Steph's Outcast

"—and not really perky."

He nods. "But I like the way they fall into my hand, as if they cannot resist my touch."

Well, that's one way of looking at it. I tangle my fingers in his hair as he teases my nipples again. "So that's why."

Juth shakes his head. "You take my breath away. I do not want you to hurt your body…" He pauses, stroking his fingers over a red-mark again. "But I like that I am the only one that gets to see just how beautiful you are. I think I would attack any male that looked at your teats, just because you are mine." He growls the last word, and then repeats it again. "All mine."

He makes me feel so damned pretty. So special. I lean in and press an urgent kiss to his mouth. "I love you, Juth."

"Of course you do. I am yours and you are mine." He nips lightly at my jaw with those sharp fangs of his, even as he pinches my nipple in a way that sends a hot skitter of pleasure through my body. His response makes me want to laugh. In his eyes, of course I love him. We're mates. It's that simple, at least to him. I suspect that just like the sa-khui, the islanders—and the Outcasts—aren't big on words. They prefer for it to be shown. I can say I love him a thousand times, but showing him is what matters.

So I capture his mouth again and kiss him harder.

Juth's hands slide to my ass and he clenches me against him, tugging me down until I'm on my back in the furs. He flips my skirt up in a familiar movement and gazes reverently at my pussy. "I will never grow tired of looking at you," he tells me. "The only thing better than looking is tasting."

I stop him before he goes down, head first, between my thighs. "Wait."

His hands rub up and down my thighs, and he gives me an impatient look, as if I'm keeping him from a well-deserved treat. "Steff—"

"I want all of you today," I say softly. "I want more than this. Not that this isn't good. It's just…I don't want you to just give me pleasure. I want to share it with you." I reach for him, a silent invitation in my eyes. "I want you inside of me. I want to be your mate in all ways."

For the first time, uncertainty crosses his face. His hands skim up my thighs again, and he teases a finger up and down my folds, toying with the wetness there. "I know how to pleasure you like this."

Is that what he's worried about? That somehow he won't make things good for me if he uses his cock? "I promise you, there will be tons of pleasure in it for both of us."

His hand skims down between my legs again. He rubs a finger between my folds and then pushes into me, his gaze locked on my face. When I gasp, he strokes deep inside me with his finger, pumping it. "This is just one finger, my mate. My cock is much, much bigger."

"I can take it." If anything, I'm excited about how big he is. I've never had sex with anyone as well-equipped as him and I want to know how it feels. I ache inside just thinking about it. I've seen the other men on the beach naked, because they're casual about nudity, and everyone's packing some serious heat in their loincloths, but no one ever complains about things.

Well, Bridget did, but once she and A'tam figured themselves out, she's been all smiles ever since. She's even gushed to me that she loves his “huge cock” now.

So do I want to experience Juth's enormous equipment? God, yes. I'm not afraid in the slightest.

"If I'm wet, I can take you," I say softly. "And I'm very, very wet."

He pumps his finger into me slowly, watching my face. My body is making embarrassingly wet sucking sounds, but I don't care. It just means I'm turned on and ready for him. I spread my thighs wider, encouraging him, and he groans, moving forward and nuzzling at the curls covering my mound. "I need you," he growls. "I ache with needing you."

His words send a quiver through my body. "I'm right here." I reach for him, tugging on his arm. "Cover me with your body. It's going to feel so amazing," I coax. "You on top of me, your cock so deep inside me."

He groans again, turned on by my words, and he surges up over me so quickly that I smother a gasp. Juth lies fully on top of me, his weight heavy and intense. It presses on me, but not in a way that's uncomfortable, just weighty and solid. I wiggle underneath him, shifting my weight until his hips are aligned with mine, his cock pressing against my pussy. He looms over me, his height difference more evident now than ever, and I feel dainty and small underneath him, which is something I normally never feel. It's…nice. So nice.