Page 62 of Ravik's Mercy

“Enough, woman!” I growled, as she used her legs to draw me closer and wiggled her hips to get some friction.

The short hem of her dress rode up, giving me a full view of her black thong, soaking wet with need. The scent of her musk slapped me hard. My stomach cramped painfully with burning desire. My exposed cocked jerked and throbbed. I felt dizzy, all rational thoughts fleeing. Ravena lifted her head, one hand stretching to get a hold of my shaft again. I caught her wrist, but lightning fast, she brought it to her face and brutally bit me. I yelped and, letting go, I wrapped my hand around her throat and slammed her back down on the table. She writhed and struggled against my hold, clawing my arm hard enough for angry welts to rise.

“I ache!” she cried out, unable to get free.

The pain, anguish, and desperation in her voice broke what resistance I had left. A lustful haze descended upon me, blurring my surroundings. Nothing mattered anymore but my mate’s hot, willing body before me, the maddening scent of her desire, and the throbbing stiffness between my legs.

“Father, no! You’ll kill her!”

I heard the words and vaguely recognized them as coming from my oldest son, but nothing mattered; only the searing heat of my woman’s pussy engulfing me as I rammed myself home in one powerful thrust. Ravena’s back arched off the table, her horns scraping against the hard surface with a raking sound. Her strangled cry of pain soon turned into a hungry moan.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried out as I pounded into her.

Her throaty moans, the rippling caress of her inner walls squeezing and massaging my shaft with each thrust had my stomach quivering from the waves of pleasure washing over me.

“Ancestors…” a voice whispered. “No Denax?”

A sliver of rational thinking pierced through the haze. “Get out!” I growled, my eyes never moving away from my beautiful female’s face, her stunning features dissolved in an expression of pure bliss.

The scraping sound of chairs as my council rose to their feet was soon followed by the door closing behind them.

Releasing her neck, I wrapped my hands around both of her horns, lifting her head up. One of them resisted slightly, having gotten stuck in the surface of the table. Without slowing down my punishing pace, I crushed her mouth with a brutal, but brief kiss. Half-sitting at the edge of the table, Ravena wrapped her hands around my arms, near the elbow creases, as I held on to her horns. My thumbs rubbed their bases, pressing the specific points I knew to be most sensitive. Her head jerked backwards, and her eyes rolled as she unraveled with a guttural cry.

Arms falling to the side, Ravena’s body shook from the spasms of her climax. One hand on her back, I held her up, and continued to pump in and out of her boneless body until she came down from her high. I wrested another orgasm from her before surrendering to my own release.

Panting, electric sparks of pleasure going off on every single one of my nerve endings, I laid Ravena back down on the table and leaned over her. She clung to me, nails digging into my back as if she feared I’d disappear or go away. Cock still buried balls deep inside my woman, I gently brushed aside the few locks of hair stuck to her forehead by a thin sheen of perspiration.

“You’ll be the death of me, little bird.”

Eyes smoldering, her dark gaze lowered to my lips but didn’t seem to register the meaning of my words.

Her inner walls throbbed around me, and she lifted her pelvis.

“My beast,” she whispered with a possessiveness that had my heart soaring with joy. “Again.”

I snorted and shook my head.

“You’ll be the death of me,” I repeated, kissing her before resuming my most pleasurable duty.

Ravena stirred against me as the morning light trickled into our bedroom. I couldn’t tell which one of us was the sorest. I had heard of the Veredians’ insane sexual appetite during their season, but this went above and beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I didn’t look forward to facing my council again, having taken the coward’s way out last night by having dinner with my woman in the privacy of our room.

My woman…

I’d fallen hard and fast for her. I never really questioned her saying we were soulmates, but now, no doubt lingered in my mind. And yet, the closer we grew together, the greater the gap that formed between us. Tossing the blanket to the side, I let my gaze roam over the perfection of my woman’s golden body; her stunning face and slender neck, the soft curve of her shoulders covered in those lovely Veredian markings, her perky breasts with plump, dark-brown nipples, her flat stomach and narrow waist, which flared into beautifully rounded hips, and ended with long, shapely legs. My index finger circled the ring of her navel before my hand rested on her stomach, my thumb caressing it in a slow, tidal movement.

She could already be carrying my offspring. We’d been very active prior to her season beginning. But now, at the height of her fertility, and seeing how we’d been at each other almost non-stop, if my seed hadn’t taken root yet, it would very soon. Despite the fear it inspired in me, thinking of all the ways that this child and my mate could be hurt, I wanted to sire Ravena’s first child—and any other she would have. My fingers tightened protectively over her stomach.

Ravena stiffened.

Looking up at her face, I found her awake, observing me with a troubled expression. Eyes locked with hers, I slowly rubbed my palm over her belly, making clear the nature of the thoughts coursing through my mind. Her eyelashes fluttered, and then she averted her eyes. I frowned, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. Slipping a hand behind Ravena’s nape, I nudged her to look back at me. As my gaze bore into hers, searching, the sense of unease grew exponentially.

“Have you changed your mind then, Ravena?” I asked, relieved that my voice had remained neutral.

She huffed in frustration and shook her head.

“Ravena,” she muttered under her breath, saying her name as if in disgust.

Heedless of her nudity, she rolled off the bed and took a few steps toward the patio, stopping halfway there. I stared at her back, confused.

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