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That sent me over the edge with a wail, eyes closed, one hand on my clit and the other pinching my nipple hard.
A moment later, hot hands pushed my own hand aside and Mikas’s face was between my legs, his tongue spearing me and lapping at my slit.
I cried out, my legs closing instinctively on his head until he pushed them open again and held me against his mouth so he could drink my release.
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Mikas,” I gasped.
With a snarl, he turned his head and bit my inner thigh.
A millisecond of pain—and then the universe exploded.
CHAPTER 27
MIKAS
When my matecame on her own fingers, her head thrown back and mouth open in a desperate scream, my beastly hearts roared, demanding to be freed to feast—to mate not just in the human way but in the way of the bosor, the predator.
I am not afraid of you, Isla had said, and demanded I show her all of myself. My mate would not lie to me, and her scent confirmed she did not fear me. I was hersafe place.
With wild abandon, I threw open the door of the cage that had kept my beastly self contained since I had left the battlefield behind and let all the darkness and hunger rise. The joy of freedom, of trust and being trusted, coursed through my body and ignited every cell.
Lost in a haze of need and pleasure, my face buried between her thighs, I feasted on the taste and scent of her orgasm as I had never done before. I was hungry. Hungry forher. Hungry for her ecstasy. Hungry for our future, so long denied.
I licked Isla’s sweet flower, my tongue seeking every drop of her release. She gripped my hair and pulled, the pain deliciousand demanding. I could never get enough of being needed by my mate.
A shiver ran through my body, bringing with it a wave of heat that tightened my balls and nearly made me come though my hands were on Isla and no longer on my cocks. A sweet liquid dripped from my fangs and landed on my tongue. The taste was like nothing I had ever experienced. It set my soul alight and sparked a new kind of need.
Mate, my beastly hearts roared.
I tightened my embrace of her hips and sank my fangs into her inner thigh. Her flinch was brief, and then she moaned.
The sweet liquid pumped through my fangs into her flesh. I tasted a hint of blood, but she did not bleed from the wounds.
Instead, she came.
My Isla screamed and screamed, her heels pushing against my shoulders and body thrashing in my arms. Her sweet juices splattered my face and the scent of her release filled the air, tinged with notes of the liquid from my fangs.
As she wailed, gasping and glistening with sweat, I caught fragments of my name in the midst of her cries. I withdrew my fangs and licked the tiny punctures, which leaked droplets of that sweet liquid I had made for my mate. Isla trembled and moaned every time my tongue rasped against her skin.
Her chest heaving, she reached for me. I crawled up her body and gently thrust my upper cock into her sweet pussy as it fluttered and clenched around me. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me closer in an unspoken demand.
“Isla,” I rasped, and buried my upper cock to the hilt in her tight, slick heat.
Somehow all the sensations of making love to my mate were more vivid now—more visceral, more electric, impossibly more satisfying. The sounds I made with each thrust were far from human. And Isla responded in kind, crying out each time the nubs and ridges on my cock entered her.
“Use both,” she demanded, her eyes wild with need. “I want to feel them both.”
I withdrew completely from her and plunged my lower cock in. My slick upper cock rubbed over her clit, again and again, and she came with a cry, tightening and fluttering around me so powerfully that I had to slow my movements to hold back my own orgasm.
When her screams quieted, I gathered her in my arms, moved to the side of the lounge, and turned her to face the window. “Bend over,” I rasped. “Spread your legs and put your hands on the glass.”
With a whimper, she obeyed.
With beautiful Fortusia before us, I spread her ass with my hands and speared her with my tongue. She cried out and nearly fell, but steadied herself against the window.
Slowly I stretched her open, first with my tongue and then with my fingers, until she was sobbing and pleading, her fingers scrabbling on the glass.
When I drew her to me with my hands on her hips, she backed up, eager and ready to take me. I held my upper cock steady for her. “Slowly,” I said.
