Page 48 of Fate Promised

But he was hers tonight. Her vulk. Her Juri.

His mouth landed on her breast again, his tongue dragging over the tip and curling. She cried out and arched her back, offering him more. His tempo increased, his breath ragged.

He switched to her other breast and nibbled at the tip. She closed her eyes and let him sweep her away.

Juri took his time, using his fingers to stroke and roll the tip of her breasts as he switched from one to the other until she writhed under him and both tips jutted pink and needy. He licked over one, paused, and blew a gentle breath over the tip, and she moaned at the sensation. From his breath.

She’d never felt anticipation like this.

Finally, finally, his fingers skated down her ribs and stomach, and he slid her breeches down over her hips, letting them slip to the floor in a rustle of fabric. His purring roughened, and his eyes flooded black as he stood over her.

Massive hands with their long, clawed fingers stroked from the soles of her feet up her calves to her inner thighs. He gripped her thighs and gently spread them wider.

His mouth landed on her, and she cried out a sharp, strangled note. Half tortured, half a plea. He groaned, and his purring filled the room. It lapped at her in the same way he did, coursing pleasure through her limbs, winding her pleasure ever tighter to bring her to the edge.

His tongue was slow, curling over the needy spot above her sex, but his fingers tightened on her thighs, and with one sudden flash, his tongue plunged inside. She yelped and rolled her hips, trying to give him better access.

He curled his tongue and it rolled, doing things she didn’t know a tongue could do. He found a spot deep inside her, igniting a spark she hadn’t known was there. She was going to combust. Erupt in a million sparks as he shifted his attention, teasing her inside and out with nips and licks.

With a muffled yell, she crested, digging her nails into the coverlet beneath her. Her climax rolled on as Juri worked her inside and out, wringing wave after wave from her until she shook, and a bead of sweat dripped down her temple.

Shock waves rippled through her, making her toes curl and her stomach clench. “I need you inside me.” She clawed at Juri’s forearms. More. She had to have more.

Eyes completely black, he stood and shucked his trousers.

Triska rose onto her elbows and sucked in a breath. At least a foot long and flushed a deep pink, his cock was massive.

She leaned forward and gripped him, sliding her hand down his length. The base throbbed under her attention, swelling slightly. She squeezed gently, and Juri groaned, slapping his palms down on the bed as he fell forward. His cock was just as silken as she’d expected.

Her heart pounded. A thread of nerves skittered in her stomach. He was so big.

Juri slid his hands under her waist and pushed her farther up the bed, following her and settling between her legs. “I’ll go slow.”

Black eyes focused on hers. He lined his tip up at her entrance and pushed. The heat of him pressing into her sex melted her tension and her nerves floated away. With one small roll of his hips, he eased inside.

She clawed his shoulders and buried her head in his neck. The size of him—his girth as thick as her wrist—stretched and burned.

He stopped moving to let her adjust. His lips caressed the hollow below her ear, and he whispered words in Vulk. They were soft. Soothing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head closer to hers. Feather light, she ran her lips over his jaw and up his cheek. Triska tilted her hips to invite him deeper.

Slow pump after slow pump, he worked himself inside. She quivered, and her nails bit deep enough to draw blood. Soft, strangled mewling ripped from her throat. Damn he felt good. A bit too large, but she was getting used to it. All that mattered was Juri inside her. And she wanted more.

As he buried more of his thick length, the lingering discomfort eased. His strokes were slow but powerful. He dipped to her neck, and when he licked over the spot where it joined with her shoulder, she jolted. This was where a male marked his mate, and as Juri raked his teeth over it, without breaking the skin, she tilted her head, giving him better access. He purred, a claiming, primal note. She anticipated the slight sting of his bite, but it didn’t come.

One hand slid beneath her hips and angled her upward. He nudged his length deeper and purred a low tone that shot through her like wildfire. She gasped. Gripping her hip, he plunged and with a claiming growl, slid all the way home.

She cried out, arching her back. A kick of pure pleasure shot through her veins, hot and insistent.

Juri rocked his hips, and all she wanted was more. Her sex squeezed him, pulsing to bring him deeper still. She dipped her hips to feel the delicious friction. The fullness.

He groaned. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” And he moved.

Each pump brought a wave of pleasure. With each glide, he filled her so fully, he dragged along pleasure points she hadn’t known existed. She raised her hips to meet each thrust.

All his prior patience evaporated. He growled, pressing into her and pistoning his hips as if desperate to get even deeper. His strokes shortened and instead of withdrawing, he remained buried deep, using quick snaps of his hips.

Her skin slicked with sweat. Inside, her core fluttered around his cock. She was close to shattering again. The base of his cock swelled, pushing against her as his knot pressed for entry. She clawed at him.

And he gave her what she needed.

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