Page 23 of Mated to the Crown
“I don’t care about that. I would give up all of that if you wanted something else.” I mutter before going back to brushing my fingers through her hair. She sits up, her gaze meeting mine and her face serious. All playfulness left her.
“How can you be so sure? You would throw away everything for me? We barely know each other.” Her eyebrows scrunch as she speaks.
“You are right, we barely know each other, but I trust the Goddess. Days before I found you I had dreams about you. I saw our life. I saw what happiness you brought into my life. Call it an intuition, or a feeling. I feel it deep in my bones and you might not because you aren’t a shifter, but I want to believe maybe one day you will.” I explain, reaching out and tracing my knuckles across her jaw.
“I feel a thread.” She admits in a hushed whisper. “A thread pulling me to you.”
“That is different than what I feel but a good sign, no? Do you think you would feel it if I was a serial killer?” I smirk.
“Malik.” She grumbles, sitting back against the couch and gazing off at the rest of the cabin. “I didn’t feel it until we… were in your room.”
“Really?” That was interesting. Maybe that was when the tattoos started. I pull her sleeve up again, grazing my fingers across the tattoo. She shivers beneath me, her skin pebbling as I touch her. She leans toward me, placing a kiss on my chest. I let out a shuddering breath and fight the need to touch her.
She moves, slipping one leg over my lap until she is straddling me. Her eyes are blazing a beautiful blue, the gold flecks seeming to shimmer as she rocks herself in my lap. Instantly I feel my cock betray me, straining against the confines of my pants. I go to speak, to tell her to slow down and think about it but her mouth crashes against mine.
My hands slide across her thighs and around to grab her ass, pulling her closer to me. Her hands search my chest. She traces the muscles with her fingertips, running her hands up to my shoulders and down my arms. Her mouth doesn’t relent, her tongue pressing against my lips to open up for her.
A deep rumble sounds in my chest, my own beast fighting for control. I grab her, moving her until she is beneath me on the couch. I part her legs, pushing them wider than what she originally allowed. I use one hand to unbutton my pants to relieve some of the pressure on my cock. My mouth leaves hers for a moment so I can look down at her, looking for some sign that she thinks this is a mistake.
“Don’t make me beg, Malik.” She bites her bottom lip.
“Later.” I growl, pressing my mouth to hers again. A fire ignites inside me, sending jolts of electricity through me as her hands wander. She pulls my shirt, whining until I pull it off. Her hands touch my skin, soft and gentle until I kiss down her neck. “Look at that mark.” I groan, kissing my mark from earlier. Her nails dig into my back and I rock my hips against her, already feeling how wet she is.
I lean back until I am kneeling. She is splayed beneath me, her hair a mess and her face has a hazy look on it, full of lust. I trail my hand down her front, pinching her hard nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra. She arches against me but I continue down until I reach her pants.
“You sure, baby?” I give her a look but she writhes her hips against me, eyes half lidded.
“Please.”
Take her. She is ours.
I pull her pants off, throwing them off to the side before leaning down and kissing her stomach. She lets out little gasps, taking one arm to cover the top half of her stomach. A growl leaves me again and she moves it to cover her face instead.
“You are fucking sexy, stop thinking otherwise.” I kiss the inside of her thigh. The scent of her pulls me though. My mouth waters as I press my nose against her black panties. She stills and for a second I worry I hurt her. I press my tongue against the fabric, letting out a breath. I can feel her thighs fill with goosebumps as she holds back her moan.
My mind is running with what I want to do with her. What I want to dotoher. The beast roars inside, wanting me to mate her as quickly as possible, but I want to touch her, taste her, make her shatter on my tongue, my fingers and my cock. I pull the panties off, tossing them aside to see my prize.
“Look how wet you are, Princess. Is this for me?” I slide a finger through her arousal and she moans. “I don’t hear you.”
“Yes, fuck. Yes, Malik. It is for you.” Her voice is raw and needy, sending me deeper into the headiness of the situation. I kiss her thighs, moving closer to her wet pussy. I use the tip of my finger to trace around her entrance as my mouth connects with her clit. A loud moan leaves her and she spreads her legs wider, bucking up against me.
I eat. I lick, suck, kiss and enjoy all of her. Slipping my fingers into her causes her to reach down and grab my hair. Her legs raise and I help position them on my shoulders while slipping my free hand under her ass so I can hold her closer to me. My tongue explores all of her, finding the spots she likes most. Her favorite spot is a little to the right, not directly on her clit. Everytime my tongue presses against it she bucks wildly.
I pump my fingers, feeling her tighten around me. My own moans vibrate against her. The feeling of her wet heat makes me want to sink my cock into her even more. I press upward, moving the pad of my finger against it.
I pull away from her, kissing up her stomach to her breasts.
“I fucking need you.” She whimpers.
“Do you? I haven’t even seen your perfect tits yet.” I moan.
“Next time. I need you.” She sways her hips again and I kiss her. She doesn’t back away, not disgusted with the taste of herself on my tongue. If anything it spurs her on more as she deepens the kiss.
I push my pants off the rest of the way along with my boxers, fisting myself and rubbing it against her slit. I look down at her but her eyes are closed. Her back is arched, her face scrunched in bliss as I press into her. I move slowly, fighting my own self control until she whimpers “more.” Then I bottom out. She cries out and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good.” I groan in her ear, pulling back before thrusting into her. Each time going a little bit harder until I can’t control it anymore. I kiss down her collarbone, licking my mark, before making my way to her breasts. I move her bra down so I can lick at her nipples. My mouth engulfs her perky nipples. My tongue plays with one at a time as I feel her pussy tightening around my cock. Her nails scratch down my back, sending shivers through me.
“Malik.” She whines.
