Page 29 of Needed in the Night (The Fortusian Mates, #2)

ISLA

When I raised my head, he was on his knees, his eyes smoldering and his cocks dripping in earnest. I licked my lips.

“On your hands and knees, please, Isla,” he said. “Before you get on top of me, you will need more preparation.”

He helped me move because my legs were shaking so badly. And when I was on my hands and knees in front of him, he groaned and gripped my hips. “Isla…”

He buried his face in my pussy, his tongue delving and sliding sinuously along my dripping slit. I slumped forward onto my elbows, changing my angle, and he rumbled his approval.

He licked me all the way up to my asshole before flicking it with his tongue and then slipping its rough tip into the tiny opening. I wailed and gripped the bedding, hanging on for dear life as pleasure coursed through me.

I heard the sound of him stroking himself, and then a slick fingertip pressed against my ass. When it slid inside, I cried out, my hips moving instinctively to take more of that finger .

Gods, I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I wanted to feel his cocks inside me and have orgasms as he growled into my ear. And I wanted it now .

He tongued my asshole as he gathered more lubrication from his cocks and then added a second finger into my ass.

“Yes, take my fingers,” he murmured as I moved against his hand, whimpering and shaking with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving me as he gently stretched me. “You are so beautiful and perfect, my Isla. So beautiful and perfect.”

With his other hand, he circled my clit to make me shake and cry out. And once he found the right rhythm, he didn’t stop. My cries rose in pitch, and my body shook.

Oh, gods, he was going to make me come again like this, on my hands and knees right in front of his face, so he could see every detail of how I came from a different angle.

Just as I thought that, he speared my ass with his rough tongue as he plunged his fingers in and out of my pussy.

I screamed and came, yanking on the bedding as if I were trying to claw my way through it or away from him.

He held me in place, growling, his tongue thrusting into me until I careened back over the edge in a softer orgasm that made me quake and let out a sound almost like a sob.

In an inhumanly fast movement, he rolled to his back, taking me with him to settle me in place with his hands on my hips and my trembling thighs astride his hard abdomen.

“My Isla,” he said, and he licked his lips as if he wanted another taste of me. “Show me how well you can take me, but go slowly. We will stop if you feel pain.”

I rose to a crouch and stroked his upper cock, which dripped with both natural lubricant and slick, sweet precum. He groaned and raised his hips to thrust into my hand, then stilled himself as I guided his cock to my pussy. Gods, it was so thick, and so beautiful, with so many textures .

Very carefully, I lowered myself onto the tip. A burst of precum splashed my inner thighs.

Mikas’s chest was heaving. He’d fisted his hands in the bedding much like I’d done, but his claws had come out and he’d sliced the fabric.

He was fighting to hold back, to keep from thrusting into me because he might hurt me, despite every instinct that demanded he take his mate in the way he’d yearned to do for so long.

The head of his cock was wide but tapered just enough that I was able to slip it inside me. It was so hot and slick.

My cry blended with his groan and he pulled at the covers. Rrrrrrrip . The bedding would be in tatters soon and maybe the bed too. This man wanted me so badly he was destroying the bed we lay on.

My gaze on his, I worked my way down one roll of my hips at a time. He snarled and growled and groaned with every movement I made, and I found myself making almost the same guttural sounds as the nubs and textures of his cock rubbed inside me in ways I had never felt before.

The pleasure and pain was so good that my every breath was a gasp.

“Gods, seeing your pussy stretch to take me…” Mikas groaned. “I cannot look away.”

I was shaking now and sweating, fighting to take him deeper when I already felt full to bursting.

As if those sensations weren’t already overwhelming, his lower cock rubbed against my ass too as I moved, dripping lubricant and precum that made me shiver with anticipation. My asshole clenched, desperate to be filled even as I fought to take one cock.

Mikas sheathed his claws, piled some pillows behind his back so he could raise his torso, and reached for me. “Come here.”

My pussy fluttering around him, I lay on his chest, nearly sobbing with overwhelming emotion and the intense feeling of him inside me. He wrapped me in his arms and buried his face in my hair.

“You can take it,” he murmured in my ear. He moved his hips just enough to slip his cock in a little more. I groaned. “Your beautiful pussy can take every inch.” Another small thrust. I whimpered. “Take me, my mate.”

Another thrust, and then he stopped to let me rest. I panted into his chest. He smelled so good, like warm stones and something else I couldn’t quite describe, but that was purely him. Purely Mikas .

He caressed my back, soothing me with the heat and tenderness of his touch. I closed my eyes and breathed. He held me gently but firmly, thrust once more, and I finally took all of him.

Hot liquid splashed onto my lower back: a burst of precum from his lower cock. I loved how it felt running down my skin, as if he’d marked me as his own. I was so, so full, and it felt so good. Better than anything I’d ever felt in my life. I would have told him so if I could have said anything.

He cradled my head to his chest and ran his fingers through my hair, his own body shaking as much as mine. “You take me perfectly. I knew you would.” His chest rumbled as if he was purring again. “My sweet Isla. You are not in pain?”

“No pain.” My voice was ragged. “But it’s too much. Gods, Mikas. Sex with you might kill me.”

“It will not kill you, I promise.” He took my hands in each of his and urged me to sit up. “Show me how you look filled with my cock.”

Without him helping, I wasn’t sure if I could have moved. The sensations of his cock inside me made my eyes roll back in my head. My vision went a little blurry around the edges.

