Page 97 of The Delver
With a hum, Urkot rubbed his face against the side of her neck as his lower hand curled around her ass, clutching it.
Callie groaned in her sleep but didn’t wake.
“My suncrest.” He slipped his tongue out and ran it down her throat.
She tipped her head back, drew in a deep breath, released it slowly, and once more settled.
When he received no other response, Urkot lifted his head and looked down at her. Her eyes remained closed, and her breathing was again slow and even.
He chittered quietly.
Their whole tribe had learned how difficult it could be to wake Callie. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she were to sleep through the most violent of storms, with thunder crashing and trees thrashing.
But he needed to have her…and this was his first opportunity to discover how effectively pleasure could rouse his mate from sleep.
Urkot rolled Callie onto her back, extracted his arms from beneath her, and braced himself over her.
“My heartsthread,” he crooned before flicking his tongue over the dip at the center of her collarbone.
She did not wake.
Urkot ran his tongue down between her breasts, lazily licking up and down, then over one of her lush mounds, where he circled her dark nipple. It hardened, and a whimper escaped his mate. He moved to her other breast, lavishing her other nipple with the same attention as the first.
Callie moaned, arching her back as her thighs fell open. He loved how responsive her body was to his touch, even in her sleep.
The scent of her arousal bloomed in the air, and he breathed it in. It was sweeter and more potent than any pheromone. He groaned at the throbbing of his cock. Hoping to ease it, he wrapped his lower hand around his shaft, squeezing tight. It did nothing to alleviate the needy ache. The only thing that could provide relief was the heated embrace of Callie’s body.
He trailed his tongue lower, down the curved flesh of her breast and over her belly, swirling it in her belly button. Her flesh quivered in response, prompting him to dip his head and nuzzle her stomach.
Had his seed taken root in her? Could it do so, or had Ketahn and Ivy’s broodling been a unique blessing bestowed upon them by the gods?
Moving his upper hands to her hips, Urkot lifted his face and looked down at his mate and her flat belly. He wanted his seed to take root, wanted to see her belly round with their broodling. Wanted to place his hand against her smooth skin and feel the tiny life growing not in an egg, but inside his mate.
His cock twitched at the thought, and the ache deepened so much that he had to clamp his jaw tight against it. His gaze dipped to her parted slit. It glistened with her essence, a flower luring him with its nectar.
Rut her. Fuck her. Fill her with seed.
A shiver coursed through him, and he tightened his grip on his stem. Yes. He would fill her pussy with his seed again and again to ensure it was planted deep.
Broodmother, give us a broodling.
Urkot dropped his face between her thighs. “Awaken, mynyleea.”
He dragged his tongue up her pussy, groaning at the taste of her.
A low, drawn-out sound answered him—the growling of her stomach.
He replied with a ragged growl of his own, lifting his head to glare at her belly.
Callie chuckled. “I don’t think you can scare away my hunger.”
His attention shifted to her face. She wore a sultry smile that made her full lips all the more enticing, and her sleepy, half-lidded eyes were dark and gleaming with desire. Damn his eyes, but seeing her that way didn’t make it any easier to restrain himself.
My mate is hungry.
And that was more important than his want, than his need. She would always come first.
“Cannot scare it, but I can satisfy it.” He pushed himself up and turned, meaning to move away and fetch her bag.
