His answer is a swift shake of his head, my nipple still tight between his teeth. The pleasure-pain ramps my need ten notches.
I repeat my demand, this time wanting him to shake his head more than I want him to spear into me. He does just what I hoped for, then nips each tip with just enough bite to cause me to cry out.
My nails prick his shoulders’ thick plating as I ride his thick, ridged cock in the velvet darkness.
Before I realize it, we’re on the move. My back is thrust against rough tree bark. There’s something about the juxtaposition of his soft, suede skin rubbing against my front and the rugged sting of the bark against my back that brings me fully into the experience.
I hear the insects singing in the background, feel the humid air in my lungs, notice the breeze on my skin, and smell the scent of my mate.
“Mate!” I say, tasting the weight of the words as if for the first time. “Xzavic, we’re truly mated.”
“Not yet,” he purrs, his chest vibrating. We’ve been lovers for months. I thought I’d gotten used to this little bonus that happens when we make love, but it’s different tonight. Louder, more powerful.
As he lifts me higher, I feel the soft scrape of the bark against my back. I picture tiny scratches there, an impermanent mark of our mating.
He notches his cock at my entrance, and I brace myself, my heels against his ass.
“Yes,” I urge.
He doesn’t enter me, though.
“Tell me you love me, Blaze.” It doesn’t sound like a request. It sounds like an order.
“I love you, Xzavic,” I say, more than willing to comply.
“More. More feeling!”
“I love you Xzavic. I think I loved you since that first night in the bombed-out building. You’re the best person I’ve ever known. I’ll never get enough of you.” I’ve told him this before, but I guess he needs to hear it again.
“Once more.”
I pierce his gaze with mine and say with as much emotion as I can muster from deep in the center of my heart, “I. Love. You.”
That’s when my world changes. His eyes glow. Not from a shard of moonlight, but from deep within. Truly, like the butane flames they’ve always reminded me of.
He enters me slowly, never removing his gaze from mine. Panic flares through me when he opens his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs I’ve never seen before. Before I can wiggle from his grip, he bites my shoulder. I scream in pain and try to wrestle away from him, but two seconds later, physical bliss roars through me like a lightning bolt.
An orgasm gallops through me, starting in my core and exploding out in all directions. As pleasure pulses through me, my eyes flutter closed as something shifts inside me. Our connection grows deeper. I feel our bond grow as he thrusts into me.
When I wish he’d fuck me harder, he does. When the bark scratches me too harshly, he moves us, still connected, to the waiting blanket.
When his little patch of skin isn’t pressing my clit just right, he immediately moves to make it better. I realize he’s reading my mind.
I’ll have to figure this out, but… later. Right now, I put the soles of my feet on the back of his thighs and ride him while he rides me. Now that I’m on the ground and he has the leverage to pound against me, it takes no more than a few seconds for me to climb to the peak of passion again.
The moment I’m ready for another, he lifts my hips into position so he can thrust against my internal sweet spot, sending me into spasms of pleasure. He wrings more releases out of me until I’m spent and panting.
My eyes have been closed as I enjoyed orgasm after orgasm, but now I watch him, his eyes burning like twin blue flames as he pistons into me harder and faster. He dips his head and bites my shoulder again when he reaches his own release. He takes his mouth off me and explodes with a loud, savage growl.
I didn’t think he could wrench another climax out of me, but there’s something about his feral bite and that loud growl that sends me over the edge one more time.
Mate.
I hear it plain as day in my head.
“What?”
Can you hear me? I called you mate.