Page 95 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

I feel the twitch and stir of his cock against my leg and my body writhes, no longer entirely in my control, desperate to feel him between my thighs.

But Vantos barely shifts, instead pressing his lips to my neck, kissing down to my collarbone.

It’s delicious and teasing and really not what I need him to be doing right now.

But he’s not pressed so tight against me, which gives me a chance to peel off the top I’m wearing.

When Vantos notices what I’m doing, he moves back, his eyes widening as he stares down at me.

And I know, I know, he’s not seen any woman for years, and he’s never seen a human woman, but the wide-eyed wonder he gazes at me with is intoxicating.

He looks at me like he’s never seen anything quite so beautiful, brushing his fingers over my exposed skin, following the trail of his gaze with his hands.

His fingers brush the edge of my panties. He looks to me as he hooks his fingers beneath them, slowly sliding my panties down. The burning heat in his gaze has me panting before he even slips my panties over my feet, tossing them aside.

I’m ready for him to settle his big body over me and fuck me senseless.

I know he’ll start off slow and deliberate, and imagining him gradually losing his cool until he’s pounding into me has my pussy clenching tight around nothing, aching to be filled.

But he sits back as he puts his hands to the insides of my knees, spreading my legs wide open, then lowers himself down so his shoulders are between my thighs, his face right in front of my sex.

I figure it makes sense that he wants to get a good look at me, that he needs to know what he’s working with, but I’m still a little uncomfortable, heat creeping into my cheeks as I try not to squirm in embarrassment.

Then Vantos’ fingers grip my hips and he surges forwards, licking me from core to clit.

I squeak in surprise, then quickly start to moan at the exquisite pleasure of his tongue laving me.

No one has ever done this to me before. I wouldn’t have ever thought anyone would even want to, but Vantos tastes me like he’s starving and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

I dig my fingers into his hair, my back arching off the furs as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.

“Oh god,” I moan. “Don’t stop. I’m so close. Feels so good. So good. So aanesh .”

I’ve never been chatty in bed before, but the words just bubble out of me, spilling from my lips as my core starts to convulse, so close to the edge of release I feel like one more lick could tip me over.

“Please,” I say, the word coming out on a panting breath. “Please.”

A pressure at my entrance, then Vantos slides a finger inside me, pumping into my pussy with it. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, my whole body shaking with the force of it. And Vantos keeps working me with his tongue and his finger, drawing my climax out until I’m spent, exhausted.

And more satisfied than I’ve ever been in my life.

Vantos moves so he’s lying beside me, drawing me into his arms, cradling me as aftershocks work through my body.

He nuzzles my neck, rolling me onto my side so he can spoon his big body around mine.

Then he draws up the furs, wrapping us together so we’re warm and cozy.

His tail wraps around my calf and it should feel weird, but it doesn’t.

It just feels right. I feel so safe like this, like nothing could possibly go wrong for me when I have Vantos.

And when the nasty little voice tries to remind me that he’s not mine, not really, I just smile and tell it to shut the hell up. I’ll deal with that reality in the morning. Right now, I’m going to let the fantasy cocoon me like Vantos’ arms. Enjoy it for a little while.

Of course, there’s no return to reality in the morning.

Not when I wake up to a building pressure in my belly, Vantos’ finger already buried deep inside me, my body making slick, wet sounds as he pumps it in and out.

His arm pins me tight against his chest, leaving me no room to squirm or writhe.

I just have to lie there and take what he’s giving me and it’s glorious.

His big body surrounding mine, me totally at his mercy.

With anyone else, it might have been frightening, but I know Vantos would be horrified to know he’d frightened me, worse if he’d hurt me.

Despite our difference in species, our inability to communicate beyond a few words, I trust him utterly.

So I surrender myself to the sensations he’s giving me, and when he presses a second finger inside me, stretching me, I come so hard I’m not sure I’ll have the strength left to walk.

There’s a smug look on Vantos’ face when I roll over to face him.

He’s so adorable, looking all pleased with himself.

It makes me want to knock him off kilter, to see him gasping and vulnerable as he reaches his own climax.

I have a few ideas, but before I can start working on any of them, he gives me a brief, searing kiss, then abruptly stands up and starts to get dressed.

Right. Because we can’t just stay in this cave forever, fucking each other’s brains out. We do have a job to do.

So I collect up my clothes from the drying rack, folding the spares back into my bag once I’m dressed.

Vantos serves us a ration bar for breakfast, then starts us on our way.

As we step out of the cave, I realise the sun hasn’t even fully risen yet.

Obviously he wants to make up for the time we lost to the storm yesterday, and he sets off at a brisk pace.

My legs do feel like wet spaghetti to start with, but as my blood starts pumping, I begin to feel almost strong.

The air is cooler than normal, the forest smells of fresh rainfall, and everything looks beautiful as the rising sunlight starts filtering through the leaves.

I watch Vantos’ strong profile as he walks, doing my best to keep up with him without needing his help.

When we stop for lunch, I find my jaw is aching almost as much as my feet. I realise I’ve been smiling, grinning like a fool all morning. And when Vantos hands me another meal bar, his usual solemn, serious self, I can’t help smiling all over again.