratchy from all the moaning I’d done, a few more rounds and there wouldn’t be anything left of it.

He groaned when we finally slipped apart, and I was forced to bat at his hands when he reached for me when I started slipping lower on his body.

Holy shit, no wonder I ached a little. Now that I was finally getting a look at his cock, even partially deflated, it was impressive. Long and thick, the crown flared just enough to create the perfect balance between glide and friction. Now it was my turn to taste, and I lapped the cooling sweat and cum off the junction of his thighs, having to press on the opposite knee to keep him from jerking and accidentally kneeing me in the head. He twitched when I blew over the spots I’d licked the way he’d blown over my nipples, so I waited until he settled down to clamp my teeth into him. At the juncture where his hips met his thighs, I left my mark on the left side of him while his cock jerked and spurted a micro-burst of cum that dribbled off the end.

His hands crushed my hair as he tangled his fingers in the strands and held me there with my teeth embedded in his skin and his body quivering beneath me.

“F-fuck,” Gregor moaned, stammering even that short and simple word.

His tone told me that he was as blown away and lost in sensation as I was as he refused to release the hold he had on my hair.

“Want you to ride me,” he rasped.

I was tempted to tell him that would be impossible with the hold he had on me, but he released me before I could get the words out, grabbed my hand and tugged me up his body.

“I don’t want you to stop until we’re locked together again,” he told me, “and even then you don’t have to stop completely, just rock yourself on me until we’re ready for round three.”

I felt the breath woosh from my lungs as my body spasmed. I was dripping slick again as I crawled over him to rub my hole against his pulsing cock. He held it steady as I slowly slid down his length, occasionally tightening my knees against his thighs when a brush of friction was a little too much. I was going to be sore by the time his rut was over, but I knew I’d love every ache, and blush whenever something twinged to remind me of the feel of him.

And he will massage us with his tongue and lick the soreness away,my hedgehog said, fully confident in our mate’s willingness and ability to make us feel better once the mating was over.

“August,” he hissed.

Hearing my name spill from his lips was an even bigger turn on than his demand that I be on top. It left the inside of my thighs slick when he said it. All the aches melted and gave way to pleasure when I sank the rest of the way onto him and felt his balls beneath my ass as I slowly flexed my hips.

“If I’m going to ride you the way you asked, then I want you to stretch your hands up over your head and keep them on the pillow the way you told me to earlier,” I demanded, flooded with a sense of empowerment when he immediately complied.

I brushed a lock of hair back from my face before I started moving, both hands braced on his shoulders as I rocked my hips forward to backward, not lifting up, just gliding on top of him as his hands curled into fists.

“Don’t you move those,” I reminded him when I saw his arms jerk and his hands come a few inches off the pillow.

He immediately dropped them back down and did his best to relax beneath me when I started moving again.

I took my time gliding my hands down his chest as I slowly sat up and rolled my shoulders, my hands going from his hipbones to his thighs as I tilted my head back and started rocking as I arched my back, riding him in a way where he could see his cock every time it disappeared inside of me. He finally broke his position to yank the pillow from beneath his head so he could cover his face in it to smother his moans and growls as I began to move away from the teasing to pleasure him. I snatched the pillow away and tossed it off the bed, wanting to hear every sound I wrung from him.

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