Page 28 of Needed in the Night (The Fortusian Mates, #2)

ISLA

I had no time to react to Mikas’s words, growl, or sudden movement before he sliced through the water’s surface in a perfect dive and disappeared into the pool’s depths.

This was only the second time I’d seen him move faster than was humanly possible. But unlike how quickly he’d reacted to defend us in Ycari’s back room when the warning light flashed, this time he was reacting to me, and it sent a rush of need straight to my core.

As I turned to put my back to the basking stones, he surfaced as quickly as he’d vanished, his hot body sliding up mine until his head and shoulders emerged. He was grinning, his sharp teeth and fangs on full display. I shivered with desire.

Each of his cocks was lovely and thick, with the same iridescent scale pattern that covered him.

But unlike the rest of his body, the flesh of his cocks and balls appeared smooth, other than the many textured nubs and bumps along the length of each cock.

In particular, imagining how the bumps just behind his cock heads would feel inside me made me squeeze my thighs together.

Gods above, I wanted him. My pussy clenched and gushed at the thought of him taking me with those beautiful, thick cocks.

He nudged me until my back pressed against the smooth stones that formed the side of the pool, and then with his hands on my waist he guided me closer to the waterfall until my ass rested on a little outcropping of rock. It wasn’t very big, but it would support me so I didn’t have to tread water.

With one hand on a basking stone above us, Mikas cupped the back of my head and kissed me again before trailing his hot lips along my jaw and down the side of my neck. And though his body brushed mine, he seemed to be holding back.

“My Isla,” he murmured, his gaze locked on mine. “Do you want my touches?”

Couldn’t he tell how much I desired him? I trembled at every movement of his hands and mouth, and doubly so at the sensation of his bare hip against my leg. My scent had to make my level of arousal as clear as this water.

Maybe he wanted to hear me say it, not just because he valued my choices as much as I did, but because he’d waited for so long to hear the words. And I found I wanted to say them too.

I cupped his face in my hands and ran the pad of my thumb over his lower lip. “Yes, I want your touches,” I said. “I want your mouth, your hands, your arms and legs, your chest, your cocks, and your incredibly breathtaking ass. I want all of you, just as you are.”

Mikas smiled, this time with sweet affection rather than his much more carnal grin. “You think my ass is breathtaking?”

I sighed in mock exasperation. “That’s what you heard out of what I said?”

His smile became a look so tender that my heart fluttered. “I heard you say you wanted all of me, just as I am. And that is how you will have me.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Eyes on me, Isla. Open your legs.”

I obeyed.

His hand traveled languidly from my knee along my inner thigh, brushing my skin lightly to make me quiver and let out little sounds. And he never looked away, as if he wanted to watch every tiny reaction.

His fingertip ghosted along my slit, stroking gently without penetrating. I moaned. “Mikas…”

“Already you whisper my name,” he said, his lips brushing my ear. “I dreamed of this last night, hearing you call for me.”

His finger slipped between my folds, stroking and exploring as I trembled. “You are very slick,” he murmured. “I like this silky liquid you make for me. It is your own perfect perfume. To me, you need no other.”

I thought of my treasured bespoke Engareni perfume, still nestled safely in my bag and all but forgotten. Something told me he’d love it if I did, no matter what he thought of my own natural scents?—

—But then his thick fingertip slipped inside me, and all other thoughts evaporated.

Gentle and purposeful, he dipped his finger deeper with each little pump. I whimpered for more, so he added a second finger, stretching me and stroking faster.

When I gasped and shuddered, he made a sound low in his throat and focused his attention on that spot, his fingertips curled inside me. My hips moved and my head fell back.

“Eyes open,” he reminded me, his mouth against my ear. “Look at me, Isla. I want you to see me when you come.”

