Page 61 of Feral Guardian
“Yes. More, please.”
His grip tightens and the sensation between my thighs intensifies. His other hand is there, sliding between my folds and finding that perfect spot. I arch my back and give him better access. He slides through me, and I moan, loving every sensation he gifts me.
“Everything to me,” he whispers from behind me, and my orientation is shattered.
I’m not in the hot spring anymore. I’m in the tent, and Alastair’s cock is between my thighs. My head rests on his arm and his hand cups my breast, while the other is pressed against my lower belly. He thrusts gently and moans against the shell of my ear.
I’m suddenly very aware that this is not a dream.
I tense as my eyes fly open wide.
It’s pre-dawn, and crimson hues paint the outside of the tent. The ground is soaked on the lower half, and my clothes, as well as Alastair’s, lay in a heap above us. The air around me isn’t cold, and I know Alastair is using his heat shield ring.
He thrusts again and the drag of his crown along my clit heightens the pleasure in my belly. His hand tightens on my breast, and he kneads it softly. My right arm is stuck under me and my left is pinned by his arm holding my belly.
He pulls his hips back and his crown bumps me again, all the way back to my slick opening. My heart thunders in my ear and I scream at myself to wake him. This is wrong; he’s asleep. He doesn’t want me. He doesn’t want to fuck me.
But he’s not fucking me.
That’s a shit excuse. His cock is running along my—
“Ahh,” I whimper, then swallow back a needy cry as he thrusts again, this time harder.
His hips slam into my cheeks and jolt me in his grasp. His hold tightens on me, but he does not wake. His thumb and forefinger roll my nipple into a stiff peak, and I bite my lip to stifle my moan.
Gods, he feels so good.
But this is wrong.
“Alastair,” I say, trying to rouse him.
He nibbles my ear. “You’re everything.”
He thrusts again. Harder. I grit my teeth and squeeze my thighs together. The added pressure pushes him up against my sex, and I feel him all the more as he drags himself out.
“Ala—stair,” I moan, trying again to wake him.
“Everything,” he utters, slamming against me.
I can’t stop the cry that escapes me. The tight coil of pleasure in my gut is about to spring free.
He thrusts harder. “Everything to me.”
I whimper again, and then suddenly, everything stops.
“Lily.” He says my name like a confused question. “Oh, gods, what have I done?”
He starts to pull away but I tighten my legs and grip his arm. “Please, Alastair. Give me this. I…I need it. You owe me.”
He’s absolutely still for several heartbeats and I turn my head to look up at him. He stares down at me, his eyes glowing as red as the sunrise. His fingers dig into my hip and I feel the prick of claws.
“This is your favor?” he asks.
“Yes. Please don’t leave me like this. Don’t leave me wanting.Needing.”
He pushes up onto his elbow so his face hovers over mine. “What do you need?”
“Move, please. Move against me,” I beg, my left arm trying to get free to show him what I want.
