Page 66 of Elf Shot

"Like what you see?" he couldn't resist asking.

"I'd like to know what it tastes like," she replied, and then her cheeks went red. "Shit, I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Yes, you did, and I think it's an excellent idea. " Arne chuckled. He lifted off her and sat down with his back against the couch. Layla sat up, a gorgeous queen on the fur. Gods, what did he do to deserve such a mate?

Arne spread his legs and beckoned at her with the crook of his finger. "Come on then, vennen, come and taste me."

Layla licked her lips, wetting them as she moved between his thighs. Arne didn't hurry her. He wanted to see what she would do. Layla kissed the center of his chest, licking and nipping her way down his stomach. She kissed the crease of his hip before shifting his leg wider to accommodate her.

Arne hissed an ancient curse with the first hot suck on the crown of his cock. She licked him down to his base, making him wet all over. She swallowed him down, and Arne groaned at the hot heaven of her mouth.

"Fuck, Layla. So good." He fisted her hair, and she pulled back off him.

"Grip it harder," she said, before taking him in her mouth again.

"Harder?" Arne's fingers tightened in her hair. "Does my sweet mate want to be used a little, does she?" Her answering moan sent vibrations through his cock. He was going to lose his mind if she kept that up. Arne pulled her down harder.

"That's it. Take it as far as it will go. I want to feel the back of your throat until you're gagging on me. Until I fill that fucking pretty mouth of yours with my come and make you swallow it down."

Arne's whole body trembled when she took his words as a challenge, sucking him hard enough to see stars. She gagged a few times but didn't stop. The sight of his cock disappearing between her full lips made him feel wild, the beast in him roaring in triumph over her submission, her willingness to please him.

"You're doing so good, Layla. Don't stop."

Heat and static built at the base of his spine, and when he hit the back of her soft throat again, his control shattered, and he came with a surprised cry. He loosened his grip on Layla's hair but didn't let her go, pleasure surging through him as she swallowed him down and then licked his cock clean.

He lifted her off, wiping a bit of come off her chin and putting it on her swollen lips to suck off.

"You are perfection, my gorgeous girl," he said, kissing a tear off her cheek. His teeth scraped at the curve of her ear. "I'm going to fuck you tonight until you think you can't take anymore. I'm going to ingrain my scent so deeply into you that no one will ever doubt who you belong to."

Arne slid his hand between her thighs, finding the wetness dripping out of her. Layla made a helpless sound as he ran his fingers through it, circling her clit before lifting his glistening fingers to his mouth. His dick was hardening again, unable to relieve the ache that the sweet musky flavor of her conjured.

"Do it, Arne. I'm yours. Claim me," Layla begged. Arne kissed her, tasting the both of them, sucking her tongue into his mouth until her arms and legs were wrapping around him. She ground her wet pussy up against his dick, trying to find relief.

Arne pushed her back down onto the rug, breaking the kiss so he could place her feet down and open her legs. She was exposed fully to him, her gorgeous pussy gleaming. Layla traced her hands over her breasts, squeezing her nipples until they were pink.

"Look at you being a little tease?" Arne said, pressing his finger inside of her. Layla made a helpless sound that made him want to drive himself into her. He wanted her needy, begging for him to fill her.

"Don't stop touching those beautiful tits. I want us both to give you the pleasure you deserve. Gods, you are fucking perfect."

"Arne…get inside of me," she said, hands tightening on her pale flesh.

"What if I want to keep you just like this?" Arne pushed another finger inside of her, widening her, thrusting hard until her hips were rocking against him.

"More. I need more." Layla fucked herself faster on his fingers, her cheeks flushing as her release drew closer. Arne pulled his fingers free before she could, and she cried out in frustration.

Arne grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her breasts and pinning them to her stomach with one hand. He lifted her hips with the other and drove his cock into her, forcing her to take him in one deep thrust.

"Oh, fuck Arne," she gasped, tilting her hips higher to adjust to him, to take more. "That's what I need."

Arne chuckled darkly. "I know, love. It's what we both need. What we will always need. You are my mate. You belong in my care now, body and soul and heart. I will have all of you."

Layla's eyes filled with tears. "Do you promise?"

"It's more than a promise." Arne released her hands and leaned down so their noses touched. Their eyes locked on each other. "You are never going to be free of me, Layla Ironwood. I claim you as my mate, and I'm going to keep you, treasure you, and worship you until Ragnarök fucks the world to ashes, and then I'll love you in whatever is left."

"I want it. I want all of it. I fucking love you so damn much," Layla said, pressing her lips to his. Arne rolled his hips, driving his cock into her, their eyes locked on each other.

Golden magic unspooled inside of him, and ribbons of light unfurled out of his chest and wrapped around her. The ancient elvish words of mating fell from his lips, Layla's sharp nails digging into his back as she clung to him. The bond between them burned, both of them crying out in sudden pain-pleasure as parts of their souls fused like molten metal.

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