Page 134 of Theirs to Crave

I winced.

“Talk to me.” Her voice softened.

I hesitated, but she just waited, petting my chest fur. Finally, I relented.

“I have...urges.” My tail flicked, showing my anxiety. I didn’t want to talk about this at all, let alonenow, but I couldn’t lie to her, even with my silence. “I didn’t before—before I met you.” Her fingers stilled, and I rushed on. “I’m not blaming you! It just is. When I’m around you, I feel hunger—terrible hunger. And the things I crave...” I snarled and tipped my head back as my cock pulsed in its sheath.

“Something inside me is desperate to do things to you that shock me to think about. To make you cry, and bleed, and scream.” I hung my head, turning away from her, as shame sat bitter on my tongue.

“Okay.”

My ears flattened, sprang up, and flattened again. Surely I’d misheard.

“What?”

“I said—okay. Yes.” Estrayuh’s voice was patient. “I’d like to talk through some limits, and establish asaifwurd, but yes. I’m open to crying, bleeding, and screaming.”

I stopped walking. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Looking down at the beautiful, soft woman in my arms, Ididn’tbelieve it. I lowered her to her feet with ruthless gentleness and took a step back, crouching, feeling my claws slide in and out as my hands flexed restlessly.

“I don’t think you understand,” I said, choosing my words with care, hating myself with each one. “I want to run you to ground. Feel your flesh split beneath my claws as you scream and writhe beneath me. Wrap my hand around your throat and feel your cunt clamp around me as you fight for air. I want to keep you tied up in thes’klaytuhand fuck you over and over, filling you with myahz, until you’re round with my babies. I want you to cry and beg me to stop so I can lap up your tears and fuck you harder. I want to carve my name into your flesh so all will know you’re mine.”

I closed my eyes, cursing myself. I couldn’t bear to see horror in myLelesha’seyes. If she even was myLeleshaafter that. I held my breath, every muscle in my body locked tight to keep from trembling—or pouncing.

The silence was heavy. Finally, there was a rustling sound, then soft footsteps. Estrayuh’s fingers slicked across my lower lip.

“Breathe, Zaf.”

My lungs worked. Shock and arousal slammed into me and my tongue darted out, lapping at the delicious taste of Estrayuh’s juices sweet on my lips. My eyes snapped open, treating me to the vision of my perfect, unbelievable love standing bare before me, her cloths abandoned on the jungle floor.

“No wounds that will take more than your salve and a double handful of days to heal, no to the throat for today because it’s pretty sore, but yes once it’s better, and if we’re carving your name in my flesh, I want Revik and Litha’s too, and I want all of you to have mine. Somehow.” Her voice was low and breathy, her nipples standing stiff and proud from her sumptuous breasts.

Estrayuh bit her lip, looking away for a moment before meeting my eyes again, the vulnerability in them bringing me to my knees. “I don’t think I can have babies. If we even could...I–I’m sorry.”

I reached for her, bowing my head in desperate gratitude when she came easily to my embrace. “Never apologize for what you cannot control,” I rumbled, my purr blurring the words. “If you could, but chose not to, I would say the same. I don’t want toforceyou.” My ears flattened in embarrassment, “I just want to...breed you.”

Estrayuh whimpered, her body arching into mine. My cock had pushed free of its sheath when I’d tasted her slick heat on my lips, and it throbbed with exquisite torment as it nudged against the give of her belly. I groaned.

“You have to stop that. I have no control, and this is not the time. You’re hurt. Heart-hurt and body-hurt. You need rest and comfort, not—more mauling.”

“This is the perfect time,” Estrayuh panted. “I’m alive, Zaf. Help me believe it.”

The thread holding me to reason snapped. I grabbed her thighs, hauling her off her feet, and slammed her down onto my cock.Rek!She was so hot, so unbelievably tight.

A scream tore from her arched neck as her channel flexed and strained around me.

I wanted to feel that scream vibrate against my teeth. I snarled, rage blazing anew at the bruises ringing her quivering flesh. Never again would she suffer touch against her will. Never.

I snapped my hips forward, grunting as the head of my cock crashed into the deepest part of her spasming channel.

Estrayuh’s legs kicked, her body hunching as she tried to take more.

I ground against her, vision lost to the haze of bliss as her fiery cunt massaged and squeezed my shaft, sending shuddering jolts of pleasure through my compressed nodes. Something tickled at my memory. Something she’d said...

“What is asaifwurd?” I growled as my fingers flexed, desperate to grip her tight and pound my way to sweet oblivion. But if myLeleshawanted one of thesesaifwurds, I’d get her one.

My love made a strange sound—somehow a wail, a sob, and a laugh all at once. “A little late, but okay,” she choked out. She pressed her face to my chest, continuing between gasping breaths as she squirmed, speared on my cock. “Asaifwurdis something I say when I really need you to stop. So I can cry,‘No!’, and you—ohgawd—” Estrayuh broke off, shuddering, as I ground against her, purring. “And you can know I don’t mean it. Zaf!”

I snarled an open-mouthed grin at her shout, my tongue twined tight around a juicy nipple. I tugged, pulling free with a snap that made her breast jiggle. “Good. I like this. Tell me yoursaifwurd.” Her acceptance—and the way she was creaming around my cock—made it hard to remember why I’d fought letting go. I decided not to try.

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