Page 36 of Alokar
“We have mates.”
Even with the raw adoration blazing in his gaze, I felt myself grow cold at his words. “I guess you’d need a female Kerzak to be your mate.”
Ewok chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest, then lowered his head and kissed me with devastating tenderness, his lips soft and warm against mine. “You are my mate, Hannah. I feel it burning in my soul like a brand. From the moment you shot me with that rifle, I knew you were mine.”
“Talk about a meet-cute,” I snorted, then waved off his adorably confused expression. “What does that mean forus?” I’d read a romantasy novel once about an elf king who mated a human female—they couldn’t be apart without suffering excruciating pain.
“It means that for me—no matter how long I live—I will never want, never love another female but you.”
“Even if we are apart,” I whispered, not wanting to give voice to the possibility but needing to know.
“Even then,” he vowed, his voice fierce with conviction. “But for now, we are together.”
Ewok bent his head and captured my lips, kissing me with wild abandon, his mouth moving against mine with fierce, breathless passion that sent heat coursing through my veins.
His firm hands found my waist, fingers splaying across my ribs as he lifted me effortlessly from the ground, bringing our mouths to the same level. The sudden shift in height made my breath catch as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring with hungry urgency. My arms wound around his neck, fingers threading through the soft hair at his nape, while my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. I clung to him desperately, my body molding against his muscular frame as if I could somehow merge with his very essence, every nerve ending alive and tingling.
The bed beckoned from across the room, the rumpled sheets promising comfort, but suddenly those few steps felt like an impossible distance. Ewok tumbled toward the weathered leather sofa instead. The ancient piece of furniture, worn smooth by years of use, let out a deep, protesting groan as the old coil springs compressed beneath Ewok’s solid weight, the sound echoing through the quiet room like a sigh of surrender.
I straddled him, my clit pulsing with desperate need as it pressed against the hard ridge of his cock straining beneath his jeans. The heat between us was electric, making my skin tingle with anticipation.
My robe slipped away, the cottony fabric pooling onto the floor in a whisper. Ewok’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as he drank in the sight of my naked body.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. Under his intense gaze, I felt like a goddess—beautiful, desirable, absolutely perfect.
His massive hands found my waist, lifting me with effortless strength so his mouth could capture one aching nipple, drawing it deep between his lips with hungry suction.
“You taste so good,” he groaned against my skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he worshipped first one breast, then the other, his large palms claiming my ass and squeezing possessively.
I writhed against him, grinding my dripping core over the thick bulge in his jeans, leaving my arousal soaked through the denim without shame. The cabin, the mountains, reality itself—everything faded until only this male existed in my world. I arched my spine, offering my breasts to his devoted mouth as waves of pure ecstasy crashed through me. His grip on my backside tightened as he intensified his assault on my sensitive peaks. My moans echoed through the room—I could have climaxed from his mouth alone. But I craved more. I needed all of him.
I shifted back, creating space as my trembling fingers attacked his jeans with desperate urgency. His amusedexpression melted into pure bliss the moment his cock sprang free, and I wrapped my hands around its impressive girth.
Rising on my knees, I positioned his swollen head at my entrance, my pussy already slick and ready. Slowly, savoring every incredible inch, I sank down onto him.
Ewok’s eyes went wide as I took him completely, pleasure mixing with innocent wonder across his features. “I didn’t realize,” he began, his cheeks flushing darker.
I smiled, brushing my lips tenderly against his. He filled me so perfectly, touched places that made me forget this powerful male beneath me had been inexperienced until last night.
“Trust me,” I whispered, sinking down until he was buried to the hilt inside my welcoming heat.
Despite his inexperience, Ewok moved with instinctive perfection, lifting his hips to meet each roll of mine. His powerful hands gripped my ass, guiding me up and down his thick shaft, driving into me with increasing intensity. All I could do was surrender to wanton pleasure as he claimed me completely.
“Fuck,” I gasped, palms pressed against his sculpted chest. He made me feel tiny and cherished as he thrust up into me, his ridged cock stroking every sensitive spot inside me with devastating precision.
“Come for me, Hannah,” Ewok breathed against my throat, his voice rough with need. “Ineedto watch you fall apart.”
“Yes!” I cried out, my arms wrapping around his neck as our mouths crashed together, tongues dancing as I felt his cock pulse and swell inside me.
Ewok growled into our kiss—a primal, animalistic sound that sent shivers through me. His fingers dug into my skin of my ass as he increased his pace, driving his massive length into me with a relentless force that left me breathless.
“Yes, Ewok!” I screamed his name as my body convulsed around him, the orgasm so intense it left me dizzy and trembling.
Ewok roared his release as he erupted inside me, filling me with pulse after pulse of his hot essence. I collapsed against his chest, shutting my eyes, completely senseless with pleasure.
When consciousness slowly drifted back, I discovered myself nestled against Ewok’s warm body, our limbs entwined. His breathing was deep and steady beneath my cheek, each rise and fall a gentle rhythm that seemed to match the beating of my own heart. His cock remained deep inside me, a connection I never wanted to sever. The exquisite intimacy of the moment enveloped me like silk, and I found myself wishing time could stand still, preserving this closeness forever.
“I can’t lose you, Ewok,” I breathed against the velvet softness of his fur, my words barely more than a trembling whisper. The confession spilled from my soul—raw, luminous, and utterly vulnerable. It wasn’t merely our lovemaking that bound me to him, though I suspected that flame would burn for eternity. It was something far more profound. The way my very essence seemed to recognize his, as if the cosmos had lovingly sculpted every atom of my being to fit perfectly withinhis embrace. In his arms, I wasn’t just whole—I was home, transformed into the truest version of myself that had ever existed.
