Page 33 of Needed in the Night (The Fortusian Mates, #2)

Gods above and below, this man might kill me with sex before we had a chance to escape the planet.

“Stand up,” he said, nudging me with his hips. “Stand on the sofa and put your feet on either side of me.”

Trembling and weak-kneed with desire, I rose and did as he’d asked, standing facing him with my feet astride his thighs. The robe was so oversized and so long that it reached the floor behind me.

Slowly, he untied the robe and opened it to bare me to his sight. “Beautiful beyond belief,” he said, and gripped my hips to steady me. “Take off the robe.”

I slid it off my shoulders, down my arms, and let it fall to the floor.

He drew me to him, slid a little lower on the sofa, and buried his face between my legs. I settled in with a whimper, my knees slightly bent and braced into the cushion.

“I smell my cum in you,” he murmured. “This is the smell of mating—of all my dreams come true.”

He slid two fingers into my pussy and pumped them slowly, licking his lips at the wet sound they made.

“Do you like being fingered by your mate, Isla?” he asked, looking up at me.

“Yes.” It came out as a gasp.

“Do you like sitting on your mate’s face?”

My chest heaved. I cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples. “Yes.”

He withdrew his fingers and licked them. “Do you like to watch your mate drink your sweet nectar?”

“Yes, I do.” I tapped his nose and pulled my hand away when he tried to bite my fingers. “I thought you were thirsty.”

With a chuckle, he returned to my pussy, lapping at my slit and teasing my clit. I cried out and rode his face, pinching my nipple with one hand and holding onto his head as he speared me with his tongue.

When he urged me to put one foot on the back of the sofa, I did so, and he rewarded me by turning his attention to my clit. I wailed and held on to him desperately as he took me to the edge of bliss.

I came with a cry, held tight against his mouth by his enormous strength so I couldn’t move away until he’d wrung every shudder from me.

When my legs gave out, he guided me down his body slowly, his mouth and tongue traveling over my abdomen to my breasts as my pussy and ass came to rest against his dripping cocks.

As he sucked on my nipples, I slipped the tips of his cocks inside me one at a time. Their heat and size felt so, so good, and I could take him more easily after my orgasm. Bursts of precum splattered my ass and thighs and he groaned.

“Isla,” he grated, his hips bucking as he pulled me against his chest. “You will drain me dry.”

“I hope so.” I stroked him slowly, deliberately, with both hands. “I intend to leave you with nothing left in those beautiful balls.”

His cocks leapt in my hands in eagerness. I kissed him deeply.

He held his upper cock steady as I braced myself on his shoulders and worked my way down until the bumps behind his cock head rubbed against my G-spot. I shuddered and whimpered.

“You see, I am made for you,” he said, holding me to his chest. “Can you make yourself come, my Isla?”

I could certainly try.

Crying out into his chest, I circled my hips and moved up and down until I found the precise rhythm and angle that sent me careening back toward release.

As the pitch of my cries rose, he gripped my hips and bounced me gently on his cock until I screamed and came, my back arching and head falling back.

“Gods above, Isla,” he ground out. He lifted me free of his cock and rose, positing me on my hands and knees on the sofa. Holding my hips so I didn’t fall over onto my side, he pressed the thick head of his lower cock against my pussy as his upper cock rested on my ass.

“My mate,” he rasped. “Spread your legs more for me.”

Gasping and whimpering, I did, bracing myself with both hands on the back of the sofa.

The head of his upper cock pushed inside me, enormous and hot. My cry blended with his groan.

As if he was savoring every moment or fighting to control himself, or both, he thrust, filling me a centimeter at a time. Every bump and nub made me cry out, even as slowly as he moved.

“Mikas,” I wailed. “Mikas, oh gods.”

He didn’t stop until he’d buried himself all the way to the hilt, including the partially swollen knot at the base of his cock. His upper cock slid over my ass, hot and wet and dripping precum.

“Isla.” He caressed my back. “You are so beautiful, and you take me so perfectly.”

Slowly, he withdrew from me, the bumps and nubs of his cock stroking me in places I had seldom felt friction. And when that bump just behind his cock head found my G-spot, I wailed again.

