Page 27 of Forsaken Desire
Instinctively, I wiggled, trying to get more of his licks. My reaction was so embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it. He swiped his tongue up my cleft and pushed against the pucker of my asshole. I stiffened at the foreign sensation.
“Shhh, Princess, relax.” His guttural tone sent a shiver down my spine, and my body listened, trusting its mate. His palm smoothed over the side of my hip. He returned to licking my channel, sliding up my slit in a smooth glide. I moaned against the linen, bunching the comforter in my fists. I gyrated against his mouth, and the thrust of his tongue quickened. I couldn’t stop shaking.
Cries and moans spilled from my lips. The wave of bliss crashed into me, and I screamed into the blankets, yanking and tugging at the fabric. I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath because he lifted his mouth from my sex, and then a foreign stretch in my channel made everything hazy.
The throb of my pussy erased the slight pinch. I pushed back, spearing myself fully onto his girth. He inhaled sharply, and one of his hands settled over the tattoo on my side, while the other wrapped around the back of my neck, pinning me onto the bed.
“Mine,” he snarled, grinding his pelvis against mine. The thickness at his base stretching me. I whimpered and spread my knees wider. “Take my knot, precious mate.”
He pulled his hips back, and that thickness popped out of my core, rubbing against my clit. I twitched under him, and he repeated the rub of it against the bud.
“Fuck, yes, take me like that.” His words blended into one another, taking on a mumbling cadence. “Good mate.”
He drilled his cock into my channel, ripping another orgasm free. I screamed into the bedding. My hearing buzzed and faded. I twitched under him as he grabbed my hips, fortunately, because I no longer had the strength to hold myself up.
He growled and ground against me. The pressure inside me intensified, and I screamed again, another orgasm taking away my ability to breathe.
His roar echoed in my ear. His cock throbbed and jutted heat inside me. All I could focus on was the warmth and how good it felt. I moved forward and couldn’t—I yelped from the pressure of trying to.
“I have you, Princess.” He rolled onto his back, arm banded around my belly, and tucked me against his body, keeping me flush to him. “Relax, I don’t want my knot hurting you.”
A knot?
I had no idea what it was, but I had a feeling it had something to do with my inability to pull off him.
His hand slid up and cupped my side where I had the tattoo. The touch caused my channel to flex around his length, and I moaned, need flaring painfully.
One of my cellmates used to go on about getting out and getting fucked. About desperately missing it. I had never understood, but now I did. My mate was everything to me, and if I’d had him before I’d been incarcerated, I would have whined about it every day too.
His fingertips played over my rib cage.
“Does my tattoo bother you?” I whispered. Would he think I was crazy? The odds that I’d gotten his name tattooed on mewhile in prison were exponentially low, but it just proved that fate knew what it was doing. He was mine, and he always would be. He groaned and sniffed my hair. That was only from my end, though. I could see how he’d think I was weird for it. I scratched at my cuticle, waiting for his response. Oh, no, would he assume it was the name of another man? Was that why he was fixated on it?
“I don’t know another Lucian.” I cleared my throat. “I’ve never met someone with your name before you.” I wet my bottom lip. Or any other men, really. Not after where I’d been the last few years—and the guards didn’t count. He didn’t say anything, and I huffed a breath out. I wanted to move away from him and hide. The intimacy of having him stuck inside me enhanced how vulnerable I was. “Lucian . . .”
“Yes, Princess?” His voice sounded rough and unsteady. More than anything, I wanted to look into his eyes.
“I love your knot.”
His body shook against me, and he buried his nose into the crook of my neck, breathing harshly. He ground harder against me, wrenching a cry from my lips. The pressure turned painful, but once he stopped moving, it stopped, replaced by searing pleasure. I shivered, gripping his forearm banded around me.
“You drive me crazy.” He nipped the shell of my ear. A rumble vibrated his chest, so intense it sent a tremble south.
The pressure in my channel relaxed, and I gasped from the release. He pulled out of my channel with a wet pop. Liquid dripped from my sex and slicked down my inner thighs. He slid out from under me, and I landed on the mattress, staring up at his narrowed eyes.
He took my hand and guided it to his still stiff cock.
“You’re so big.” I licked my lips. “Are all male shifters graced with this girth?”
“This is the only cock you have to think about.” It sounded like a threat. The corners of my lips twitched. I liked my mate jealous.
With my hand around his length, I squeezed, using the slickness against my hand to rub his cock. Having him against me aroused me. I slid my other hand over his neck, trailing my fingertips along his strong jaw.
“And it’s the only cock I’ve ever had,” I admitted, my face warm, but I said it with pride. I’d always wondered if I’d been sexually active, but after the sensation tonight, I had no doubt I’d never done that before. I’d waited for my mate. He jerked like I’d punched him. I knew he hadn’t done the same, and a twisted part of me needed to know about his past.
“How many women have you been with?” I met his eyes with mine wide. His lips were parted, gaze scanning my face. “Lucian?” I asked hesitantly.
His phone went off, and I jumped, but he didn’t twitch; he was frozen above me. I pulled my hand away from his cock and poked his chest.
