Page 51 of Finding Her (Lore of the Fields #1)

“ Now that you’re satisfied, do you still want me? ” His red tongue licked a drop of arousal from his cheek. “ Do you want me to mate you and make you mine? Or should I resume my post between your thighs?”

“Yours for the taking,” I gasped, spreading my knees wider in invitation.

I watched as his talon sliced through the button of his black denim, dark pubic hair casting shadows against the illumination of his skin.

One hand sliced along the length of the zipper, while the other reached in and grasped the girth of his erection, pulling it free with the smooth curve of his inner talons.

Fuck . It was attractive, glowing the same golden tones as the rest of his physique, ending in a flared head of deeper orange, practically caramel.

Would it taste salty sweet? Stroking him last night had raised some questions I had been eager to answer, and now I visually investigated the unique shape of my partner.

From base to tip, his girth was segmented into four layered swells, each a couple of inches long before subtly dipping and overlapping into the next bulge at a tapered angle.

My thumb and middle finger had almost been able to touch around the narrower sections.

Almost . The pump of my fist had reached a full stop toward his base, where I now saw the largest swell occupying only the underside of his shaft. I could assume its function.

“ If it hurts too much, we stop.” He held his cock in an open claw, the head pointing at its destination menacingly. His skin cast a golden glow across my exposed flesh.

“You won’t hurt me.”

His free hand curled carefully under my hips, pulling them towards him so I lay fully back with my head on the mantle pillow.

He stretched across me, holding himself inches above my face and staring into my eyes.

There was no knowing what thoughts circled behind his eyes, but I could sense vehement yearning in his choked breaths.

Something significant was happening inside of him; worlds were crashing down from relinquishing control.

The arm not supporting his weight reached between us, running a knuckle between my wet lips as if to confirm their preparation.

He grasped his length, running the ridged underside of it through my excitement until each swell of his cock pet over my clit one-by-one.

He rocked back and repeated the motion, my eyes rolling into my head from the smooth glide against where I was the most sensitive.

I felt the enlarged tip rest against my opening. “ Are you mine , Faeryn? ” His thumb claw brushed a strand of hair from my face and stroked my temple affectionately.

“Yes.”

“ I need you to say it. Tell me that you’re mine. ”

“I’m yours, Graysen.”

There was no going back now. If I thought I had been obsessed with him before, he was thoroughly ensuring no other partner would ever compare in the future.

I didn’t want anyone else. No other man could give me what he was giving me.

Physically. Emotionally . I had the feeling that “ mine ” held more weight than just dirty talk.

Our bond was being pledged on a level I couldn’t quite comprehend, but it was all-consuming. It felt right. It was right.

The tip of Graysen’s head nestled between my lips, my body tensed at the mounting pressure, unsure if it could accommodate his girth. His hips continued thrusting forward, and he began entering me with a distinct pop. My body slid over him and hugged the dip before the curve of his first swell.

Graysen suddenly threw his free arm above my head, bracing its elbow on the mantle beside the other.

The sound of fire roared above me as an orange brightness challenged the golden glow of his body in lighting the room.

His fangs clicked together in a hungry snarl, and he groaned as he released tension from his palms in a powerful combustion.

Just moments before, those explosive palms had clutched my throat. I could have so easily been the recipient of their wrath. But I didn’t care. Being burned in the blaze of Graysen’s passion wouldn’t be the worst way to go.

“Are you alright?” I asked him as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple.

“ I need to leave my arms here . I don’t want to burn you. I can’t control it. ”

“That’s alright. I’ll hold on tight for both of us,” I whispered as I clasped my hands behind his neck and pulled his forehead to lean against my own.

I thought the initial entry would be the hardest part, but each of his ridges had to be pushed past the same obstacle.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, digging my nails in and letting out pathetic cries of pleasure and strain as my body accepted every swell of his cock.

He arched his back to stroke deeper, his head bowing into the crevice of my shoulder, steamy breath tickling my neck.

My eyes were half-lidded, staring at the dancing lights on the ceiling. The fullness was overwhelming. I felt as though any moment I would break under his force. I spread my knees as wide as I could as the last of his swells pushed into me and his base rested against my pelvis.

“ Is it too much ?” he panted against my throat, full lips brushing over my bare flesh.

“I can take it,” I gasped, gripping my hands into his hair and holding his head to me.

He began to stroke out slowly, each ridge expanding and contracting the sensitive nerves of my pussy.

Once only the head remained, he pushed forward, my body submitting to take every inch obediently.

I could no longer distinguish between the blood pounding in my ears and the fiery storm blazing treacherously close to my scattered curls.

I allowed my eyes to close and my neck to arch back, granting him more access to my chest and throat.

