Page 40 of Argurma Warrior (The Argurma Chronicles #1)
T ossed onto the bed, Meg cried out, the sound pulling from her belly as Kaylar’s mouth went directly to her pussy and latched on hungrily. Her fingers dug into the bedding beneath her, her back arching as his mandibles caressed her inner thighs. His tongues lapped at her and they almost felt as if they were vibrating with the force of his loud purr rumbling through him. Her entire body tightened and trembled as pleasure powered through her, bursting with such force that she cried out sharply and released the bedding to fist the tendrils twining around her waist with one hand. Kaylar growled against her sex and he gave one last lingering lick before lifting his head to pin her with his glowing gaze. His growl continued to rumble in his chest as he lifted himself and crawled over her, his dark tongues sliding over his lips to catch the traces of her flavor clinging to them.
She panted as she stared down her body at him. The sight of him crawling over her, desire etched heavily into his face, was so erotic that her belly quivered. Between them his civix writhed searchingly for the heat between her thighs. Thick, engorged and its hooked tip flexing as if possessing a pulse, a slickness coated it from the swollen ridges running at the either side of his length. Although those ridges apparently lubricated his civix, she also knew from experience just how good they would feel inside of her.
“Fuck. Yes, please,” she rasped.
The corners of his mouth quirked and he drew himself up the remaining distance until his body completely blanketed her. Her legs spread to cradle his hips and she moaned as his slickened civix brushed back and forth over her folds. It brushed over her thighs at first as he drew up into position, but once Kaylar was braced over her, it began to jerk so hard that it delivered several firm slaps to her pussy that made her jolt with little gasps from the intense pleasure that bloomed at contact.
Her eyes rolled back as it slapped and stroked over her in time with the instinctive pumping, grinding motions of Kaylar’s hips over her. Another growl escaped him that immediately shifted to a long hiss when the hooked head of his civix suddenly slipped inside her. Meg gasped as pleasure rose quickly through her as his cock burrowed into her with the full force of his hips slamming down to meet hers. Although they’d had sex many times over the last few days, teasing her comfort with a variety of positions, this was so much rawer and more aggressive than anything she’d felt before. There was nothing gentle to the quick, hard snap of his hips or the lashing pulse of his civix inside her. The combined sensation made her tremble, tripping one orgasm after another as something deeper climbed through her spine.
Meg raked her nails along his arms, her soft cries punctuating his every thrust. As she’d waited for him to return, she’d prepared herself for an aggressive coupling given the manner in which she’d chosen to attack and claim him but, in truth, nothing could have entirely prepared her for sensations bombarding her.
His back hunched so that he could tuck his head down beside hers and his throaty grunts filled her ear. He was so large that he covered her completely. It could have been intimidating if they hadn’t taken their time, giving her the power over their intimacy and the opportunity to fully explore him. There wasn’t an inch of him that she was unfamiliar with so that when his muscles bunched over her she felt only elation from the thrill of it. Because of that, she lifted her hips eagerly to meet every thrust, her gasps and moans joining in ecstatically. With every rock of his hips, his vibrissae stroked over her, drawing out her pleasure as they slid over her lovingly, teasing her skin. Some framed her face and draped over her neck as if intent on worshiping any and every inch they could touch, while others lovingly slid among and gently twisted with the short length of hair at the very top of her head. Her eyes fluttered closed as the numerous little touches ran over her, providing an aspect of gentleness to the hard rut of his civix slamming into her to writhe and stroke sensitive spots in her depths that she’d never known before him.
She jolted, her eyes flying open, at the sensation of claw-tips teasing her nipples. Kaylar drew up to a seated position as he gave them a sharp tug, his hips rocking rhythmically as he stared down at her. His eyes burned with intensity as he stared down at her, his full lips parting, showing the very tips of his teeth with a feral need as he picked up his pace, his hips snapping wildly as he rutted her. He tugged and flicked her nipples with the blunt side of his claws, rolling her nipple until she cried out softly and squeezed around his thick length buried inside of her. He hissed, his eyes slitting. His claws abandoned her nipples, and he covered her again, lowering his body close to hers as he held her in place so that his fingers could be replaced by a longer pair of vibrissae to tease her, freeing his hands to drag his claws lightly down her belly.
