Page 39 of Needed in the Night (The Fortusian Mates, #2)

MIKAS

When my mate came on her own fingers, her head thrown back and mouth open in a desperate scream, my beastly hearts roared, demanding to be freed to feast—to mate not just in the human way but in the way of the bosor, the predator.

I am not afraid of you , Isla had said, and demanded I show her all of myself. My mate would not lie to me, and her scent confirmed she did not fear me. I was her safe place .

With wild abandon, I threw open the door of the cage that had kept my beastly self contained since I had left the battlefield behind and let all the darkness and hunger rise. The joy of freedom, of trust and being trusted, coursed through my body and ignited every cell.

Lost in a haze of need and pleasure, my face buried between her thighs, I feasted on the taste and scent of her orgasm as I had never done before. I was hungry. Hungry for her . Hungry for her ecstasy. Hungry for our future, so long denied.

I licked Isla’s sweet flower, my tongue seeking every drop of her release. She gripped my hair and pulled, the pain delicious and demanding. I could never get enough of being needed by my mate.

A shiver ran through my body, bringing with it a wave of heat that tightened my balls and nearly made me come though my hands were on Isla and no longer on my cocks.

A sweet liquid dripped from my fangs and landed on my tongue.

The taste was like nothing I had ever experienced.

It set my soul alight and sparked a new kind of need.

Mate , my beastly hearts roared.

I tightened my embrace of her hips and sank my fangs into her inner thigh. Her flinch was brief, and then she moaned.

The sweet liquid pumped through my fangs into her flesh. I tasted a hint of blood, but she did not bleed from the wounds.

Instead, she came.

My Isla screamed and screamed, her heels pushing against my shoulders and body thrashing in my arms. Her sweet juices splattered my face and the scent of her release filled the air, tinged with notes of the liquid from my fangs.

As she wailed, gasping and glistening with sweat, I caught fragments of my name in the midst of her cries. I withdrew my fangs and licked the tiny punctures, which leaked droplets of that sweet liquid I had made for my mate. Isla trembled and moaned every time my tongue rasped against her skin.

Her chest heaving, she reached for me. I crawled up her body and gently thrust my upper cock into her sweet pussy as it fluttered and clenched around me. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me closer in an unspoken demand.

“Isla,” I rasped, and buried my upper cock to the hilt in her tight, slick heat.

Somehow all the sensations of making love to my mate were more vivid now—more visceral, more electric, impossibly more satisfying. The sounds I made with each thrust were far from human. And Isla responded in kind, crying out each time the nubs and ridges on my cock entered her .

“Use both,” she demanded, her eyes wild with need. “I want to feel them both.”

I withdrew completely from her and plunged my lower cock in. My slick upper cock rubbed over her clit, again and again, and she came with a cry, tightening and fluttering around me so powerfully that I had to slow my movements to hold back my own orgasm.

When her screams quieted, I gathered her in my arms, moved to the side of the lounge, and turned her to face the window. “Bend over,” I rasped. “Spread your legs and put your hands on the glass.”

With a whimper, she obeyed.

With beautiful Fortusia before us, I spread her ass with my hands and speared her with my tongue. She cried out and nearly fell, but steadied herself against the window.

Slowly I stretched her open, first with my tongue and then with my fingers, until she was sobbing and pleading, her fingers scrabbling on the glass.

When I drew her to me with my hands on her hips, she backed up, eager and ready to take me. I held my upper cock steady for her. “Slowly,” I said.

Without hesitation, her fingernails digging into my thighs, she took my cock head into her lovely ass, pushing it in a little farther each time, moaning and shaking.

My precum splattered her ass and lower back.

A beautiful sight, but not half as beautiful as the sight of my cock disappearing into her.

An inch at a time, she took me, and despite my roaring desire I held still and let her set the pace. I would not hurt my mate—not for anything.

Once she nearly reached the base of my upper cock, she withdrew almost to the point of freeing herself, reached for my lower cock, and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy.

The moment she slid it inside her slick heat, I nearly roared.

“Yes,” she said, arching her back. “My beautiful beast. ”

I wrapped my arms around her, picked her up, and pulled her to me, burying my cocks into her past the halfway point. She screamed and screamed, her sounds pure pleasure and delight.