Gasping and whimpering, I stared into his dark eyes and rode his fingers, grinding against them and crying out, the pitch of my voice rising as my orgasm built. Oh, gods. Oh gods oh gods …

“Squeeze my fingers,” Mikas rumbled, cupping my chin with his free hand so I couldn’t look away. “Sing for me, my beautiful mate.”

I came hard with guttural wails, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as all my muscles clenched.

“Yes,” he growled. “Drench me with your sweet nectar, Isla. Give it all to your mate.”

I fell against his chest, panting and shaking. He held me close, his lips on my hair, and murmured my name over and over like a song.

“My Isla,” he said, stroking my back as I trembled. “You were perfect. So beautiful.”

Once I’d caught my breath, he let go of the wall, held me close with one arm, and swam toward the other side of the pool with the other arm and his legs, making sure my head stayed out of the water. The sensation of water streaming over my sensitive, tingling skin was exquisite.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Taking you to the bed,” he said, his voice rough and chest rumbling.

“You promised to make me come in the pool and on the basking stone,” I protested weakly.

“And I will.” He reached the steps that led out of the water and swung me up in his arms to carry me. “Once I figure out a way to make sure you are comfortable while I do so.”

I thought about the problem. “A pillow for my knees would work nicely…and then we can figure it out from there.”

He paused, the corners of his lips turning up. “I suppose it would not inconvenience our hosts too much if we relocated some of the bedding.”

He carried me up the steps, leaving a trail of wet footprints and dripping water from the stairs to the bed.

When he set me on my feet, though, our height difference made me reconsider my comment about that pillow for my knees. He was too tall for me to kneel in front of him and reach his cocks with my mouth. Hmm.

I recalled from last night how temptingly well-positioned I had been sitting on the edge of the bed. And his sleep pants were not going to interfere this time.

“Isla?” Mikas asked, his head tilted. “What are you thinking about?”

“You.” I sat on the side of the bed and beckoned. “Come here.”

He obeyed without question.

His body was indeed a masterpiece, from his thick, dark hair to his feet. And wet from the pool, he was even more magnificent.

As often seemed to be the case, the genetic engineers who’d created him had apparently taken all the best and most beautiful—and tantalizing—aspects of various species to forge a man who could have stood on a pedestal in the center of an art gallery and been every bit as much a work of art as the rest of the collection.

But beyond that, he was wonderfully Mikas , and nothing of who he was could be credited to any genetic engineers. His kindness and care and everything else I adored about him were his own.

He stood directly in front of me, his dark eyes looking down as I gazed up at him. “Isla,” he said, his hand caressing my cheek. The way he said my name was different from anyone who’d ever spoken those two syllables, as if for him the word was both a name and a kind of prayer.

“Do you want my touches?” I asked, my voice shaky with how much I wanted him.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Forever, if I may have them.”

His beautiful cocks had been erect and dripping for me from the moment I’d surfaced next to his basking stone. They’d also beaded with shimmery liquid .

Near the base of his lower cock, a telltale swelling began under my gaze.

And though I’d never encountered one socially before, I recognized it as a knot.

My pussy gushed at the sight, and again at the realization that for it to lock inside me for its intended purpose, he would likely be behind me as I bent over for him…

and his upper cock would be either stroking along my ass or buried inside it.

Maybe Mikas was imagining the same scene. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands shaking. “Gods, Isla.”

I took his beautiful cocks in my hands. The shimmery liquid proved to be natural lubricant, and its scent and the sensation of my fingers and palms gliding through it made my pussy and ass clench and ache to be filled.

As gently as I touched him, Mikas’s entire body quaked, and his hips moved so his cocks slid in my grip. He made a sound so guttural, so primal, that I moaned.

I stroked him with both hands, exploring the universe of textures, bumps, and slickness, from dripping tips to burgeoning knot and his firm, globe-like balls.

And when I trailed one fingertip over the delicate, sensitive skin below his balls, twin releases of precum splattered my arms and face. He groaned and braced himself.