Warm light bled through the thin skin of my eyelids. Could heaven be this dazzling?

Graysen rocked back and forth with increasing power, my body absorbing the shock of each thrust against the cushioned nest he made for us. The swells of his cock stroked my insides, causing my body to tense around him in appreciation.

“ You’re taking me so well ,” he groaned, sharp teeth nibbling into my jugular. “ My pet. My mate. My Faeryn. ”

Pushed over the edge by his praise, my back lifted from the ground as I shrieked and contorted in another orgasm.

I writhed underneath his body helplessly as each wave clamped tighter around his cock.

He pecked gently along my chest with warm, soft lips, strained groans escaping his throat.

My own pleasure dripped down my ass, wetting the bedding beneath us.

“ That’s my good girl .” His forked tongue traced up my throat, flicking off the end of my pointed chin. “ You’re going to keep doing that for me .”

I nodded weakly. “Graysen, will you come in me?”

“ Is that what my mate wants? To be bred by her monster? ” As if to remind me of our hazardous dynamic, he pressed the sharp ends of his fangs into the fullness of my upper breast. Too lost in pleasure to feel pain, I submissively accepted that he had drawn small drops of blood.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“ Keep begging, Pet, ” he groaned, resting his hot cheek against my own and increasing the pace of his rutting.

The brick walls absorbed my cries as I mindlessly pleaded for more of him, repeating his name as gospel.

I sounded like a trapped animal, desperate for mercy as orgasms began to build on each other.

My body pulsed constantly, skipping refractory periods to instead erupt in another climax.

My hands weakly trembled against his warm flesh, no longer possessing the strength to dig their harmless nails into him.

“ Faeryn. I’m going to come, ” he growled, his head bowed into me as if in prayer.

“Please. Graysen. Please.” I could barely breathe the words out.

His swollen ridges grew to an imposing fullness before contracting in rhythmic releases.

Liquid heat filled me, warming my core and trickling out in a warm puddle below us.

Graysen’s mouth gaped next to my ear, his masculine grunts accompanying the pounding of my own heart in my head.

The room was filled with the smell of bonfire and blinding golden light, chasing away every potential shadow. We were inside the sun itself.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath in desperate gasps for air.

He slowly lifted himself to look down at where we were connected, sweat dripped from his curls and stuck to his face in a messy crown of waves.

His eyes slowly regained their whites, then their gray ring, and then their black pupils.

His skin simmered back to its pale complexion, and his mouth lost its beastly edge.

Graysen’s palm cupped the side of my face and ran a soft thumb over fresh wetness on my cheeks.

I didn’t notice I’d been crying. Unexpected sobs of relief caught in my throat.

Everything felt right, whole, for the first time since I’d left that dark forest. I knew without a doubt that we belonged locked together as one burning entity.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, his deep voice regaining its humanity.

I nodded with a sniffle.

“Faeryn?” His brows pushed in with concern. “What’s wrong?” His gaze locked on the tears streaming down my temple.

“Graysen—” My throat caught with the confession I was about to utter. “I think I love you.”

Water filled his usually fire-drenched eyes. “I love you too, Fae,” his voice cracked, and he held my face in his hands. “Thank you for trusting me. I promise I will spend every moment of my life earning that privilege.” A single tear trickled off his cheek onto my own.

I coughed out a weak laugh. “Does this mean neither of us is sleeping in the bed tonight?”

His reverent expression broke in return, matching my conflicted amusement. “If you think you got out of that by letting me fuck you, you are sorely mistaken.”

He kissed my forehead and began to straighten his arms, lifting himself from where our flesh had been pressed together.

I felt the first swell of his cock stretch out of me.

Then the second. The third. The fourth. The head.

His warmth followed him, dripping onto my sticky thighs.

I stared in awe. Even half softened, he lost no length.

How had that fit ? He tucked his cock back into his pants as if modesty could ever be a factor again, the base of his shaft and a dusting of dark hair visible from where he had ripped the fabric open.

“Come here.” He leaned over and grabbed my arms, wrapping them around his neck before he scooped me up in his embrace. Graysen stood gracefully, our mess covering his bare stomach.

I nuzzled my face into his shoulder as he began the route to our bed.

“I should bathe,” I mumbled sleepily.

“Do me the honor of leaving you ruined tonight,” he cooed as he climbed the stairs. “I’ll bathe you myself in the morning.”

Nestled into furs, fresh sheets, and new covers, I curled into Graysen’s warmth.

For the first time since that lost moment in the woods, I belonged.

This was where I was meant to be, I knew it in my soul.

Graysen had been the missing puzzle piece to my story, and finally I could see a clear future.

He was always meant for me . A part of my past that I had triumphantly reclaimed.