She rode me like that, bouncing on my cocks slowly at first and then faster, her cries rising in volume as she took more and more. I guided her with my hands on her hips, watching and feeling her stretch to take my slick cocks.

I had wanted so much to make love to my mate as Fortusia turned outside the window, but I found myself unable to see or care about anything but Isla: the way the dim light shimmered on her sweat, her reflection in the glass, her breasts bouncing as she rode me, the way she called my name.

My orgasm built to a nearly frightening crescendo. But I would not come until my knot locked us together, and I did not want to knot until my mate clenched around my cocks one last time.

I reached around and circled her swollen clit. Her gasps rose in pitch in a way I had come to know so well already. And moments later my mate’s head fell back as she wailed, tightening around both of my cocks in a way I should be so lucky to feel in my dreams.

My knot swelled inside my mate as if my body had learned it must wait until she came to lock us together. Isla cried out and her hands tightened on my thighs.

“Fill me,” she begged, turning to look into my eyes. “Please. I want to feel you fill me.”

With growls and rumbles, with arms around my mate and claws extended, with full hearts and wild soul, I came in great spurts that wracked my body and hers. My beautiful mate took all I had to give.

When I laid us down on our sides on the lounge, still locked together by my knot, she trembled violently.

I held her tightly in my arms and licked the perspiration on the back of her neck, so sweet and salty and tasting of me, of us .

I had never done so before—never felt a desire to until now.

My beastly needs were basic. I wanted to devour all of her. Everything about her sustained me.

“M-Mikas,” she said, her arms wrapped around mine as if she was holding on for dear life. “I’ve never c-come so hard in my life.”

“Neither have I.” My voice was gravelly. “I have never let myself be so free. You asked me to give you all of myself, and that is what I did.”

“You bit me.” She ran her trembling hands over my forearms. “I loved it. I loved it . It felt so good.”

Her scent and reaction had already told me so, but I was glad to hear confirmation that she had enjoyed that moment as much as I. To savor the memory, I licked my fangs to catch any remaining traces of that sweet liquid.

“My fangs produced something new just now,” I said, my lips against her hair. “I was drawn to bite you and share it.”

“I felt it,” she said, to my surprise. “It was so warm and loving. Pure comfort. And it made me come from everywhere, like my entire body had an orgasm. Did you know you could do that to me?”

“No, I did not.” I pressed a kiss into her hair. “Sometimes genetic engineering leads to unexpected abilities. The substance and orgasmic bite must be something I can do only for my mate, like my coo.”

“You didn’t need to coo for me this time.” She wiggled against me and I quaked at the sensation of my cocks moving inside her. “But I miss it, so please coo for me now.”

Happily, I cooed. She seemed to melt in my arms, her scent so thoroughly contented that my racing hearts slowed simply from smelling her tranquility.

“Did making love to me with the planet outside the window live up to expectations?” she asked .

Careful not to break her skin, I trailed the edge of one of my fangs very lightly along the nape of her neck and enjoyed her shiver. “Is there a planet outside?” I asked.

She laughed softly. “Yeah, I didn’t notice it either.” Her hand found mine and squeezed. “I see it now, though. It’s beautiful.”

We lay like that for a long time, savoring the sensations of our joined bodies and watching Fortusia turn.

Finally, I raised myself up onto my elbow and pressed my lips to her ear. “Show me my bite,” I said.

She moved her leg and revealed two pink, almost invisible puncture marks on her luscious inner thigh.

The sight of the marks next to where my cock was still buried inside her, held there by my knot, made my balls tighten.

I stroked her clit gently with my fingertips. She moaned. “Mikas…”

“If you want me to stop, you can say the word,” I said, my mouth still on her ear, as I circled her swollen bud. “In all things, I obey my mate without question.”

She whimpered. “I don’t think I could come again.”

“Oh, I think you can .” I closed my teeth gently on her earlobe. “Would you like to place a wager?”

“No.” It came out breathless. “No, I know better than to underestimate you.”

I moved my slick fingers to the little bite and caressed her delicate skin. She shivered hard. “Oh, that spot is so sensitive now,” she gasped.

I stilled immediately. “Pain?”

“No.” She took my hand and guided it back to her clit. “But this is where I want you to touch me. I want to watch us in the glass while you make me come one more time.”

As did I. “Computer,” I called. “Lights off.”