Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,23
fingers circling until it finds my opening. “Do you understand that, Kora?”
“Yes,” I whimper, practically on autopilot. I need him to keep touching me. I need it.
“As your mate, this pussy belongs to me,” he says into my ear as he slowly pushes his finger inside me. “And so does your other hole, too.” His thumb caresses my chin, parting my lips. “And your soft little mouth.”
I’m too overwhelmed to answer him. What he’s doing with his fingers is my entire world. I press myself down against him, clench myself around him, anything to get more stimulation.
His hand caresses my neck and he brings his face close to mine. “Say you’re going to be my mate, Kora. My vulta. I want to hear you say it before I make this pussy mine.”
I understand the enormity of what I’m agreeing to, but right now it doesn’t matter. I need his knot. I need to feel his fangs on my neck, to see his pigment on my skin. I need him to fill me, to claim me, to own me. It’s the only thing that matters.
“I’m going to be your vulta,” I whisper, feeling thrillingly dirty as I say the words. “I’m going to let you own me.”
A shiver runs through me, and I see my beacon glowing gold reflected in his eyes. Saying it out loud turns me on in a primal way, a way I don’t even understand. I feel my sensitive nipples scraping against the fabric of my shirt, my pussy leaking wetness in anticipation of Turan’s cock. He puts both hands under my nightshirt and pulls it over my head, growling in frustration as it briefly gets caught on my arms.
He doesn’t bother to give me verbal instructions as he manhandles me over to the bed, pushing me down and spreading my legs apart. I feel his weight come down onto me, muscles taut under his clothes. His lips press down onto mine, dominating me with sloppy kiss. My hands scramble under his shirt, searching for the buttons.
“Gggrahh!” he rumbles, and buttons fly everywhere as he rips the front of his shirt open and pulls it off. My mouth hangs open as I look up at him, taking in his muscular chest, his broad shoulders, his intricate sleeve tattoo.
“Turan I… I’m a virgin,” I gasp, feeling his hand slide down my navel until it finds my wetness again.
“Then I’ll be the only man who ever gets to touch this perfect cunt,” he growls, and my toes curl as he slips a finger into me. “Or thrust myself inside it. Or fill it with my cum. Or stretch it open with my knot.”
I whimper, needing more of him, all of him. I reach for his belt buckle, and he uses his free hand to help me take it off.
“So greedy when you’re in heat,” Turan teases, still fingering me. “So desperate for my cock.”
I glare at him, even as I know I’m putty in his hands. He can say whatever he wants as long as he puts his knot inside me. His cock springs free, fully hard, and I stare at it, amazed. I’ve never seen a cock before in person.
Turan’s cock is big. Really big. Not just long, but thick, with ridges grooving down the shaft that look like they would feel incredible sliding in and out of me.
If it can even fit, that is.
“It’s too big for me,” I whimper, knowing even as I say it that I would beg him for his cock if I he made me. “I… I’m tight.”
“That’s good,” says Turan, licking his lips. “It will make for a snug fit when I give you my knot.”
He slaps his cock down against my clit with a meaty smack. I moan, my eyes glued to it, shocked by how massive it looks next to my little pussy.
“Tell me you’re going to take this big cock, Kora,” Turan growls, his hand finding my neck. “Tell me you’re going to be a good girl and let this big cock stretch you open.”
“I’m going to take it,” I moan, feeling its weight resting on me. I’m scared, but I’ve never needed anything more in my life. My whole body is on fire, crying out for him to enter me. If I knew for certain that his cock would kill me, I’m not sure I could say no.
Turan grips my thighs, spreading my legs apart, and then positions his cock at my opening. My eyes are wide, my