Her sex clenched at the sensation of his claws skimming over her skin and she moaned. Being touched so gently by a lethal part of him was always exciting, knowing he had the ability to harm her but that he wished to be nothing but gentle toward her. He never once crossed over into pain except with her expressed permission if she desired to feel the bite of something more.
His hand slid down between her thighs, resting at the top of her sex, his eyes trained on his civix sliding in and out of her. A deep growl rumbled within him and he shivered as if the sight was something that tempted his control. She wanted him to lose control—at least a little. Meg contracted her inner muscles and smiled smugly as his face tensed. Trembling, his claws settled along her hips, his hands squeezing just hard enough to deliver an erotic prick, the heat of which she felt race across her pelvis to her clit.
His left hand squeezed her hip briefly before dropping between her legs to slide his claws and fingertips over her pussy to rest against her clit. His mouth captured hers, his tongues plunging into her mouth as he pressed on that little bead of flesh, stroking and rolling it while he continued to work her nipples. Meg quivered beneath him, her pleasure deepening into her core and intensifying so that she shook with it. It rolled through her in dark waves as she jerked against him, her thighs tightening around his hips and her heels digging into his ass, giving her a leverage needed to lift into his thrusts, riding him in turn as their bodies collided together in a frantic, writhing mating in which their bodies met and caressed at numerous points as if they were moving in a primitive dance, the knowledge of which was ingrained deep within them.
Meg cried out and she snapped her hips up into his thrust, her channel rippling as an orgasm swept through. With each rhythmic clench of her pussy around him, she felt his civix swell within her, the ridges rubbing along her channel walls even as they slipped erotically in her with the excessive lubrication their bodies created. Kaylar’s growls deepened as he plunged deep and ground against her as his civix uncoiled with a lashing motion that ran along her channel straight down to the mouth of her womb, followed by the deep tug at her core as his hook latched. Meg cried out at the sensation, pleasure shooting rapidly upward through her as he pressed forward more and a sharp pressure was followed by the most incredible sensation of being filled and possessed entirely.
She was so lost in pleasure that she didn’t even note the rapid descent of his head as his mandibles stung into the sides of her neck. The fire of pleasure that it left in its wake, however, consumed her. She screamed, the wave of release that she’d been riding suddenly bursting forward in a hot torrent that swept her away as her pussy gushed around his civix with the intensity of her climax.
Kaylar’s tongue swept over her neck, leaving a thick residue, coating her wounds, even as his civix suddenly pressed firmer and swelled impossibly so that it felt as if it were rubbing everywhere at once. He bellowed above her, his body jerking with the force of his own orgasm as he continued to grind against her. His civix twitching and pulsing within her, he gave up the hot flow of his seed in a thick flow that filled her up and spilt out between them. Meg wailed with each twitch tugging within her as his release flooded her, her pleasure seemingly unending.
Collapsing into his arms, Meg laid her head against his heart, her body still joined to his, and expelled a breath against his chest. Kaylar murmured a sound of pleasure at the sensation and his arms curled possessively around her.
Tipping her head up on his chest, she peered up at him. “I suck with words and I will probably often forget to tell you, but I love you, Kaylar.”
A smile curved his lips, and his eyes opened a fraction to peer down at her. “I am yours, anastha. Heart and now body as well in truth.” He sighed contently and curled around her to nuzzle her jaw and breathe her in.
Meg leaned into his touch, her own smile stretching across her face. “We are mates now, right?”
“Forever,” he assured her.
Forever sounded about perfect as far as she was concerned.