Page 13 of Last Shot at Love

He emitted a low moan and purr of contentment, urging me to lavish him with more affectionate licks and sucks. His hips arched up to meet my mouth, his head flung back, his legs jerking.

Kael sat up and his paw found the back of my head, cradling it with a tenderness that contrasted with his wild nature. His claws, sharp but controlled, curled around the base of my ponytail, not to pull or possess, but to connect, to feel me there with him.

This simple act, so full of care and desire, sent a shiver down my spine.

The powerful grasp of his hand on my scalp conveyed his need for me.

His hips inched forward in a gentle rhythm, showing me that he was about to come for me.

My body responded to Kael’s touch with a deep, primal yearning, a calling from the very core of my being. His touch unlocked something wild within me, stirring ancient instincts that coursed through my veins with ferocious intensity.

In an impulsive rush, I wrapped my arms around the backs of Kael’s furry legs, drawing me closer to him. The sensation of Kael’s fur brushing against my skin was both calming and thrilling. His legs, draped in a velvety coat of fur, felt sturdy and powerful beneath me.

Kael hummed a satisfied purr as I sucked the entirety of his stav into my mouth, feeling every prickly inch with pleasure.

Kael cupped two of his hands around the back of my head and pressed down, pushing more and more of himself into my open throat.

My moan echoed throughout the room as his hard flesh brushed against my tongue, tracing down my throat and allowing me to savor every inch of him. I enjoyed each prickly spine and rubbery nodule, using my tongue to give him the utmost pleasure.

His precum was reminiscent of vanilla flavored ice cream, and I wondered how delectably sweet his seed would taste as I sucked him dry.

He released a groan of pleasure as his climax surged. His hips thrashed in my grasp as thick streams of his creamy seed filled my mouth and cascaded down my throat.

A soft sound slipped past my lips as I swallowed his warm, rich essence. I gulped down what seemed like a massive amount of Kael’s irresistible vanilla flavored cum, its powerful potency filling my belly.

Each droplet sent pulses of intense pleasure through my sensitive core.

The longing in me intensified, a visceral, aching need that pulsed through my veins. My body begged for Kael—to be filled by him and only him.

It was more than a physical craving; it was a yearning of my soul, a primal call that demanded to be answered. For him to ease the fire within me that had been building since the moment our gazes first met.

He dropped his hands from my head, releasing the gentle grip on my ponytail as he fell backward, his breathing deep and labored.

Pulling away, I caught my own breath as I watched him for a moment, the sight of him laid out before me sending a thrill of power through my veins.

Fueled by instinct and desire, I climbed over him, straddling him, and seated myself above him, feeling complete in the position.

His reaction was immediate and primal. Kael reached up, instinctively cupping the weight of my heavy breasts, but I intercepted his hands, shaking my head with a sly grin.

“Don’t move them until I say,” I instructed, my voice firm with an undercurrent of desire as I placed his hands over his head.

Kael’s frown was one of mock protest, but he nodded, submitting to my command. His heated gaze drank me in, a wordless confirmation of how much he still needed me, an almost physical caress that made my skin quiver with excitement.

The scent of our mutual need filled the air—intoxicating and overwhelming—enveloping us like a heavy blanket.

My hands roamed freely over his chest, fingers trailing through the silkiness of his fur and tracing the sleek muscles that lay beneath. Each discovery of his body was a revelation, each flex and twitch beneath my touch a sign of the passion simmering just below the surface.

His control was respectable as he let me explore him and feel his strong balled-up strength under my touch. I was stronger than him, but his species was more agile than mine. He could easily overcome me by altering our roles, but instead, he was entertained by my mating game.

With a grunt of satisfaction, I acknowledged the perfection of my mate beneath me.

Leaning down, I brushed his lips with mine in a soft, teasing peck, a promise of the intensity to come. The brief contact was a spark, a precursor to the flame that was about to be unleashed as I reveled in the sensation of Kael, my fated mate, ready and waiting beneath me.

My breath caught in my throat as I marveled at the feeling of his long, hard length between my inner thighs, pressing against my sensitive areas, and desire pooled in my core.

I ferociously dragged his glowing purple head against my aching lips, coating it with my slick wetness. His hot juices mixed with mine, and he let out an agonized hiss as I used him to coat me, preparing myself to take him in.

“Mate...” Kael’s voice was strained, a hiss laced with unspoken pleas as his entire body tensed beneath me, yearning for release, heavy with need. “Please…”

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