Page 93 of Needed in the Night
When he was finally inside me to the hilt, he stilled above me. “No pain?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Only the best kind. Don’t move.” My gaze on his, I reached for his slick upper cock.
He groaned, and a shudder ran through his entire body. Even his spines bristled. And I hadn’t done anything more than wrap my hand around him—as much as I could, anyway.
I squeezed him gently and held tight. “Now you can move.”
“Isla.” It was a moan. He shuddered again, his back bowing. “You may kill me.”
“Sex with me won’t kill you, I promise,” I teased, my voice husky. “Or at least that’s whatyoutoldmethe first time.”
Trembling, his chest heaving, he withdrew slowly. We both quaked every time the nubs and ridges on his cocks passed through my fingers and the entrance to my pussy. The sensations were all the more powerful because we were sharing them.
“Isla,” he groaned. “Isla…”
I drew him toward me with my leg, wordlessly encouraging him to thrust. And he did, slowly, savoring every sensation as much as I did. His groans matched my whimpers.
“You feel so good,” he gasped. “So perfect.”
“So do you.” I took a shaky breath. “Mikas, make your mate scream.”
He thrust into my pussy and my hand, slowly at first and then more quickly, every muscle in his body rigid with the strain of holding himself back. Oh, it all felt so good, so intense. So wonderful. I cried out, pleading for him to go faster.
“Call me your mate,” he rasped, lowering his head to kiss my jaw. “I need to hear you say it again.”
“Mikas, my mate.” I caressed his face. “My beautiful beast of a mate.”
He groaned and thrust harder. I slipped my thumb into his mouth. He sucked on it as he pumped into me, and that was a new sensation that somehow made all the rest even more delicious.
I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to lose himselffor me, to fill me and fill me again. I wanted everything he had to give.
As he thrust, I tightened my grip, stroked him harder, and ghosted my thumb over his cock head. He shuddered hard and made a sound somewhere between a groan and a snarl. “Isla—” he grated.
“Come for me, my mate,” I said, my hand cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. “Cover me with your cum.”
With a guttural bellow, he came first from his upper cock in great spurts that splashed over my body, across my face, and into my mouth. I held out my tongue to catch what I could.
And then he came from his lower cock in a rush of heat that spilled out freely because there was so much, and because no knot had kept it inside. The movement of his lower cock sent me over the edge with him.
As I gasped for air and licked his cum from my lips, he withdrew from me, formed the pillows into a mound, and rolled me to my front, careful even now not to put strain on my back or shoulders. He bent me over the pillows, spread my legs with his hands, and plunged his tongue into my ass. I screamed and held on to the pillows for dear life.
He tongued me and stretched me, rumbling as I wailed and ground against his face and hands. And then he was thrusting his cocks into my pussy from behind, alternating between them until the different angles and sensations made me come hard. I was nearly sobbing with the pleasure he gave me.
When he stroked his upper cock so it dripped over and into my ass, that wonderful warmth of total relaxation and acceptance really did make me sob.
“Isla?” he asked, his hand resting on my hip. “Talk to me.”
“Please,” I gasped, reaching behind me to find his thigh. “Please give me your cocks, Mikas. My mate.Please.”
With a guttural sound, he did as I asked. Oh, all the godsabove and below—the feeling of both his cocks pushing into me was pure heaven.
When my ass was against his hips and he was fully and doubly buried inside me, he stopped again to kiss my back and lave it with his tongue. My skin was so sensitive that every raspy lick made me shiver and clench around his cocks.
I would have liked to ride him like this, for him to sit back and let me bounce on his lap, but my healing back wasn’t strong enough to do that yet.
“My mate,” he said, his hands cupping my breasts as his thumbs stroked my hard nipples. “This is what you want?”
“Yes.” I wanted him to thrust, to send me crashing into bliss, but I understood what made him pause. “I want this forever. Ineedthis forever. As long as I have you, I have everything.”
