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Lulu’s body moved, and then she arched forward, her body bowing as I slid deep. “Fuck, Lulu, fuck. Perfect mate, you’re so perfect. Let me in deeper, just like that.” My words slurring as her body finally gave in and let me settle as deep as I could get.

Lulu’s exhale was as ragged as mine. But, when her smile met mine, it was pure adoration.

“You’re mine now, “ she whispered.

I smiled back, “Fucking right you are.” And then, my hands landed on her hips and guided her up nearly to the tip before releasing her to take me once again.

Chapter Eighteen

Lulu

It wasn’t the first time that I had felt his venom. I had felt it the night we kissed against the wall after our date. I’d even felt it in those other moments—when we brushed against each other, that inexplicable urge to be closer to him.

What I wasn’t expecting was just how much it amplified my feelings for him right now. This went so far beyond sex that I wasn’t sure I could even relate the two things anymore. This was a claiming. He was mine now, forever, and I could feel it in the very bones of my body, and I would never be the same.

Leaning forward, I braced myself on those beautiful, ridged muscles and lifted my hips, moving them up and down, letting him slide in and out of me in tiny increments—trying to give my body a moment to adjust. Not only to his size, but to the fact that every part of me was tingling with the urge to come again already.

I didn’t know what to do with this. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had my share of partners before, but nothing had ever felt like this. Every touch of his claws against my skin, every pump of his hips as he helped guide me on that huge, beautiful cock, felt like I was being remade. And I was being made just for him.

“Zaldi,” I whispered into the quiet, the dark shadows from the trees closing around us. “I’m getting so close again. I don’t know what to do.”

His head pushed back into the soft, pine-needle-covered earth, his horns a dark curve that my fingers itched to hold.

“I’ve waited so long,” he said, the words a mumble in the darkness. “Waited so long to feel this. And now that I know what you feel like, you’re never going to get rid of me. I’m going to be inside you every day, every minute that I can, just so I can feel like this with you every time.”

I whimpered in agreement. I had been denying us this, all this time. No more waiting. “Please.”

“One more time,” he said quietly into the air. “Come for me one more time, and then I’ll let you feel everything.”

I knew what he wanted. I could feel it burning through my blood. I rode him slowly, shifting my body forward with every thrust so that his cock dragged against the most sensitive parts of me. My muscles tightened, my vision going white as the tension grew impossible to deny.

“I need—” I said softly, my hips jerking now, desperate, my clit rubbing against the perfect curve of his body. “I need something.”

With a growl, Zadi leaned forward just enough that his claws scraped my breast and pulled me toward his mouth. A long, decadent tongue slipped free–dark red, nearly black. It lapped at my nipples before slowly circling them, tightening in the most obscene suction I had ever felt.

Pain. Pleasure. Perfection. It snapped through me, my body instinctively, pushing down against the pressure of that thick cock as I rode the first waves of my orgasm. Zaldi’s hands left my breasts to cup my hips, keeping me flush as his mouth broke free of my breasts to let out a hoarse shout.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” his words barely audible as I tried to focus on the feeling of his body inside me. The pulse of heat, the thickening pressure, and then, more bliss. My head flopped back, my hips twitching as I let go and trusted his body to feed mine more of this ridiculous pleasure. His claws pricked me as he held me flush against him, his body curled up around mine as Zaldi came deep inside of me.

Minutes later, or hell, it could’ve been hours, I collapsed forward onto his chest. “Are you alright?” His rumbled question made me smile. I shifted a little against him, surprising myself when starbursts of pleasure started up against, making me gasp against him.

Zaldi groaned, his hands pressing against my back and more heat flooded me. “Easy,” he said, caressing my skin with careful fingers. “We’ll be a little…sensitive for a while.”

I snorted, or tried to, “Sensitive? That’s what you're calling this?” I just came from shifting to look up at him. Which had instantly made him come again.

“Are you complaining, mate?” Zaldi said, and I could imagine the smile even if I didn’t dare move to see it.

“No, not at all,” I nuzzled against the firm skin of his chest. “I’m half tempted to do it again just to enjoy it.”

Zaldi growled at me, but it was playful. “Evil, evil mate, taking advantage of your male while he is vulnerable.”

We lay together, the slow hum of movement between us as we simply enjoyed each other.

“What happens now?” I asked him after a while. “Do we go home? And where exactly is home?”

His chest rose and fell beneath me, the motion rocking my head just enough that I could tilt my face up to see him. His dark—dark—eyes were fixed on mine.

“Where do you want home to be?” he asked quietly. “Because wherever you are is where I want to be.”