Page 56 of Needed in the Night
Without him helping, I wasn’t sure if I could have moved. The sensations of his cock inside me made my eyes roll back in my head. My vision went a little blurry around the edges.
When I was upright, he let go of my hands to grip my hips as his dark eyes devoured the sight of me.
“Look at your sweet pussy squeeze my cock.” With histhumb, he stroked my clit. I mewled and shuddered hard. “You could come right now, couldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “If I move at all, I’m going to come.”
“Good.” He laced our fingers together and held his arms out straight so I could brace myself. “Come on my cock, then, my beautiful mate. I want to fill you.”
I’d intended to take both his cocks so he could fill me fully. But now, having struggled to take just one despite how well-lubricated he was, I knew I’d need more time and prep to handle both. He must have realized that too.
His lower cock would slide along the cleft of my ass as I moved, but I wanted to give him more than that. I withdrew one of my hands from his grip, reached behind me, and found his slick and dripping second cock.
The moment my fingers wrapped around it, Mikas bucked his hips and roared. That sound—and the intense sensation of his cock moving inside me—nearly sent me careening over the edge.
He had enough control not to thrust hard and come, or hurt me with his claws. His free hand grabbed a fistful of bedding immediately and shredded it. We were going to owe Atlath a new bed.
“Isla,” Mikas growled, his fangs bared. “Ride me, my mate.”
The sensation of him inside me was already overwhelming. I might not die, but fucking Mikas like this was going to be a level of pleasure that actually frightened me.
I braced myself on Mikas’s hand, locked my gaze on his, and rolled my hips. His cock rubbed inside me in a hundred ways I’d never felt before. “Mikas,” I wailed.
Ever so careful not to hurt me by moving too fast or roughly, he dug his heels into the bed and thrust up gently to meet me as I rode him. I stroked his lower cock in time with our movements. His hot precum splattered my back and dripped downmy ass. My whimpers became cries, and my cries turned into wails of bliss.
I came on him with screams that were nearly sobs mixed with sounds that were barely human.
Then he was snarling and thrusting harder into my pussy and my hand, bouncing me on his cocks, his head thrown back and hand gripping mine.
When Mikas came, it was glorious.
Roaring, growling, his body wracked with shudders and eyes aglow, he came first from his upper cock in a half-dozen or more massive spurts of beautiful pearlescent cum that filled me and then over-filled me to stream down my thighs and cover his lap.
His orgasm continued to build. With another bellow, he released from his lower cock. Using his grip for leverage, I half-turned and looked over my shoulder to watch. Gods, his cock was magnificent as it leapt and spurted in my grip to splash cum across my face and breast.
I aimed his cock at my open mouth and caught two delicious ropes of sweet cum on my tongue. Did he taste sweet to me because he was my true mate? Or was this his natural taste?
As his cocks released the last of his cum, he quaked and groaned my name. I slid my hand down his slick and dripping lower cock to cradle his tight balls. He roared once more, bucking up into me again and again, his heels braced into the soft bed, until he was spent.
I was full of Mikas’s cum, and covered in Mikas’s cum, and I loved it. He wasmine.
Exhausted and content, I slumped against his chest with a sigh.
He wrapped his arms around me, his face buried in my hair. “My mate,” he whispered, still trembling. “Gods, you are perfect beyond my wildest dreams.”
“Did you dream of me?” I asked, breathless.
“I did.” Chest heaving, he held me tightly. “Every day, every night.” His voice was rough with exertion and emotion.
How had I never suspected? All those nights talking over brandy and berries, and I’d never had a clue. It was little solace to know our lives had depended on him hiding how he felt.
Maybe I’d been afraid to see it. Maybe I’d let my fears blind me.
“It is embarrassing to admit,” he added, “but I fantasized about you as well.”
Grumpy, silent Mikas hadfantasizedabout me? I moved my head so I could see his face. His eyes twinkled.
“Oh?” I found a streak of cum on my cheek, wiped it up with my finger, and licked it off. Yum. His chest rumbled. “What kind of fantasies?” I asked, my tone playful.
