hadn’t expected was to feel like she was claiming him too.
His claws pricked into her hips. She felt her clit flutter once, felt the deep, delicious slide of his cock inside her—
Jaxor tensed, leaning forward, sensing she was on the edge.
And then Erin was crying out, her back arching on the cold, wet stone of the base. Pleasure ripped through her, tearing her apart until it built her back up. She never tore her gaze away from Jaxor, even as her breathing went ragged, even as her body thrashed. Her skin grew so sensitive that she could feel every drop of rain on her skin, sliding down her body like little caresses.
“Vrax,” he murmured, his tone desperate, feeling her body tighten like a vise around him. “I feel you, luxiva. Following you—”
He broke off his strained words, his hips quickening between her thighs. Then he was roaring to the dark sky, his head thrown back, the column of his thick neck strained.
Erin’s breath hitched, feeling his seed shoot into her body, warmth coating her inner walls, lash after lash, impossibly hot. It filled her as he shook over her, continuing and continuing.
She’d never seen anything so erotic as watching Jaxor lose himself between her thighs.
And she received every last drop from him.
When it was over, he sank down next to her, spent. He never left her body. In fact, even after that orgasm, his cock was still hard, still pulsing inside her.
Jaxor pulled her into his arms, his breathing ragged, hers too. Now that it was over, she felt the way she trembled. She felt his mark on her neck, on her breast. She felt the heat leaking from between her legs, running down between them.
She felt high on sex. She’d expected that she might feel dread or fear over what they’d just done, but…she didn’t. She only felt the warmth of his skin and the way his breath fanned out heavily on her skin.
She whispered, “Why haven’t we been doing this from the beginning?”
Erin felt him press a kiss into her soaked hair, felt his palm glide over her arm, her breasts, her waist, until it settled on her hip. She swore she felt tingling sparks follow in his hand’s wake.
“It is done now,” he murmured.
But as Erin settled in his arms, she realized he sounded almost sad as he said it.
Chapter Thirty
Later that evening, Erin was tugging on Jaxor’s stiffened horns, trying to pull him from between her thighs.
“Jaxor, please!” she begged.
He growled, but finally did as she wanted, releasing her clit, which he’d been gently lapping and suckling with that long, warm tongue.
They’d moved into the cave sometime after the first mating and Erin’s palms found the stone of the floor when Jaxor flipped her onto her hands and knees, pulling her hips back so he could thrust inside her.
A moan tumbled from her lips, low and throaty. Her voice felt scratchy, well-used, considering she’d been crying out and screaming her pleasure for the better part of the day.
They’d hardly taken a break since that morning. Jaxor had been insatiable. And so had she. It was like this driving need to mate, no matter what. No matter how sore or tired she was, she needed him inside her.
Those feelings were alarming, admittedly, but Erin had decided to give in to this, into him, and see where it led. Which was why she arched her back, why her head tilted to the side when he began fucking her from behind, why she moaned and whispered his name like a prayer.
Erin didn’t know how much longer her body would hold out, but she met him thrust for thrust. Every one of his growls met one of her moans. And when she sensed that he was near, she began to come on his cock—her seventh, eighth, ninth orgasm of the day, she couldn’t be certain—and he shortly followed, releasing himself into her body until nothing was left.
“I need to r-rest,” she whispered to him, panting, feeling him maneuver her down to the furs, which had bunched up a little during their mating. He smoothed them out before cradling her in his arms. “Just for a little while.”
“Tev, rixella,” he rasped, his own voice changed. “I promise I will give you reprieve.”
For now went unspoken, but they both heard it.
She gave an exhausted sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. Then she felt his kiss and her lips quirked up, meeting it. His tongue stroked hers, soft and slow and wonderful. It made