Page 90 of The Delver
Again, his eyes were drawn to her breasts; the disturbance in the water caused by her movement made them bob anew, and he recalled how soft and pliable they were, how perfectly they fit in his hands.
Callie chuckled softly. “I see you staring at them.”
He chittered but could not bring himself to look away.
She moved her hands up and cupped the undersides of her breasts, lifting them out of the water and pressing them closer together. “Do you like looking at my body, Urkot? Do you enjoy how soft it is? How soft my breasts are?”
Her hands caressed that supple flesh, doing what Urkot longed to do himself.
His claspers flexed, drawing in hard enough to hurt as his stem swelled inside his slit. He’d never realized just how alluringit would be to see her touching herself this way, but after watching her stroke her clit in the grotto, he wanted more. He wanted to see her pleasuring herself as she stared at him, wanted to see lustful fires ignite in her eyes.
The only answer he could give her was a ragged, “Yes.”
“When you came upon me bathing in the temple, how long were you watching me?”
“Not long enough.”
Smiling, Callie circled her nipples with her thumbs. They hardened before his eyes, turning into tiny peaks that he craved to flick with his tongue.
“Did you want me then?” she asked. “Did you want to fuck me, Urkot?”
“Yes. I wanted to claim you. To make you mine.”
“Mmm…I wanted you too.” She squeezed her breasts. “I watched you bathe. Watched the way your markings glowed, the way your muscles moved, and when I was rubbing oil into your hide and felt those muscles under my palms…”
Her hands left her breasts, and she stood. Water cascaded down her body. He battled the urge to run his tongue over her skin and lick up every last drop.
Callie closed the distance between them and flattened her hands on his chest. Lightly, she trailed small kisses along his jaw and neck as one of her hands smoothed down his abdomen and dipped under water.
A tremor coursed through him at her touch. Placing his hands on her hips with his fingers and claws curling into her giving flesh, Urkot released a shuddering breath. His claspers eased their grip.
She traced his slit, stroked it, caressed it, coaxing it open wider. “I wanted to know what your cock would feel like inside me.”
“Callie…”
She pushed her fingers into his slit.
His stem burst free, and the tenuous threads that had kept him restrained snapped, severed by the simplest touch from his mate.
With a snarl, Urkot snatched Callie up and into his arms. She squeaked in surprise as he rose from the water and stepped out of the pool. His spinnerets were already working, producing silk rope that he passed from one of his back legs to his lower hand.
“You play, female,” he growled. “I cannot.”
Callie chuckled as he set her down on her feet atop a carpet of plants. Instinct moved his hands without need for thought, swiftly winding and knotting the silk strand around her torso, framing her soft, soft breasts. He needed to bind her, to conquer her. There would be no escape. She washis.
“I thought you liked games,” Callie said with a laugh. “Urkot, wait!”
“No. No wait.” He slipped a strand between her thighs, where it pressed into her slit, right over her clit. He gave it a firm tug.
Callie jolted with a gasp, her hand slapping against his chest. “Oh, fuck. Urkot!”
“No.” He reached for her wrist.
She yanked it back and caught his instead with a laugh. “Urkot, wait. Please!”
He paused, meeting her gaze.
“We’re finally in a safe place where it’s warm and there’s light,” she said. “Let’s take it slow. I want to explore you.”
