Page 58 of The Delver
Gods, she fit so perfectly in his grasp, like every bit of her was shaped just for him.
Urkot made swift work of the tie at the side of her hip. He caught the garment before it fell, and he clenched the fabric as his eyes locked on her exposed slit. The hunger that only she could inspire raged inside him, setting his blood ablaze.
A red haze shimmered at the edges of his vision, and agony radiated through his core as his hardened stem pushed insistently against his slit. His claspers cinched tight over it in his desperate attempt for control. Urkot’s instincts roared for him to take her, take her, take her.
His female stood naked in front of him. It would’ve been so simple to bind her in silk, spread her thighs, and thrust his cock into her body.
She was his to claim.
“Urkot?”
Callie’s soft voice broke through the frenzied haze in his mind, and he tore his gaze away from her slit to look at her without desire clouding his perception. She stood shivering, teeth chattering, with her arms once more crossed over her breasts, hugging herself as water dripped from her hair.
By the Eight, what was he doing? Anger flared within him, and his need to protect Callie drove back the mating frenzy that had been taking root.
His mate needed warmth and comfort, and he was failing her.
Body stiff, Urkot, squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, willing himself to calm. Once he was sure he was in control, he busied himself by taking her garments to the entrance and hanging them near the blanket.
It granted him a few moments of reprieve, the briefest of escapes from temptation.
When Urkot turned back to Callie, she had already climbed into the nest, where she sat with her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them. She looked so small. Yet a rush of prideful possessiveness swept through him at seeing her nestled there, surrounded by his silk.
He lowered himself onto the nest beside her, lying on his side, and held up his right arms. “Come, Callie. I will share my warmth.”
She hurriedly crawled into the shelter of his arms, stretching out beside him, and Urkot let out a hiss as her chilled skin touched his hide.
“S-Sorry,” Callie said.
Without allowing her to even consider withdrawing from him, Urkot wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.
Callie moaned, tucking her nose against his shoulder. “God, you’re so warm.” She snuggled closer until her body was flush against his.
Fuck.
That simple human word was the only one that fit the moment, the only one that could encompass what he felt, what he wanted.
The press of her soft body roused his desire with new ferocity. He could feel her pliant breasts against his chest, could feel her warm breath caressing his hide, could feel her thigh shifting against his slit, teasing at his most sensitive part. Her morning dew scent pervaded his senses, beckoning him to breathe her in, to taste her, to discover if she was as sweet as she smelled.
As her trembling subsided, his hearts quickened, his breaths grew ragged, and his claspers curled around her outer thighs. His hold on her tightened as desire and duty warred inside him. But that desire was fast growing into something else, something stronger, something larger—need.
He needed this female.Hisfemale.
She sighed and wriggled in his hold, grazing his chest with her hardened nipples.
Urkot shuddered, and his stem extruded from his slit with a force that made him groan.
Callie gasped and went utterly still.
His stem was out. It was out, and it was pressed firmly along her thigh, throbbing against her smooth skin, aching with a primal need. He’d extruded completely, not just in her presence, but against her.
Urkot’s cock was as hard as the stone to which he was always compared. And Callie must’ve felt every damned thread’s width of it.
“Urkot…” she said softly, her fingers curling against his chest. “Is that?—”
“I am sorry,” he said hurriedly, lifting his arms to withdraw from her.
“Don’t.” Callie caught his side, keeping him from pulling away. “Stay.”
