bracing himself with one hand on the floor, and bit down on his forearm as the light in his eyes intensified and faint sparks crackled over his scales.
Even though his ragged cry of pleasure was muffled, Leyloni felt it vibrate through her. That sensation was nothing compared to the eruption of his hot seed inside her, filling her impossibly more. His cock pulsed, spurting more and more seed into her, and its movements—paired with the vibrations of his growls—sent her into another climax.
Shudders spasmed through her, nearly painful in their power. It was a delicious torment that she didn’t want to end.
Arysteon wrapped his hand around her throat, pinning her to the floor, and ground his pelvis against her, pushing deeper still. It was yet another reminder of his true nature, his true prowess, and it both complemented and enhanced the gentleness he had so often shown her since they’d met. She was at his mercy, and she trusted him entirely.
He continued erratically pumping his hips—spilling a little more seed into her with each thrust—to prolong their mutual pleasure as he slid his hand down from her neck. The tips of his claws grazed her skin, raising gooseflesh in their wake, until finally his palm settled over her breast. He stroked and kneaded her tender flesh, his fingers firm and rough, his touch covetous.
The motion of his hips gradually eased, coming to a full stop some moments later, but he did not release her breast. His ragged breaths and pounding heartbeat, echoing her own, likewise eased, though the ecstasy thrumming within Leyloni was slower to fade. Every tiny twitch of his cock—often in time with his pulse—roused a little of that pleasure.
Leyloni glanced toward Serek and silently thanked Mother Eurynome that he was still sound asleep.
Body lax, Leyloni let her hand fall beside her. She didn’t think she could lift a finger if she tried. She’d never felt so much pleasure, had never felt so fulfilled, had never felt anything so powerful as what she just shared with Arysteon. Her eyes met his, and her lips curled into a smile.
Rogue strands of Arysteon’s hair hung in his face, undoubtedly tousled during their mating. They added a certain charm to his answering smile that she could neither define nor resist. The happiness in his expression, the wonder and caring, was overwhelming.
And Arysteon was hers.
He made a low, appreciative rumble that she felt more than heard—especially through his shaft—and lifted his hand away from her breast. Gently, he tucked several loose, sweat dampened strands of her hair behind her ear. “I have no adequate words to describe that experience.”
Leyloni reached out and brushed the tips of her fingers along his jaw. “The words do not matter. What we felt, what we shared, is far more meaningful.”
Arysteon caught her wrist and brought her hand to his face. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, and Leyloni felt his tongue against her palm for an instant before it was replaced by his lips. He released his breath in another contented rumble and opened his eyes again. “My beautiful mate.”
“Will I be your only?”
Leyloni’s eyes widened. She didn’t understand why those words had slipped out like that. She had no right to ask that question. Males took many wives, and that was simply the way of the world. It was the only way to produce enough children to keep tribes strong through the generations.
But the thought of another female touching Arysteon churned her stomach and struck her with a sense despair and anger like she’d never before experienced. It was selfish, it was wrong, but she could not help it. He was hers.
Arysteon released her wrist and slipped his arm under her shoulders, lifting her torso slightly off the floor. Before she knew what he was doing, he tipped to the side, falling into a roll, and drew her along with him, all while keeping his shaft sheathed within her.
She gasped and pushed herself up on her forearms as her legs fell to either side of his hips, looking down at him. In this position, his cock felt bigger, thicker, and sank much, much deeper.
He pressed his palm over her cheek and smoothed his thumb across her skin, staring up into her eyes. “You are my only and my forever, Leyloni.”
His tongue flicked out, and when it returned to his mouth, he closed his eyes. His lips curled in a smile as he began to hum.
It was immediately apparent that this song was not the same