“Ah, there it is,” he murmured. “This is what you like.”

He pumped in and out of me less slowly, stroking that bump over my G-spot so I cried out and clenched around him.

He slipped his lower cock free and plunged his upper cock in. In this position, its distinct shape meant a symphony of new sensations and frictions. My cries turned desperate.

In the midst of that bliss, he slipped his slick fingers into my asshole. I came apart again, this time fluttering and clenching around his fingers and his cock.

“Yes, Isla,” he said, his hand on my hip holding me steady as his fingers stretched me gently. “Relax. You are almost ready for me.”

He stroked himself to gather more lubrication and added yet another finger for me to grind on. Gods, it felt so good.

His fingers slipped free, he drew back, and then his slick, hot upper cock pressed against my asshole—larger still than three of his fingers. Gods, yes. This was everything I wanted. I clutched the sofa until my knuckles turned white, ready for that delicious combination of pleasure and pain.

But as his hot slickness dripped onto and into me, I felt myself…relax. “Oh,” I breathed.

He slipped his upper cock into my ass, and I lost myself in a crashing wave of pleasure and warmth. Heat rolled through me. I sagged in his grip, only marginally aware of how I instinctively arched my back to take him fully.

Oh…gods. This was bliss. I was full—so full—fuller than I had ever been. And not only had there been no pain, the sheer pleasure of feeling his cocks inside me had left me in a haze.

“My mate,” Mikas said, his hand cupping my face as he bent over me, one knee on the sofa next to me. His eyes were all black, but his expression was loving and tender. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” My voice was a wisp. “This is what I want. This is what I need .”

Maybe his lubrication had this euphoric effect.

And maybe it had relaxed me so I could accommodate his enormous upper cock in my ass without pain or difficulty or fear.

Or maybe it had affected me like this because I was his true mate.

Those thoughts drifted through my mind, only to drift away just as quickly .

There’d be time to figure it all out later. Right now, I just wanted to be fucked by my beautiful beastly man.

As soon as he began thrusting both cocks slowly, the euphoria was replaced by a pleasure so intense that I couldn’t stop screaming and calling his name, sometimes just as single syllables and sometimes as the whole word.

He called for me too, every time he thrust, and whenever he paused to hold himself back.

And he growled and rumbled each time I tightened around him, my dripping pussy and ass fluttering.

I didn’t think I could come again, but when he wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me up on my knees on the edge of the sofa, the sensations were so different and the way his bumps rubbed inside me made me cry out.

And when his hand slipped down to circle my clit, I came undone one last time with a sob and a nearly voiceless wail that was some version of his name.

“Will you take my knot, my Isla?” he whispered in my ear, going still with his body hot against mine. “May I give it to you?”

“Give it to me.” My voice was hoarse from screaming. “Please.”

Gently, he lay us down on our sides and hooked my leg over his arm. “Then watch,” he murmured, his lips against my ear as he pumped both cocks into me. “Watch me give it to you.”

His cock thrust into me, glistening and slick with my arousal and his own. As his release neared, his knot had swollen almost completely, and even in my haze of pleasure I grew uneasy.

“I can’t take that,” I said, turning to look at him. “Mikas…”

“You can,” he said, very gently, and rested his head against mine. A strange, wonderful sound rose in his chest. And then he cooed. Oh …

Once again, my body relaxed, and my head fell back against his chest.

With my leg still raised on his arm, he kissed my neck, and slipped his knot inside me with the wonderful sensation of coming home. Of completion.

His knot swelled, locking us together, as his lower cock filled my ass to bursting. So perfect. I shivered hard with a soft orgasm.

And then he was coming with growls and groans and my name falling from his lips, his hips jerking as he emptied himself in what felt like a dozen spurts that filled my pussy—and over-filled my ass in hot pulses that streamed down my thigh.

When he finally curled around me, his cocks and knot still buried deep inside me, I let out a little sound that was part sob and part sigh.

Trembling, Mikas rested his head on mine. “Isla.”

Strange how my name sounded like a complete sentence when he said it. Isla, I love you. Isla, you are my world. Isla, let me share this bliss with you for all my days .

“Mikas,” I said, and that was a complete sentence too.