Page 63 of The Delver
She rolled her hips, but he held them firm between his hands, not allowing her to take his length any deeper even though it pained him to delay that embrace.
“Say it,” he demanded.
Panting softly, she clutched the fluffed silk with her free hand while the other continued rubbing her clit with a gradually increasing pace. “Yours. I’m yours. Now fu?—”
He pushed forward, keeping her hips locked in place. Her slit parted for his stem, her slick combining with his to allow it in, but it was tight. So tight. Delicious, delirious heat surrounded his cock as he slowly wedged into her, as her body slowly pulled him deeper. The motions of her finger faltered.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she bit out. “You’re so fucking big.”
She threw her head back with a groan, her legs tensing. He saw the muscles of her thighs going taut; all his muscles were doing the same as her inner walls closed around him, squeezing more snugly than any fist ever could have, shaping themselves perfectly to him. There was resistance, but only because of how tight she was. How small she was. There was no barrier to keep him from pushing deeper.
His breaths came hot and heavy, tearing out of his throat. His claws pricked her skin as his fingers flexed. He fought back the shudders threatening to overcome him, fought back the red haze gathering in the back of his mind, fought back the instinct to thrust into her with all his strength and rut until he’d spent every thread of his endurance.
This moment was everything. His first time with Callie—his first time mating. He’d never been so close to anyone, so intimate, and he would experience it with a clear mind. He would not allow instinct to ruin this for either of them. He would feel all of this, would thrill in every bit of contact between their bodies.
“Good, female.” Urkot slid his thumb along his shaft, spreading his oils and mixing them with hers to continue easing his entry. “You are so hot for me. So wet.”
“More,” she gasped, setting her finger back into frantic motion. “Need more. God, you feel so good.”
He rocked his pelvis and pushed more of his length into her, groaning as her sex constricted around him. The pressure in his stem was immense, impossible, irresistible, and he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to burst again. But she needed more, and so did he.
Callie tightened her legs around his and bore down on Urkot’s cock, taking him deeper. “Yes! More, please, more. I need all of you.”
Feeling those reactions in her body, feeling her pulse through his stem, feeling her heat and the flexing and relaxing of her muscles, it was more than he’d ever imagined. Combined with her words, her moans and shallow breathing, and her heady scent filling the grotto…
“You want more?” He tugged her toward him, stretching her and burying his stem inside her up to the nodules at his base, which seemed too wide for her to take.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped as her back arched again, the motion dragging her sex along his shaft to create torturous friction.
“Gods,” he hissed as his tendrils flicked within her sex. He slid a hand around to her back and lifted her torso off the silk and upright. “Perfect. You are perfect. Need more of you, all of you.”
The new position allowed her weight to bear down on him. Her slit stretched, but it still could not take in his knot. A shaky breath escaped him.
Callie threw an arm around his neck, met his gaze, and lifted her other hand. “So have more.”
He glimpsed her finger glistening with her essence before she moved it to his mouth. His jaw parted, and she slipped her finger in, brushing it over his tongue.
Her salty-sweet flavor danced across his mouth, unlike anything he’d ever tasted. It was pleasure given form, passion given taste, and it was wholly her. Urkot growled. Something low in his belly tightened. His tongue coiled around her finger, greedily sweeping off every drop of essence.
He felt her heartbeat through every point of contact between their bodies, and the thumping of his own hearts grew louder, accompanied by a faint buzzing. Before he understood what was happening, a crimson haze had filled his vision, and heat spiraled through him, flooding his limbs.
Callie withdrew her finger, trailing it down his chin. The smile on her lips was as satisfied as it was needy, both teasing and seductive. He ran his hand up her back and slid it into her hair, holding her gaze.
“Need you,” he rasped. “Need to rut you.”
She grinned wickedly. “So fuck me, big guy.”
He closed his fist on her hair, drawing her head back slightly, and snarled. “No. My name. Say my name.”
She inhaled sharply, eyes flashing with excitement. Her fingers curled at his back, scraping his hide with her blunt nails. “Urkot. Fuck me, Urkot.”
Urkot pressed his mouth to hers, delving his tongue between her lips, and her tongue met it in a sensual, tantalizing dance, following his lead.
“Take me,” he growled when he broke the kiss, lifting her by her hips. Her sex slid along his shaft, making him shudder again. Before his stem pulled completely free, he slammed her down atop him again. “All of me!”
He thrust his pelvis up in the same instant, driving himself into her hard, all the way to his base.
Callie cried out, clutching his shoulders and digging her nails in as she threw her head back. Her sex quivered around him, knot and all.
