Page 62 of The Delver
The fragrance of her essence, sweeter and more alluring than any nectar, drew his eyes back down to her slit. Her parted thighs hid nothing from him. Her delicate, slender fingers stroked a little nub at the apex of her sex, making her breaths faster and shorter, wringing soft whimpers from her throat, and brightening that gleam in her eyes.
She was pleasuring herself right before him.
And she was staring at him while she did it.
I want you.
Callie, who had claimed his affection from the moment he’d seen her without her ever realizing, wanted Urkot. She wanted to mate with him. To rut.
And by all the gods of vrix and humans alike, he wanted nothing more than to fulfill her wish. He wanted to take her, now.
But instinct clawed at his mind, shredding his already frayed control. He could not ignore their differences in this moment. He could not ignore that he was big, powerful, and hard, and she was small and soft. Fragile.
If the mating frenzy overtook him, how could he stop himself from harming her?
“Callie…”
“I need you, Urkot,” she moaned as she plunged her finger deep into her sex. Into herpussy.
He watched the digit sink into those slick, dark, welcoming folds, and a shiver coursed up his spine. His cock twitched, straining in the air and threatening to spill yet again.
Her body accepted that finger so easily, so readily. Would it accept his stem the same way?
He balled his upper hands into fists, grinding his knuckles against the stone floor through the spun silk.
She was right here, begging for him. Just as desperate as he was.
This couldn’t be the time, couldn’t be the place, could it? To think that he would claim her here, now, instead of in the nest he intended to make for her in his den…
Yet what had he learned since the cave had collapsed, trapping them down here? Every moment together was precious. Every moment spent denying what they wanted, what they yearned for, was a moment wasted.
If everything could end in an instant, without any warning…why wait any longer? Why deny himself? Why not take what was his? Why not accept this offering with all his hearts and all his desire?
Urkot slid his lower hand down, letting his palm glide over her skin and grazing her belly with his claws, making her flesh quiver. She arched her back and moaned. That sound thrummed right to his stem, deepening the ache in his pelvis.
He’d been an eightfold-damned fool to think he could’ve resisted. He’d been a fool to even try.
Lifting his hand from her, Urkot wrapped it around the base of his shaft. He groaned as he squeezed his cock. To his delight, her eyes were fixated on it, and her breaths quickened further.
Urkot shifted his lower body, positioning his legs to brace himself. “You want this?”
Cheeks darkening, she nodded, slid her finger out of her sex, and returned it to that nub, which she stroked lazily. It glistened with her slick.
Unbidden, his tongue slipped out of his mouth and trailed along its seam, yearning for a taste of her. But that was not what he needed now. That was not what either of them needed.
I want your cock inside me.
Urkot released a shaky breath and raised his torso upright, moving his upper hands to grasp her hips. He lifted her backside. Callie spread her legs wider, hooking them over his forelegs. The position placed her slit directly before his cock.
“You need this,” he growled as his claspers latched around her thighs.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Angling his stem, he lined up the tip to the opening of her pussy. His tendrils brushed over her slick flesh. Callie shivered, legs trembling and eyelids fluttering. He flexed his hips forward, pushing the wide head of his cock into her. He could feel it already—that smooth flesh, resistant and yet yielding, eager, hungry. She whimpered.
“Say it, Callie. Say you are mine.”
“Fuck me. Please.”
