Page 86 of His Stubborn Mate

My Mate lay propped on the pallet of furs, his arms stacked behind his head, the dark tattoos on his green skin shifting with the play of firelight. His eyes—those dark, glowing orbs—watched me with a hunger that made my breath catch.

There was pride there, yes, and something deeper, something that called to me as if it were a physical touch.

Without hesitation, I crawled toward him, my knees sinking into the soft layers of blankets. I straddled him and leaned down, pressing my lips to his.

The kiss stole my breath.

His mouth opened beneath mine, his tongue—ridged and thick—sliding against mine with a familiarity that sent heat pooling low in my belly. He hummed against my lips, the vibration traveling through me, and I melted into him, my fingers threading through his hair as I deepened the kiss. His tusks scraped against my cheek, rough and delicious, and I arched into him, my body already thrumming with need.

His pride in me roared down our Mate Bond, a current I could feel in the way his hands roamed over my skin. One calloused palm slid up my back, pressing me closer, while the other cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. A gasp tore from my throat as pleasure lanced through me, sharp and bright.

“Maardok,” I sighed, breaking the kiss to press my forehead to his, my breath coming fast. “I need you.”

“Ye have me, dkaar,” he rumbled, his voice rough with desire.

“Always.”

His lips left mine, trailing down the line of my throat, his warm breath making me shiver. I arched into his touch, my head tilting to give him better access as his mouth found the sensitive curve where my neck met my shoulder.

His teeth—blunt but large—scraped against my skin, and I whimpered. His tongue followed, wet and hot, and I pushed my breasts forward, needing him to touch me there.

As if he couldn’t resist, his mouth closed over one taut peak, and I gasped, my back bowing as his tongue swirled around my nipple. A bead of milk welled, and he groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my flesh as he sucked gently.

His fingers tightened on my other breast, squeezing and kneading, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips, the sound swallowed by the darkness around us.

This had been his favorite since my body had healed from Edan’s birth, worshipping me with his mouth as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

As always, the tenderness ‘twas almost as arousing as the physical sensation. He made me feel cherished.

Beloved.

And by all that was holy, did I love it.

I scooted back, my thighs trembling, my breath hitching as I reached between our bodies. His cock was already hard, thick, and ridged, the familiar weight of him hot against my fingers. I guided him to my entrance, and without hesitation, I sank down onto him.

The first ridge stretched me, a delicious burn that made me whimper and sigh. I rocked my hips slightly, taking in the sensation, my body adjusting to the intrusion. Maardok’s groans filled the space between us, the sound deep and appreciative, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, steadying me.

“Fook me, lass,” he breathed, his voice rough as gravel. “Ye feel so good.”

Closing my eyes briefly, I sank further onto him. The next ridge entered me. The muscles inside me fluttered around him— so much. So full.

Maardok’s big hands guided me, but didn’t push, allowing me to control the pace. The third ridge followed, then the fourth, each one forcing me wider, stretching me with a familiar pressure. I moaned, my head falling back as I clenched around him, my need building.

“That’s it, dkaar,” he praised, his voice a low, visceral rumble that resonated through my very bones. “Take all of me. So perfect around my cock.”

And then the final ridge slid into place, seating him fully inside me. His cock bottomed out against my womb, and I gasped as an orgasm immediately crashed over me.

As always, ‘twas sudden, violent, my body locking up around him, my inner walls clutching at his length as pleasure detonated through me, sharp and impossible to escape.

I gasped, my thighs trembling, my toes curling as the waves of it kept rolling through me.

Maardok’s hands tightened on my hips, his thumbs massaging the muscles there as he encouraged me.

“Aye, love. That’s the first. Ye ken how it works—Now, ride me.”

I hummed as my body relaxed slightly, my muscles still twitching and trembling with the aftershocks. I began to move, rocking my hips, testing the sensation of him inside me.

The ridges of his cock dragged against my inner walls with each motion, the friction almost too much—almost. A shudder ran through me, and I looked down at where our bodies joined, my mouth dry as I watched his cock disappear, then reappear, the thick dark shaft vanishing inside me as I found my rhythm.