Page 45 of Chomp's Challenge

“Yes.”

“Then take my cock, mate. Fuck me. Use me. I’m all yours.”

Yes! Yes! Finally! My gator’s voice is so loud in my head I almost miss Ariel’s smile.

“You’re so big. I hope you fit.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, and I swear that little gesture drives me wild every time she does it. “I really want this.”

Good. She keeps saying it, and I hope she’s not trying to convince herself. I want her to be willing and ready in every way. It must show on my face because she cups my whiskered cheeks.

“There’s no hesitation. Being with you feels right.”

“Then sink down on my cock, mate. Let’s end the wait.”

Ariel nods and then rises up, lining herself up over the tip of my dick as she grasps my erection. It’s enough to make me jizz right there, but I fight for control, groaning when she lowers and begins feeding my cock inside her. She’s tight, warm, and soft. I can feel how I stretch her as she hisses. By the time I’m fully seated, she’s panting.

I’m having a heart attack, my gator whispers. She feels so good, my heart is going to beat out of my chest.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, I can’t help but smirk at his antics. We’ve both been waiting forever it seems for just this moment and now that it’s happening, it’s not like I can exclude him, but damn, I wish he’d just luxuriate in how fantastic we feel with her wrapped around our cock.

I think it can’t get better, and then she begins to move. With her hands on my shoulders, she bounces and rolls her hips. Until this moment, I didn’t think it was possible to die from pleasure. But now, with my heart racing, I think it’s fucking probable. But I will never leave my mate. She needs me, and we have a life together that’s already becoming more than I ever dreamed.

Ariel moans as I grasp her hips and move her in time with my thrusts. Leaning forward, my tongue laves at each of her breasts, flicking her nipples into hard peaks. We’re grinding into one another; lost in the sensations we’re sharing. Our bodies are in perfect sync, and I've never felt anything as incredible as this woman and her love.

She’s so fucking tight and her walls flutter around my cock. I know she’s getting close. Her chest flushes, and her eyes nearly roll back in her head. Ariel’s full, sensual lips part and I can see her pulse beating hard as I glimpse the artery in her neck. She’s delicate, but also so fucking fierce. The perfect mate for a gator.

She IS perfect! he agrees. She’ll give us offspring. We’ll finally have our own hatchlings!

Not quite. Ariel won’t be laying eggs. But still, having our young will mean fatherhood and completeness. Our mate is a miracle.

Mark her! My gator insists. We need to do it. Now!

He’s right. There’s no better moment than right now. I feel my claws begin to grow, lengthening, and cutting through my skin to wrap around Ariel’s hips. Her thighs shake as her orgasm approaches. I time it, knowing the perfect moment I’ll mark her wrist.

Water sloshes around us, and I know we’ve soaked the floor as well as the towels. I don’t care. If it means being buried deep in my woman, I’ll deal with a ruined floor later.

When Ariel’s pussy contracts and begins milking my cock, that’s when my claws bury deep in her wrist. My mouth covers hers and swallows her scream, which terrifies me because I don’t know if I hurt her. I’m torn between the best orgasm I’ve ever had as I shudder, pumping my cock and filling her as I feel jets of my cum enter her sweet cunt, and worrying it’s too much. She greedily takes it, writhing against me as she accepts all I have to give her.

When I finally feel my claws recede, I dare to look at her wrist. A part of me feared I’d see blood in the water and her lacerated wrist. I’d have lost my shit if I drew blood. I didn’t. There’s a triple slash mark on her wrist, and it’s already fading from an angry red to a silvery white on her fair skin. Wow.

It’s beautiful, my gator sniffles. She’s ours forever now.

That’s the last thought in my head before I begin to shake, my cock sliding free from Ariel as I groan. My wrist is burning, and I lift it to stare at the mating mark that’s a perfect replica of the one on Ariel’s wrist. Three slashes. The gator’s claws.

Ariel stares at me with wonder as she sees it. “You’re mine too.”

That’s the sweetest three words she’s ever said. Only ‘I love you’ will ever mean as much.

“We’re mated,” I reveal, pulling her closer so I can possess her mouth. And if I have anything to do with it, we’re not gonna be done in this tub for a long while.

Chapter

Twenty

ARIEL

I have no words to describe what just happened between me and Chomp. I feel as though I’ve had an out-of-body experience. Every touch, every caress, was designed to show me just how much I mean to him. While I don’t want to think about him, especially right now, making love with Chomp was light years away from what I experienced before. Even seeing Gator peering out at me, eyes hooded at half-mast, has me so full of emotion that I’m not sure whether I want to cry or laugh. I’ve never felt so cared for and cherished in my life.

“Are you okay?” Chomp asks as he glides his fingers over my back, holding me against his chest as we lay in bed.

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