I could study her for eternity, endlessly learning new things about her.
As she pulls off the minnasuit completely, I do the same. My cock bobs heavily in front of me, already leaking seed.
“Did the other females tell you about toxica?” I ask, stepping away from my pile of clothes. “How you’ll become my helpless victim?”
She lifts her nog, her eyes boring into me. “I trust you to take care of me. Even if I can’t move or speak. You’re my mate.”
My heart thunders in my chest. Pride surges through me. Her trust in me is something I never knew I needed until now. Now it’s nourishment I need to survive.
“I will always protect you,” I murmur, stepping closer, “and care for you. For Henry. For the mortlings you’ll soon bear.”
She shivers and a sweet smile curls her lips up. “Soon?”
I curl my massive hand around her hip, my claws out and poking into her flesh. “Every chance to fill you with my seed, I will. I’ll impregnate you a hundred times if I’m able.”
“You morts and your need to get us pregnant.”
I capture her face with my free hand. “Just you. All I care about is you.”
Our lips find each other and our tongues become a quick tangle, dancing around our needy moans and growls. I find her tiny nub she loves to have rubbed and give her the pleasure she needs for her body to grow lubricated. My cock is thick and her body is so small. She’ll probably need to come a few times to be ready for me.
“Galen,” she whimpers, her fingers in my hair, tugging. “Oh, that feels so good.”
I nip at her bottom lip and give her nub a tug. She shudders in my arms, whimpering in ecstasy. I don’t let her come down from her high, instead increasing my efforts, drawing another full-bodied orgasm from her. When I go for a third time, she shakes her nog.
“Enough. God, I can’t. I just need you. Inside me. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Unable to deny my mate a single wish, I pull back and scoop her into my arms. She cries out in shock and then laughs as I stride over to our bed. Once I’ve laid her out on the soft blankets, I spread open her thighs so I can be assured her cunt isn’t just slick but dripping with her desire.
“This,” I say, dragging a finger through her juices, “is the best rekking taste on the planet. And I’m the only one who knows about it.”
“You’re such a caveman.”
“You fell in love with me in a cave.”
She rolls her eyes, but I know it’s true. What I feel for Stella is mirrored back at me. I’ve observed the other morts and their mates enough to know what love is. I’ve read the book—the one all the mated morts have contributed to so the rest of us will know what to do when we find ourselves in love with a human—eavesdropped on conversations and overheard whispered affections. Ours outmatches them all.
I prowl over her, seeking out her mouth once more. My cock throbs with anticipation. Gripping it, I slowly tease her entrance, letting her body get used to what’s to come.
“More,” she begs against my lips. “All of you. I need every inch, Galen.”
With agonizing patience, I ease my cock into her tight channel. Since she’s so slick, I could shove all the way in with one thrust, but I’d be horrified if I hurt her. It isn’t until I’ve pushed all the way in and her breathing is as heavy as mine do I consider moving any faster.
“Ready, zelfyre?”
“I’m always ready with you.”
I pull out and then drive my hips forward, filling her to the brim with my cock. The delicious squeeze of her body feels so maddeningly exquisite, it’s nearly impossible not to come right away.
But then it’ll be over.
I’ve waited so long to take my time with her, so that’s exactly what I’ll do. I slow my hips and press kisses along her jaw, to her neck. She whimpers as my fangs scrape along her skin. I have the urge to bite her—to mark her for all to see—but I want to discuss it with her first. Another time perhaps.
“You’re teasing me,” she whines. “So rude.”
“Teasing is part of the fun.”
She doesn’t argue with that.
With my finger and thumb, I tug at one of her nipples, the claws pressing into her flesh but not puncturing it. She must like the sensation because her cunt squeezes around my cock. I groan in response, my entire body shuddering.
“Faster, Galen. I need you deep inside me.”
I growl against her neck, lit on fire by her words. My hips take on a manic cadence, thrusting wildly. Accidentally, my teeth pierce her flesh. The saltiness of her blood teases over my forked tongue.