Page 63 of Needed in the Night
“Maybe,” he allowed. “But mostly it was a matter of pride for her, I think.” He rumbled in anger. “I was a commandant. She thought I might advance her career and she was possessive as a result. Regrettably, I tolerated her behavior when I should not have.”
“Understandable under the circumstances.” I snuggled closer so I could tuck my head under his chin. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“I will try, for your sake.” He kissed my hair. “I was wounded in battle not long before my enlistment ended. Once physicians reconstructed my right leg and the rest of of my injuries healed, I declined to join the raider squad that recruited Kona and instead returned home to Fortusia. The rest, you know.”
I wanted to encourage him to tell me more about his early life, his enlistment, and the circumstances of his injuries, but his hand slid up my bare leg under the robe to grip my thigh and I decided all that could wait. We had time to tell each other everything.
“I think it is time for dessert,” Mikas said, his thumb stroking my inner thigh languidly. “I find myself yearning for something sweet.”
“I’m sure we could arrange to have something delivered tothe shop and brought up to the room,” I said innocently. “That bakery near the metaphysical shop has the most delicious cakes.”
His lips traveled along my hairline, and his tongue caressed the ridges and sensitive skin of my ear. I shivered.
“No baker could provide what I want.” His hand moved farther up my leg until I squeezed my thighs together to pin his hand in place. “My tastes are more refined now. I require a singer to satisfy my needs.”
Undaunted by my playful resistance, he slid a single finger between my thighs. Its very tip just barely brushed my slit, but it might as well have been a bolt of lightning straight to my clit. Wetness began to drip from my pussy. I whimpered and squeezed my legs together harder.
Beneath my ridiculous robe, his cocks had hardened to stone. I pictured them slick with his lubrication and dripping precum and licked my lips.
“How merciless you are.” He chuckled into my ear. “You would deny a thirsting man a drink?”
“You can’t bethatthirsty,” I countered, breathless. “We drank an entire bottle of wine with our meal.”
“I beg to differ. I am parched.” He caught my earlobe in his sharp teeth, careful not to draw blood. “I need your sweet nectar, my mate. And then I want to see you take my cocks here on this sofa.”
I couldn’t help it; I moaned.
“I want to see you spread your legs and take me fully,” he continued. “I want to give you my knot and pump you full of my cum and hear you scream my name so loudly your voice carries for kilometers. I want you to know what you will have any time you want it for the rest of our days. But first…”
He ran his finger slowly up and down along my dripping slit again, and again, and again, before drawing his hand out from between my legs to show me the wetness on his fingertip. “First,” he said, smiling to show his fangs, “I need to slake my thirst.” And then he licked his finger clean.
Gods above and below, this man might kill me with sex before we had a chance to escape the planet.
“Stand up,” he said, nudging me with his hips. “Stand on the sofa and put your feet on either side of me.”
Trembling and weak-kneed with desire, I rose and did as he’d asked, standing facing him with my feet astride his thighs. The robe was so oversized and so long that it reached the floor behind me.
Slowly, he untied the robe and opened it to bare me to his sight. “Beautiful beyond belief,” he said, and gripped my hips to steady me. “Take off the robe.”
I slid it off my shoulders, down my arms, and let it fall to the floor.
He drew me to him, slid a little lower on the sofa, and buried his face between my legs. I settled in with a whimper, my knees slightly bent and braced into the cushion.
“I smell my cum in you,” he murmured. “This is the smell of mating—of all my dreams come true.”
He slid two fingers into my pussy and pumped them slowly, licking his lips at the wet sound they made.
“Do you like being fingered by your mate, Isla?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Yes.” It came out as a gasp.
“Do you like sitting on your mate’s face?”
My chest heaved. I cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples. “Yes.”
He withdrew his fingers and licked them. “Do you like to watch your mate drink your sweet nectar?”
“Yes, I do.” I tapped his nose and pulled my hand away when he tried to bite my fingers. “I thought you were thirsty.”
