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Page 35 of Keeping His Mate

Her eyes are swirling with heat as she pulls my hand to her chest. “Come on, let’s go home.”

I quickly get to my feet and follow her out of the hall and into the rain. I do not care what Ahlvo is feeling right now, or what anyone thinks. All I care about is that Elle-noor referred to me as “sexy.” She did it in front of everyone I care about.

She is not disgusted by my scars.

When she breaks into a run, I follow her lead. We jog side by side until we reach my dwelling. She slams the door shut behind her once we are inside, then grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me down until she can press her lips to mine.

I move my mouth against hers, soft at first, but then demanding, just how she likes. When I feel her lips part, I slide my tongue between them, stroking her round pink tongue as she moans into my mouth.

Suddenly, she pulls away, but only to rip off her cloak, toe off her boots, and pull her shirt over her head.

My mouth waters at the sight of her light brown nipples on display, her heavy breasts bouncing as she drops her arms to her sides. I lean down to close my lips around her left nipple, but she pushes me back to my full height, and I am worried I have done something wrong.

“Get this off. Need you naked,” she hisses as her hands wrap around the lower hem of my poncho. I help her, pulling off my tunic with my poncho in one swift motion. What Elle-noor wants, I am eager to give her.

Desperate to feel her bare chest against mine, I pull her into my arms, one hand gripping her ass and the other tangled in her mane. Her mouth is on mine instantly, and her tongue slides against my longer, rougher one in a way that sends the blood rushing to my cock. She wraps her legs around my middle and digs her heels into my lower back as I stumble around the first floor of my dwelling, searching for a flat surface to put her on.

The window ledge. The moment I remember its existence, I extract my fingers from Elle-noor’s soft mane and wave it behind her back, knocking over everything that stands in the way of me sinking deep within her cunt.

When I finally find it, I reach my hand for the side of the frame, but I miss and shove the jugs filled with flower petals to the ground in a shattering heap. That is a problem for tomorrow, however. Because Elle-noor’s mouth is on my throat, her hands tug at my mane, Stahn-lee is not here to interrupt us, and I will do nothing else before I take my mate.

CHAPTER 16

ELEANOR

I’m fuming over Ahlvo’s insensitive little “joke” about Bruvix’s scars, but it’s hard to stay mad when a growling Bruvix is tearing my pants off my legs with the primal vigor of a lion seizing its prey.

Once I’m completely naked, he takes a step back and looks me up and down.

“Are you okay?” I ask when he continues to stare at me.

“Y-yes,” he replies, his voice low and husky. “I forgot how to breathe for a moment.”

I let him look his fill, letting the heat of his gaze warm me, but after a few moments, I miss the feel of his skin against mine. He can look at me another time. Right now, I want him stretching my insides with that humongous cock of his. “Get over here,” I say, spreading my knees wide as I tug him toward me by the hand.

His mouth is hot on my chest as he presses kisses along my collarbone, and then down between my breasts. His dark blue eyes sparkle in the soft light of the douku orbs in the corner, and he holds my gaze as he runs the tip of his tongue in a circle around my nipple. Letting out a moan, I arch my back, feeding more of my breast into his greedy mouth. And he takes it all, licking and sucking and lightly biting until my entire body is trembling with need.

Reaching behind me, I shove the thick curtain aside and wrap the end around my forearm, so I can feel the night breeze against my back. It’s still raining, but now it’s a soft drizzle, and the infrequent droplets splashing on my skin is a welcome contrast to the sheen of sweat starting to cover my body.

Bruvix growls as he moves farther down my body, kissing across my stomach and along the stretch marks that cover my hips. “Your scent,” he says in a low, breathy rumble. Then he shoves his nose into my pubic hair and groans as his eyes roll back in his head. “My body craves it.”

“Mmm,” I moan as his tongue traces a line from my entrance up to my clit. “Fuck that’s good.” When I shove my hand in his silver hair and pull, he takes it as a note to suck harder, and my back comes off the ledge as I scream.

His growl intensifies as my legs start to shake, and it’s as if just giving me pleasure is getting him off too. The more he growls against my clit, the slight vibration of it creating a delicious rhythmic friction, the closer I get to falling over the edge.

“Come, Elle-noor. Come on my face,” he commands, and my body obeys. My thighs clench around his head as I rock against his tongue erratically, riding out my release. I can’t scream. I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but sink deeper into the explosion that’s lighting me up from the inside.

As I slowly come down, he stands and kisses me, stroking deeply into my mouth, and I taste myself on his tongue. Reaching between us, I untie the laces at the top of his pants and tug them down as far as I can. He chuckles against my mouth when I can’t reach them anymore, and he finishes the job.

Then his cock springs free, and I’m eager to trace it with my tongue. He’s huge, and the sheer size of his dick is either going to kill me or destroy my pussy for any future lovers. I’m too enticed by the latter to worry about the former.

I wrap my fingers around his hard length and stroke him as my other hand cups and massages his heavy balls. He moans into my mouth as I use the pre-come pooling at his tip to lubricate him before stroking again.

Guiding him toward my entrance, I feel him freeze, and immediately I let go. “What is it?” I ask, suddenly worried.

“I… This...I have not done this before,” he says quietly. Avoiding my eyes, he starts to pull away, but I stop him immediately. “I wish I were skilled...in this. For you.”

“Hey, that’s okay,” I tell him, placing my hands on either side of his face. “Thank you for telling me. Don’t worry,” I reassure him, pressing his tip to my core once again. Then I rest my hands on his back and push, making him surge inside me as I whisper, “I’m averygood teacher,” against his lips.




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