Page 39 of Healing His Mate

He ushers me inside my room, pulls back the top fur, and gently sets me down. I watch as he places the noogatohroon the table beside my bed and begins removing his clothes.

“It is modeled after you,” I tell him, surprised to feel blood rush to my cheeks at the admission. “Your cock.”

His eyes leave my body and return to the toy. “My cock?” He stares at it a little longer, then I see a flash of recognition, probably at the curve of it. “Ah, I can see it. Yes.”

“I hope you do not mind,” I say. When did I become so desperate for his validation?

He scoffs. “As if I would ever be bothered by such a thing.” Then he stills and shoots a proud grin my way. “I am honored, Nalba. Extremely honored.”

I chuckle at his response, relief settling my insides.

A growl fills the room as Waldric’s eyes lock onto my breasts, and the bite he left. “Need you.” The words are filled with anguish and lustful desperation. “Do not deny me.”

“Never,” I reply, tugging at the waist of his pants as he removes the remaining scraps of his shirt. His swollen cock bobs in the air between us as his pants hit the floor. Pre-come glistens at the tip, and my mouth waters. What does he taste like?

Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his cock. He is so large here that my fingers do not completely encircle him, and my inner walls clench at the thought of him stretching my insides with it.

He growls, running his fingers through my mane. Then he digs them in deep and pulls. “I do not want to come in your hand, Nalba. Not this time.” He pauses. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”

Without saying anything, I push back on the bed and lift my legs, wrapping my hands around the backs of my knees. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me.”

His eyes sparkle with hunger as he takes in my spread folds, my cunt on full display. Then he prowls forward until his cock is pressed against my entrance. I nod when he shoots me a questioning glance, and he pushes forward. Slowly, he continues until he is fully seated inside me. It burns at first, to accommodate his massive size, but it is a burn I welcome because I know the bliss that is yet to come.

“Tight,” he grunts, his face twisted into a pained expression that tells me he wants nothing more than to let go and fuck the brain straight out of my head, but he holds still, waiting for my muscles to relax. He is such a patient male.

The burn starts to fade, and an electric need takes its place. Waldric pulls back, almost all the way out, before sliding back in. “More,” I demand, and he gives it. His hands wrap around my ankles, raising them and placing a tender kiss on one before slamming back into me.

He sets a rhythm and I match his pace, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the air. “Good?” he asks, the sound strangled.

“Mmm,” I grit before moaning at the way his curved cock hits my inner walls. He growls immediately after I clench around him, his steady rock turning slightly erratic as he picks up the pace.

Lahkzo pops into my head, and briefly, I wonder if all of our sexual encounters were emotionless and cold. It certainly seems like it, and I pity Old Nalba for choosing that when she easily could have had this instead.

Then my mind drifts to Varrek. I do not want to be comparing Waldric to past pleasure mates when his cock is filling me so deliciously, but I cannot help it. Perhaps because this encounter is beyond anything I have ever experienced. Of course, I cannot speak for the entirety of Old Nalba’s time here. Maybe she had other mates besides Lahkzo that were much more enjoyable. It is hard to envision anything like this, though.

I feel Waldric’s adoration for me––how much he desires my body with each thrust. With each kiss, I feel the depth of his devotion. With each growl, I feel how well he would care for me in the days ahead. I am addicted to this male. He has ruined me for other cocks.

Suddenly, he leans down and wraps his arms behind my back, lifting me and twisting our bodies until he is seated at the top of my bed, his back against the wall, and I am straddling him. His cock is still vibrating inside me, so it takes no time to pick up where we left off.

His fingers trace the raised skin of the scars on my back––scars courtesy of Yignnuf’s unpredictable temper––and I avoid his questioning gaze the moment it lands on me. Instead, I reach behind me and massage his sac. Immediately, his eyes roll back in his head and his grip slides down to my ass, where his claws dig in until I feel the skin break.

Two more thrusts and we come together, his hot seed spurting into my channel in an endless stream. We flop onto our sides, our bodies sated and still connected, as we catch our breath.

“You are quite good at that,” I tell him, tracing a line down his chest with my finger.

“You sound surprised,” he replies, stroking my back.

“I suppose I should admit that I did not think you were . . . sexually proficient at first.” He looks aghast, so I quickly add, “I am pleased I am wrong about this.”

“Ah, you assumed because of my prolonged affection for you that I did not seek out any other females?” He chuckles, the sound amused and almost cocky. “I am not abstinent, pretty one.” He pokes the tip of my nose, then leans in and licks it.

I join him in his chuckles, realizing truly what a foolish thought that was.

He releases his hold on me, and I whimper when he leaves my body. I watch the flex of his rounded bottom as he strides into the washroom and comes back with a clean towel. He wipes his seed from where it leaks onto my thighs, tosses the towel, and climbs back in bed. Encircling me with his bulky arms, he whispers, “Sleep deep, Nalba,” into my temple before pressing a kiss to my skin.

Within moments, my body obeys.

CHAPTER 21

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