When I was upright, he let go of my hands to grip my hips as his dark eyes devoured the sight of me.

“Look at your sweet pussy squeeze my cock.” With his thumb, he stroked my clit. I mewled and shuddered hard. “You could come right now, couldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “If I move at all, I’m going to come.”

“Good.” He laced our fingers together and held his arms out straight so I could brace myself. “Come on my cock, then, my beautiful mate. I want to fill you.”

I’d intended to take both his cocks so he could fill me fully. But now, having struggled to take just one despite how well-lubricated he was, I knew I’d need more time and prep to handle both. He must have realized that too.

His lower cock would slide along the cleft of my ass as I moved, but I wanted to give him more than that. I withdrew one of my hands from his grip, reached behind me, and found his slick and dripping second cock.

The moment my fingers wrapped around it, Mikas bucked his hips and roared. That sound—and the intense sensation of his cock moving inside me—nearly sent me careening over the edge.

He had enough control not to thrust hard and come, or hurt me with his claws. His free hand grabbed a fistful of bedding immediately and shredded it. We were going to owe Atlath a new bed.

“Isla,” Mikas growled, his fangs bared. “Ride me, my mate.”

The sensation of him inside me was already overwhelming. I might not die, but fucking Mikas like this was going to be a level of pleasure that actually frightened me.

I braced myself on Mikas’s hand, locked my gaze on his, and rolled my hips. His cock rubbed inside me in a hundred ways I’d never felt before. “ Mikas ,” I wailed.

Ever so careful not to hurt me by moving too fast or roughly, he dug his heels into the bed and thrust up gently to meet me as I rode him.

I stroked his lower cock in time with our movements.

His hot precum splattered my back and dripped down my ass.

My whimpers became cries, and my cries turned into wails of bliss.

I came on him with screams that were nearly sobs mixed with sounds that were barely human.

Then he was snarling and thrusting harder into my pussy and my hand, bouncing me on his cocks, his head thrown back and hand gripping mine.

When Mikas came, it was glorious.

Roaring, growling, his body wracked with shudders and eyes aglow, he came first from his upper cock in a half-dozen or more massive spurts of beautiful pearlescent cum that filled me and then over-filled me to stream down my thighs and cover his lap.

His orgasm continued to build. With another bellow, he released from his lower cock. Using his grip for leverage, I half-turned and looked over my shoulder to watch. Gods, his cock was magnificent as it leapt and spurted in my grip to splash cum across my face and breast.

I aimed his cock at my open mouth and caught two delicious ropes of sweet cum on my tongue. Did he taste sweet to me because he was my true mate? Or was this his natural taste?

As his cocks released the last of his cum, he quaked and groaned my name. I slid my hand down his slick and dripping lower cock to cradle his tight balls. He roared once more, bucking up into me again and again, his heels braced into the soft bed, until he was spent.

I was full of Mikas’s cum, and covered in Mikas’s cum, and I loved it. He was mine .

Exhausted and content, I slumped against his chest with a sigh.

He wrapped his arms around me, his face buried in my hair. “My mate,” he whispered, still trembling. “Gods, you are perfect beyond my wildest dreams.”

“Did you dream of me?” I asked, breathless .

“I did.” Chest heaving, he held me tightly. “Every day, every night.” His voice was rough with exertion and emotion.

How had I never suspected? All those nights talking over brandy and berries, and I’d never had a clue. It was little solace to know our lives had depended on him hiding how he felt.

Maybe I’d been afraid to see it. Maybe I’d let my fears blind me.

“It is embarrassing to admit,” he added, “but I fantasized about you as well.”

Grumpy, silent Mikas had fantasized about me? I moved my head so I could see his face. His eyes twinkled.

“Oh?” I found a streak of cum on my cheek, wiped it up with my finger, and licked it off. Yum. His chest rumbled. “What kind of fantasies?” I asked, my tone playful.

“Moments like this.” He scooped up another stray streak of cum from my chin. I licked his fingertips and bit them lightly. “Gods, Isla,” he breathed.

“What did you do when you fantasized about us?” I rested my head back on his chest.

“I did what I could to ease my need.” He kissed my hair. “It was all I could do, and it was a very poor substitute for the real wonder and pleasure of you.”

Imagining Mikas in his apartment fantasizing about me and pleasuring himself was so intensely arousing that I quivered. Maybe I could persuade him to recreate that scene for me later.

I kissed his hot chest. “We’ve made a mess of this bed.”

“ I have made a mess of this bed.” He chuckled. “And of you, though it seems you do not mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.” I glanced at the terrarium. “But I also wouldn’t mind a shower or a swim and some rest on the basking stones, if you’d be interested.”

“Would I be interested in basking with my mate after the best orgasm of my life?” Mikas tipped my chin up with his fingertips and ran his thumb over my lower lip. “For a brilliant woman, you ask silly questions.”

“I don’t think I can walk there myself, though,” I warned. “You’ll have to carry me.”

“Oh, no,” he said in mock horror. “What a terrible ordeal for me.”

I laughed.

He caught my hand in his and drew it to his lips to kiss my palm. “My Isla, to hear you laugh…it is good for my soul.”

There was so much about Mikas—the real Mikas—that I liked and loved, but this tenderness was the best thing of all. And it was mine too now, along with his beautiful chest, yellow eyes, sexy spines, breathtaking ass, and absolutely exquisite cocks.