Stroking both cocks evenly and deliberately, I took the head of his upper cock into my mouth.

He nearly roared, his hips jerking as he fought to control his thrusts.

Oh, gods. I almost came myself from the heat and taste of him and the sounds he made for me.

His lubrication was mild and sweet, and his precum’s saltiness matched it perfectly.

“Isla,” he ground out, his hand resting gently on my head even now and fingers in my hair. “Isla, yes. Gods, yes.”

Even with my jaw open wide, I couldn’t take more than a fraction of his enormous cock into my mouth, and the prospect of taking its whole girth and length anywhere else made me squirm with arousal. And both…oh, gods above and below .

I released his upper cock from my mouth and gave it a few long licks to make him groan before sliding my lips over the tip of his lower cock. The more I sucked on him, the sweeter he tasted, and the more I wished I had a hand free to rub my clit.

His knot proved to be extra sensitive, so I stroked it very gently. And when I put my mouth on it and sucked, Mikas nearly stumbled.

He drew away, his chest heaving and gaze heavy-lidded. “My mate…”

I reached for him and he came to me, scooping me up with one arm to move me onto the bed so he could cover my body with his. Finally .

I gripped his hair tightly, hooked my leg over his hip to pull him to me, and kissed him. “Mikas,” I murmured against his lips, “don’t make me wait anymore.”

“I do not want to wait either.” He cupped my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb. “But I worry about hurting you.”

“I don’t mind a little pain.” I leaned against the warmth of his hand and those talented fingers that had wrung so much pleasure out of me in the pool. “I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel good, I promise. We can take it slow.”

“As difficult as that will be, we will have to.” He trailed kisses down my face and neck.

He flicked my right nipple then laved it with his tongue, making me whimper. He returned his mouth to mine to kiss me again and look into my eyes. “If I ever hurt you, even without meaning to, it would break my hearts. I would never forgive myself.”

These weren’t empty sentiments; the depth of emotion in his gaze and the tension in his body made it clear he meant every word.

After my mother died, other than with Brae, I’d had very little experience with this kind of love—the kind of love that meant my happiness and well-being were essential for someone else’s. I was treasured. What a revelation that feeling was.

I cupped his face. He kissed my palm. “Then let me be on top,” I said. “I will be careful.”

“I will happily let you be on top.” He moved down my body again and knelt between my knees, his hands on my thighs. “After you come for me again, that is—this time, on my tongue.”

“But…” I took a shaky breath. “I don’t think I can, not so soon.”

“Oh, I think you will .” He settled in on his stomach and kissed my inner thighs. “Spread your legs, Isla. Show me how wet you are for me.”

My cheeks burning, I did as he asked. He cradled my legs in his arms and pulled me closer to his mouth. I gripped the bedding in my fists.

Carefully, he slipped two fingers along my lips and spread me open. I trembled in anticipation.

“So perfect,” he murmured, his tongue delving and sliding along my dripping slit. “My Isla’s flower has such sweet, slick petals. And this…little…bud…”

His mouth closed on my clit. I cried out, my hips rising so I could move against his face. He rumbled in appreciation, and that vibration made me shiver.

His fingers slid lower. They pumped into me gently and then not so gently, and I felt him spread them, stretching me a little at a time. Stretching me so I could take his cock. His cocks . I quivered, and my pussy and ass clenched.

“I see how much you need me,” he said, licking me from my asshole all the way up to my clit to make me wail. “You need me to fill you, my mate. You need my cock in your sweet pussy and my second cock in your ass.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “That’s what I need. I need you to fill me up.”

He rewarded me by pumping his fingers faster and returning his lips to my clit. A delicious coil of heat rose. I moaned and pulled at the bedding.

He didn’t stop until I came on his face, and then as I wailed and pulled his hair he lapped at my pussy to drink every drop of my release.

I’d known desire and pleasure before, but I’d never felt this thoroughly wanted and desired and needed . And I wanted and needed him too.