Page 24 of Klora (Mates of the Mylos #6)

CHAPTER 24

ADRIAN

Klora’s eyes grew even wilder.

“Stars be damned!” he roared. “We didn’t bring or buy any!”

We sure as hell hadn’t and this was not that kind of hotel. I wasn’t going to let that stop me from getting me some of that and us getting our happy ever after, even as unexpected as the opportunity was.

“Lotion!” I shouted. “Please tell me there is lotion in the bathroom!”

Klora spun on his heel and took off to go check.

“Yes!” he shouted, rushing back. He held his prize aloft. “Hypoallergenic so it should be okay, right?”

“Well, it might cause some itching afterward or burn for a minute, but I can wash my ass out after.”

“I could call down to the desk,” he began.

I held up a hand to cut off. “Nope. Not happening. I am not willing to have the hotel concierge go shop for lube and bring it up.”

Klora licked his lips. “Well, I suppose we could get dressed and go ourselves.”

“Just open the goddamned bottle!”

“If you’re sure.”

I answered that question by wetting two of my fingers, leaning back, and sliding them into my ass without further ado. Klora’s eyes locked onto my hole and he began fumbling with the plastic shrink wrap around the sealed bottle top. His cock jerked and a drop of precome beaded at the tip. Oh yeah, he definitely wanted inside me, pronto.

He swallowed. “Let me know if it causes a problem,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I just nodded, but honestly, unless the discomfort was seriously bad, as in a terrible allergic reaction sort of way or it lit my ass on fire and didn’t quit, I wasn’t gonna say squat. Absolutely diddly.

“Quit yapping and get that gorgeous thing slippery,” I demanded.

“Bossy,” he murmured.

I didn’t disagree. I knew what I wanted and how and when I wanted it. I was not about to apologize for it. If he wanted me to stop telling him what to do, he needed to just give us both what we wanted. And oh, did I really, really want it. He was my perfect match as much as I was his, and we both knew it even without the damned test I'd agreed to. This was two people meant to be together getting it on, not merely some guy I was hooking up with after we met by chance.

He unscrewed the ball shaped cap and poured a generous amount of the runny lotion into his hand. After slathering it generously all over his length, he batted my hand out of his way and smeared a bunch all over my hole.

“Ready?” he asked, wiping the rest on my butt cheek before screwing the lid back onto the lotion and tossing the bottle on the bed.

“Get on in,” I snarked.

He took me at my word that all systems were go and knelt between my legs. He notched himself at my entrance, arms on either side of me. I laid my legs over his forearms to help keep myself spread wide. Staring me straight in the eyes, he thrust himself forward, causing me to gasp as he pushed back my barely stretched out hole. I closed my eyes, sucking in a breath and holding it. This was one of my favorite parts - the initial bite and burn of being forced open just before it began to morph into pleasure as my inner walls were stroked. I released my breath and opened my eyes.

“Keep going!” I panted and was rewarded with a curt nod and him resuming his inexorable slide into my deepest parts. He didn’t stop until his hips rested against me. I glanced down, doing my utmost to relax around his girth. Had I thought he was the same size as my dragon dildo? Nope, he was definitely bigger. I glanced down. I could see the outline of his dick under my abdomen.

“Oh,” I breathed out.

He shifted and the movement caused him to rub against my prostate, making me see stars. Electricity zingled along my spine and my toes curled. “Move,” I said softly, nipping at his ear.

It was all he apparently needed to hear, snapping his hips back a fraction, only to slam back in, then out a bit further, and all the way back in. He set a rhythm like that, some short thrusts alternating with even longer ones. It was delicious and sent me on the journey to delirium that I chased during sex.

“Yes, like that!” I heard myself say and I was pretty sure that was me begging him not to stop, that he felt so very, very good, and that I would die if he didn’t keep fucking me. Then I lost all sense of reality, lost to pure sensation, rushing towards something, a precipice of some sort, and then I fell over it.

A sharp sting by my neck jolted me back with a scream. He’d done it - bit me with his fangs, claiming me as his as he sprayed my insides with his hot seed. A sense of euphoria followed the revelation and I shouted as my cock feebly jerked once more, in a second mini orgasm I hadn’t even known was possible.

“Damn. You’ve ruined me,” I slurred, sounding as drunk as I felt.

He stared down at me and laughed.

“Good, because you can’t have anyone else.”

“I still gotta do the paper.”

“A technicality, in case your government challenges our mating.” He kissed the tip of my nose “Sleep. We have to get up in a few hours to go to the group breakfast. We’ll go do the paperwork after.”

He pulled out, causing me to hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness. I could feel him leaking out of my gaping asshole too, but found I didn’t care. I knew that I might later after waking up in the wet spot, but right now? I was done. I just wanted to sleep and if we had time, have some more sex.

“Mebbe blow jobs,” I muttered, before turning over onto my side.

I woke up an indeterminate amount of time later. I really had been wiped out. I hadn’t felt him clean me up, put my shorts back on, and somehow replace the coverlet with the not spooged upon one we were both now under.

I blinked, wincing at the twinge in my ass and the deep ache I felt in my guts from the battering ram I’d thoroughly enjoyed. I also really, really needed to pee, so I slid out from under his arm. He sat bolt upright.

“What?” he asked groggily.

“Shh, I’m just going for a pee.”

I grimaced as my foot hit the floor. Yeah, it had been far too long since I’d had sex or played with my toys before this, alright.

“Are you okay? I didn’t see any blood or anything,” he said. “Just really red and puffy.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine after some ibuprofen,” I reassured him.

“I can call down for some,” he offered.

I started to refuse but then reconsidered. Fuck it. I didn’t want to walk around the rest of the day in any more discomfort than I had to. They’d probably assumed one of us had a headache or something. “Yeah, go ahead, but on the way to breakfast, we need to stop so I can get some preparation H.”

“I don’t know what that is, but okay.”

“It’s to reduce swelling down there.” I didn’t elaborate on exactly what sort of swelling. It was enough that he knew it would help and was meant for that area.

“It’s not from the lotion, is it?”

I shook my head no. “But we can buy some lube while we’re at it.” I hobbled faster, really needing to go now. I reached the bathroom at last, thankful I’d made it without mishap. Thank heavens I only needed to do a number one, I told myself. I liked riding the edge of pleasure and pain while fucking, but that was it. Anything else that hurt? I was a complete whiner about, except in front of my kids and coworkers. Then I freaked out inside and babied myself ridiculously once home.

I limped back out.

“The all night pharmacy is not as close as the other stores we saw today, so the clerk said it would be half an hour,” Klora told me apologetically.

“I should make you kiss it better,” I pouted.

“Would that help?”

My traitorous cock twitched, trying to convince me that yes indeed, my asshole getting tongued would make my booboo very much better.

“Maybe?”

He grinned as I reached the side of the bed. He tugged down my shorts.

“Lay face down. You’ve got until we hear a knock on the door.”