Page 22 of The Monster at the End of This Molt

"Don't hold back. I won't stop, even if you come."

He squinted his eyes shut, and his cock twitched. "Don't say things like that, or you'll make me come by looking at me."

I was half tempted to try it, but, "I still want to taste you."

He moaned. "Hurry up already."

I dropped back to my elbows and grabbed a pillow to shove under his lower back, propping him up where I needed him. I draped his legs over my shoulders and nuzzled his inner thigh, letting my snout graze over his balls. The scent of his slick merged with his musk, and I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue for a taste along his thigh.

"Oh, gods, please, Weld."

The way he said my name, his voice high and thready with need, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. We'd both waited for this long enough. I lifted his thighs to give me better access to his hole. Excess slick dribbled down his crease, and I lapped it up. Sweet nectar exploded on my tongue.

I could become addicted to his slick. He was the most delicious treat I'd ever tasted, and I wanted more. I licked around his rim, gently prodding him open. He rewarded me with copious amounts of slick.

"I'm so close," he whined. "Please."

When he begged so prettily, how could I refuse? I pulled back and blew on his entrance, making him squirm. With my tongue, I followed the stripe of scales between his balls, to the base of his cock, and then all the way to the tip.

He grunted when I swallowed around the head. His hips jerked off the bed as bitter cum flooded my mouth. Mixed with the sweetness of his slick, it was perfect.

I held his hips and swallowed him down, catching every droplet until he pushed at my shoulders with a giggle. "Too much."

It would never be too much. I lowered myself back to his slick-soaked thighs and began again.

ChapterNine

Robin

Weld mademe come so many times, I couldn't tell which direction was up or where my legs were supposed to be. Whenever the thought of reciprocating made it as far as the tip of my tongue, Weld began again, licking, sucking, and stroking me to yet another orgasm.

We'd gone far past lunch. It was late afternoon by the time he tugged me into his lap, picked me up, and carried me to the kitchen like a naked princess. He handed me a glass of water and poured his own.

"I can fix us lunch." I pointed to his fridge, where I'd left the sandwiches, condiments, and fresh fruit I'd teleported here from the big house. The bags of chips still sat on the counter next to the dessert brownies.

"You sit. Let me take care of you."

I didn't know why his words stung my eyes and made my chest feel too tight. This was everything I'd ever wanted. Why did it still hurt?

"I want to take care of you, too. You've been working so hard on the tractor." Not to mention all the times he'd made me come. "When can I … you know …"

He dropped the plates to the table and kneeled beside me, tugging my hands from my lap. He kissed my knuckles and stared up at me with the same intensity as when he'd blown me. "I need to do some prep first, but I want you to fuck me tonight."

I blinked. "You what?" I'd always topped in my human form. I didn't want to ruin my first time with Weld by comparing it to anything else. However, not once had I imagined my alpha would want me to top him.

He glanced down at my hands, suddenly uncertain. "I've never bottomed for another kobold. I thought it would show you how much I want to be with you."

I blinked my eyes closed, and tears dropped down my cheeks. "I would love to," I said. "That's … I don't even know what to say, except yes."

He grinned up at me and kissed my knuckles again. When he stood, he brushed the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs and leaned in to kiss me. I could taste myself on him, bitter and sweet.

"I can help you prep," I said. "Omega slick is much better than lubrication."

He smirked. "I know. I can still taste it." He kissed my forehead and continued to set the table for our late lunch. His every move set his cock swinging between his legs, and I watched, hypnotized.

I still didn't know how to bring up his past without making things awkward between us. The more I'd studied psychology, the more I realized I didn't need to know how Weld's mind worked. I knew his heart through our bond. He wasn't the type to hurt another kobold on purpose. He'd been plagued by wrong thinking, that was all.

"Tuft and I are good friends," I said once we both had our sandwiches in hand. "He said to tell you hello."

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