Page 26 of The Monster at the End of This Molt

"Put your fingers in me already."

He flashed his sweet grin as he sank them into me, an easy fit after the stretch of the plug.

"That's it. Keep talking. How does this feel?" He curled his fingers, and I saw stars.

"Amazing. So fucking good."

"Yeah?"

He pulled out, and I whimpered. I'd never been one to cry and beg before, but damn, I'd waited so long.

After Tuft and I split up, even the betas had avoided me. Then, once I knew Robin was my fated mate, I quit looking for a casual partner. The way everyone talked about their first times with their fated mates, I knew it would be worth the wait.

Robin sighed as his body squelched around his invading fingers. "Yeah, it's good."

I nudged his hip with my knee. "Hey. We're not doing that yet."

He laughed and returned his fingers to my entrance, plunging three slick fingers inside me this time. "Why did you want to do this first?"

"It's you." I didn't know how to say it, but I kept going. "I want you to know I've changed."

"You didn't need to change for me."

"That's not what I mean." I sighed in frustration. "With you, I don't have to posture. I have no reason to pretend to be that guy everyone thinks an alpha kobold should be."

Robin shook his head and stopped moving his fingers. "Nobody expected you to be that guy except you."

"I understand that now."

He twisted his fingers, and I grabbed the backs of my shaking thighs to hold them in place. Fuck, that felt fantastic.

"Maybe you do." He shrugged, and his fingers brushed against my prostate again. "I'm not convinced. I think I might have to fuck the wrong thinking out of you."

"Is that some new form of therapy?"

He laughed. "You'll be my first and only patient to receive it." He removed his fingers and crawled up my body. His abs skated over my aching cock until his bumped alongside mine.

I needed him inside me. When he offered me his tongue in an all-consuming kiss, I sucked greedily and jutted my cock into his hip.

He broke the kiss on a laugh. "Impatient, are we?"

"Is this a game to uncover my flaws?"

"You don't have any flaws." He wriggled back to his knees and hovered above me on his elbows. "Impatience is a virtue when we're fated mates."

I opened my mouth to tell him that was a damned lie, but he rose above me, and all ability to form words fled my brain. He was gorgeous like that, his lips parted, eyes half-closed as he twisted his arm behind his back. A moment later, he brought it back around, his fingers now dripping with his own slick. He curled them around his cock, giving it a few strokes to cover it before lining up with my entrance.

He pressed the tip against me and held firm, even when I nodded.

"Gods, Robin, please."

He grinned, then, the fucker. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but he was faster, grabbing the backs of my thighs and shoving my knees to my chest. The pressure built to a crescendo, and I clenched my muscles. No way would his thick cock fit inside me.

"Breathe, baby. I've got you."

"Baby?" My voice cracked on the second syllable.

His self-assured grin returned, and my traitorous body relaxed. His cock head pressed inside me, and we both moaned from how good it felt. He followed it down, shoving my legs apart so he could plant a chaste kiss against my lips when he bottomed out.

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