Page 6 of Stron & Lyra
Stron cups my face in his hands and lifts my head, guiding my gaze to his.
He pulls at my lip so that I release it and runs a gentle thumb along it as if to soothe the slight pain I’d caused myself. “Tell me,a stór.”
“They’re inside me too and will grip and suck on your cock when you fill me.”
“Feck,” he mutters, leaning down and resting his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as if in agony. “You’re going to be the death of me,milseán. Now I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Giggling, glad he’s not disgusted, I push at the leather cut he wears and catch it as it falls from his shoulders. I know from Kragor to respect it. “Then hurry and be inside me, Stron. I ache. And it’s getting worse the longer we stand here.”
“Fecking hell,” he growls as he picks me up and deposits me on his bed. Immediately, his scent envelops me, soothing me and quietening some of the desperation I’m feeling. Stepping back, he makes quick work of getting rid of his clothing, and I can’t lie, I’m loving the striptease. His two cocks somehow don’t surprise me, and I’m sure that I should be more afraid, but the need to have him fill me and make me his is overwhelming.
Stron places a knee on the bed, his hands cupping my knees as he slowly presses my legs open. He closes his eyes when he finally sees me. All of me. Inhaling, he presses a kiss to my knee. I’m drenched. My need for him coats my thighs. I know I’m different from most females, although our parts work in the same way.
“Tell me what you need to make this good for you,a stór.”
“I need you to fill me with your cock. I ache and I’m empty. This first time will be fast, but once you’ve mated me and I’ve pushed some of my essence into you, then my body will calm down and we can take our time. It won’t be like this all the time.”
“I don’t care if it is,” he assures me, running his nose down my thigh. He stops short of my aching and weeping pussy. With a flattened tongue, he takes a swipe at the topmost sensitive flower. Somehow, he knew that one would send me spiralling. And it did. Just that one lick and I was arching up as sparks of ecstasy flooded me.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my belly as he crawls up the bed. When he’s even with my head, he lowers himself an inch at a time until he covers me. My body immediately cleaves tohis and attaches itself to his skin. Wrapping my legs around his waist, our eyes meet as he slides, slowly and gently, an agonizing inch at a time into my body that wraps itself around him until we are one.
A shudder of delight runs through me as his second cock attaches itself to me. Experimentally, I rock my hips and shock ripples through me as I come again.
Stron stiffens and growls as he lowers his head to rest on my shoulder as he pants.
“Fecking hell,a ghrá, I’m trying my best not to come like some male not yet in his prime. But your body is doing things to mine that I’ve never felt. I’m a lucky fecker.”
A happy fluttering feeling floods through me. And I can’t control the joyous laugh that bubbles out of me. “I’m glad you like it. But, Stron?” Driving my fingers through his hair, I tug on the ends. He obliges me and lifts his head. When his eyes meet mine, I tell him, “You need to move,huné. I’m about ready to combust. I also hope you’re ready to be a father because my kind is very fertile.”
I’m not sure what it was about those words, but it shifted something in him because the next thing he was driving into me again and again until we both exploded.
I’m not sure how many times we reached for each other that night. There were too many times to count. He’d tried to take it slow, very aware of my innocence, but when I explained how my body worked and him denying us hurt more than having his cock inside me again and again, there was no stopping him, especially not once he understood what made me feel good, and my male loved making me feel good. He seemed to get off on the number of times he could make me orgasm.
My body has gone back to its natural state. My need for my mate is sated for now. The last time we made love, it had been slow and beautiful as he sank deep into me one last time.
It was early morning when we cleaned up and changed the bed before falling worn out onto it. Curling up against him, his arms securely wrapped around me, we fell into an exhausted sleep.
Continuous knocking and an early morning wake-up call was not how I envisaged our day starting.
STRON
Being with Lyra blows my mind. I’d known that when I met my mate, and when we bonded, it would be different, but I never expected it to hit stratospheric heights.
She’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Everything I’ve hoped for but never expected to have.
It’s more than the way she felt wrapped around my cock and the way her body attached itself to mine. Although that was fecking perfect… I’m not sure I know the words to describe how it made me feel.
It’s a combination of a profound, all-consuming sense of wonder and pure magic. All I know is that I saw the stars several times. And that I can’t get enough of her. When she told me she likely will fall pregnant from tonight, a part of me I didn’t know existed reared up in me.
The thought of her round with our young has an overwhelming primal urge surge through me. The need to fill her with my seed again and again, until it’s no longer only a dream but a reality.
I’ve done just that for the rest of the night until we’ve both been too worn out to continue.
As we lay in bed, my room permeated with the smell of our combined scents, a deep, all-consuming contentment settles in my bones. I don’t know who to thank for the gift, only that I’m profoundly grateful to be deemed worthy.
Lyra’s curled up against my side, her arm thrown over my chest, one hand resting on my hearts as if she needs to feel their beat. Tilting my head, I bury my nose in the crown of her head before pressing a kiss to her soft, silky strands. A deep, resonating joy fills me that she’s mine.
When her breathing deepens as she lets exhausted sleep claim her, only then do I allow my eyes to close and allow sleep to take me.
