Page 21 of The Monster at the End of This Molt

"Psychology, huh?" I pushed myself to my feet and offered him a hand. "Do you want me to lie on the couch and tell you about my childhood bathroom habits?"

"Ew, no. If you lie on my couch, I might sit on top of you, but only if we're naked."

My breath caught in my throat. "Yes. Now. Let's do that now."

He blinked. "What?"

"The tractor's finished."

"You're exhausted." He pointed at the ground. "We should eat first."

Using so much magic should have wiped me out, but it came and went from another place, separate from my physical strength. I pulled Robin to me and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. "Your slick could be the first course."

He leaned against me, his breath hot in my ear. "Don't say it unless you mean it."

I slid my hands beneath his ass and picked him up. He wrapped his legs around me and met my desperate kiss with hunger.

I broke the kiss on a plea. "Please?" I didn't like to beg, but I needed to taste him before I ate real food.

"Gods, yes." He clung to me so tightly, it was only by the grace of those gods that we made it back to the cabin without me passing out and dropping him along the way.

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The moment I set Robin down, he dropped his hands to the waist of his sweatpants. As ready as I was to see all of him, I also wanted to do this right. I grabbed his wrists and shook my head. "I want to undress you."

He made a frustrated sound in his throat. "Come on. I've been waiting forever!"

"You can wait a few more minutes." I picked him up again, this time hoisting him over my shoulder. He fell against my back, laughing and squirming in my grip, pressing his hard cock to my collarbone.

I patted his ass, and he stopped moving long enough for me to cross the living room, through the bedroom door, and toss him on the unmade bed. He landed with an "Oof," and dropped his head back on the pillows.

I shoved my way between his legs before sinking on top of him. While we kissed, I cupped his cheek in one hand and kneaded his hip with the other. I ached to be inside him, but not here. I wanted our first time to be at The Pavilion, preferably in our own cabin.

I pulled his shirt up, and he lifted his arms and shimmied it off. After tossing it to the corner, I grabbed his hands, wrapping them around the bottom bar of my metal bed frame. "Stay like that."

Robin hummed as I sat back, taking him in. He was beautiful, all angular lines and sculpted muscle. While not as bulky as I was, he had better muscle definition than most omegas, especially the ones around here. Punky was muscular, too, which was why I'd tried to steal him away from Lark.

I groaned and shook my head to dislodge the image of my mate's parents from my mind. I had punished myself enough for the past. It was time to take what Robin was offering, here and now.

I leaned forward and traced the lines of his green stripes. My magic raced to the surface again, and I trailed lines of heat across his skin and scales.

"More," he pouted.

"I'm getting there." I wanted to worship his body, to kiss him from his hairline to his toes, but the smell of his slick spurred me on to my original intent. I sat back on my heels again and tugged at the waistband of his sweats, sliding them down with his compression shorts. His cock slapped his stomach and a drool of precome escaped from the tip.

"You're already leaking." I dropped to my elbows between his legs and licked the sticky trail along his abdomen.

"I've been leaking from both sides for days."

His skin was so smooth, especially between the stripes of scales at his hips. I licked and sucked my way across his taut muscles and took the head of his slender cock into my mouth.

"Weld!" Robin twisted his claws through my hair and pulled me off him. "I'm already so close … don't?—"

I tugged his hand from my hair and kissed his knuckles as I rested on my heels. "Hands back on the frame, or I stop."

He whimpered as he complied. "No. Please, don't stop."

He looked so perfect, splayed out beneath me, hands on the metal bar above the mattress, his cock drooling into the troughs at his hips. I'd done that to him by making him wait so long for me, my sweet fated mate.

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