Page 91 of The Delver
“Slow?” He hissed as his claspers twitched on either side of his aching, throbbing stem, and his fists squeezed the rope. “I must be inside you, female.”
“And you will be, I promise. Because I want that too. But I have something else in mind first.” Callie lowered his hand, moving it between her legs, and placed his fingers atop the ropeover her slit. Her eyes held his as she ground against his fingers, her lashes lowering. “Don’t you want to taste me?”
The memory of her flavor danced teasingly upon his tongue, nearly making him growl, and his stem strained at the empty air in desperation. His need for her was torture, but the temptation of another taste, a real taste, was one he could not deny.
He curled his fingers over her pussy firmly, possessively, drawing a moan from her. “Fuck. Yes. Need it, Callie.”
“Good, because I want to taste you too.”
Taste him?
Urkot’s eyes shifted to Callie’s mouth, to those plump, pliable lips. A surge of pressure low in his belly made his leg joints suddenly weak.
She caught one of his mandibles, forcing his eyes back to hers. “Lie on your back.”
A war raged within him as he stared at her.
Take her. Claim her.
That was his drive, his instinct, his need—to rut her and fill her with his seed. It was the mating frenzy, settling over his mind in a crimson mist, spreading fire through his blood with every beat of his hearts.
But need was not the same as want. Hewantedthis moment with her, wanted to taste her, wanted to revel in pleasure with her. He wanted to fulfill her every desire. And for them both to have what they wanted, he would have to seize those frayed threads of self-control. He’d have to wrestle back his instinct and resist the frenzy.
Shaper unmake me, I want this.
Gritting his teeth, he withdrew from her. His hide thrummed, and he felt every thread’s width of distance between their bodies as he lay back upon a bed of moss and vines, bending his legs upward. His cock stood erect in the open air, pulsing with need.
Propped on his elbows, he watched Callie approach, her body decorated in his silk and her lips curled in a seductive smile.
She stopped beside him and trailed her fingers over one of his leg joints as her gaze roamed over him. “God, you look so fucking sexy like this.”
The passionate sincerity of her words made warmth blossom in his chest. Everything inside him felt tight. It was still so new and strange to be openly, honestly desired. To have someone look at him with such attraction in their eyes, and for that someone to be Callie, made it impossibly more significant.
Holding on to his leg joint, Callie swung her leg over him and sat down upon his chest with her back toward him. Her grip tightened briefly as she sucked in a sharp breath before dropping her hand and wiggling upon him with a whispered, “Oh fuck, that rope.”
He chittered deeply, taking delight in the fact that he wasn’t the only one struggling with arousal, even if it did nothing to lessen his own discomfort.
Callie smiled at him over her shoulder. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Never,” he said as sweetly as he could manage.
“I thought you didn’t want to play games, but it seems you do. So I’ll play.” Slowly, she bent forward. Her palms were hot upon the hide of his belly and her breasts were soft as she lay upon him. She spread her thighs wide, displaying her slit in front of his face. “Do you want my pussy, Urkot?”
At a loss for words, Urkot stared at her backside, hearts thundering. His silk ran down between her ass cheeks and was nestled in the dark folds of her slit. Her essence coated it, glistening in the low light, and its scent flooded his nostrils, stoking the flames at his core. Pure possessiveness ripped through him.
His silk. She was wearing his silk.
Resting his lower palm on her calf and his upper left on her hip, he reached for her with his right hand, grazing the wet silk with the back of a claw.
Callie shivered but drew her backside away just enough to escape his touch. “Ah-ah. You didn’t answer me.” She smoothed one of her hands farther down his abdomen and teased the top of his slit with her fingers. “Do you want my pussy, Urkot?”
His fingers flexed, pressing his claws into her skin. “Yes.”
“Good boy.” She dipped her fingers into his slit and stroked the base of his stem. “Do you want to taste it?”
Urkot’s head fell back, and his legs raked across plant and stone as she assailed him with pleasure. But he did not look away from her pussy. “More than anything.”
She wrapped her hand around his stem, beneath the knot. “Do you want to lick it? To…eat it?”
