Page 60 of The Delver
God, she wanted that.
She stroked her fist up, over the knot, taking her time to caress it, before exploring farther up his shaft until she reached the flared head. There, it narrowed to a two-pronged tip with an inch-long slit between.
“Callie,” he rasped, his claws biting into her skin as he flexed his fingers on her hip, making tingles spread through her.
“Mmm, I love it when you say my name like that.” She teased the opening of his tip with her thumb. “Do you like this?”
His cock twitched. He moved his face to her hair and hissed, “Yes.”
That word went straight to her core, and she was all the more aware of the achy hollowness growing inside her.
“Good,” Callie said, wrapping her fingers fully around him again. “Because I like touching you.”
She stroked her hand down his cock and back up. He quivered at her touch. Slowly, firmly, she continued stroking, up and down, learning the feel of him and loving the sounds he made.
His musky, earthy, intoxicating scent bloomed around her, enveloping her senses, but there was another layer to it she hadn’t detected before, one that made her mouth water. Cinnamon and cloves.
He smells so damn delicious.
With every pump of her hand, his hold on her strengthened. His breathing grew harsher and more ragged in the quiet of their little haven, and she felt his pulse thrumming against both her hand resting on his chest and her fist around his cock. Every rock of his pelvis, every low grunt, every minute reaction aroused her in turn. The fire burning in him, the heat wrapped in her fingers, grew and grew, and the flames inside her flared to mirror it.
She could feel the slickness of her desire coating her thighs. Her pussy yearned for his touch, to be filled. What it wanted was rock solid in her hand. Not a fantasy, not a toy like she’d often used in her old life, but flesh and blood, thick and hot. Real.
Callie parted her thighs, pushing against his claspers, and felt a whisper of air on her heated flesh as her leg brushed along Urkot’s.
His chest swelled with a deep inhalation, and then it vibrated with a growl so low and bestial that it reverberated straight to Callie’s core, making her clit twitch. It was a ravenous sound, soout of character for the controlled, measured vrix she’d come to know, and God was it sexy.
Faster than she could register, he shoved on her hip, rolling Callie onto her back, and surged over her. One instant they were on their sides, and the next he was propped over her, his upper arms braced to either side of her head and his forelegs bent with their joints on the bed of silk. His shoulders heaved with those harsh breaths, and his cock throbbed in her unbroken hold.
Urkot’s lower hand gripped her hip a little tighter, pressing those claws more firmly against her flesh. That bit of pain only enticed her more.
She’d thought herself in control? She’d thought she was dictating the pace of this exploration, that he was like putty in her hands? No. He could’ve seized control any moment he wanted to.
And now he had.
It took everything inside Callie not to squirm beneath him, not to press her thighs together in a vain attempt to alleviate the gnawing ache in her pussy.
His eyes, eight blue flames, met hers. She felt tiny with his body poised over her like this. Felt helpless. And yet she felt absolutely safe at the same time. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she held his gaze, silently daring him to continue, to do whatever he wanted.
Urkot’s hands clenched the spun silk beneath them. With a snarl, he snapped his pelvis forward. His shaft slid along her hand, forcing her grip over his knot and down to his base.
Callie moved her other hand to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, one fist over the other. She glanced down. Even in the low light, she could see that it was as blue as his glowing markings.
Bracing his middle and hind legs on the cave floor, he pumped his hips, his slick shaft gliding back and forth throughher hands, faster and faster. As he thrust, he lowered his head, drawing in her scent with every panting inhalation, his every exhalation punctuated by a growl or a snarl. Strands of his blue-and-white-threaded black hair fell over his shoulders and around his face. But even as his pace became wild and his claws sank deeper to scrape and gouge at the stone under the silk, his eyes never strayed from hers.
This was Urkot. Barriers down, restraint gone. This was him in his most primal state.
And Callie fuckinglovedit. He was beautiful.
She smiled up at him, keeping her hands double-fisted around his cock as he fucked her palms, coating them with his slick, which she felt dripping onto her belly.
Urkot’s pace faltered. His cock expanded, forcing her fingers wider, and quivered within her hold. He opened his mouth, baring his fangs, and dipped his head closer to her before snapping it to the side and biting down on his forearm. Callie gasped, eyes widening, but didn’t release her hold on him.
He growled against his arm as his hips bucked, and he shuddered. Hot seed erupted from his cock, spilling onto her stomach and chest. He snarled, biting his arm harder, eyes blazing into Callie’s as stream after stream of cum spurted onto her.
And she felt something else, something flittering against her wrist and forearm.
Callie dragged her gaze from his and looked down.
