Page 21 of Redondo (Mates of the Mylos #7)

CHAPTER 21

REDONDO

“Okay, I don’t know where you learned that, but that’s not a sexy word for this. Dick, or cock, or even penis is better at times like now. Wiener, or peter, or trouser snake are for more, ah, casual talk. Trouser snake for lewd casual talk. Wiener and peter are more, um, child friendly. Now, to answer your question, yes, it does.”

I nodded, mentally filing away a note to myself of a question I wished to ask later. There was a male named Peter in my weapons training class, and I wished to discover if more male names were such expressions of virility. I found it interesting that humans named their young after genitalia.

That question could wait however, as my mate was definitely not shy about exploring my body. He had my cock cradled in his hand as he examined it, taking note of our anatomical differences. I did not mind. My cock was one of the physical attributes I possessed that was worthy of admiration.

He lifted his gaze to meet mine. “You make your own lube,” he said, astonished.

I held up my hands to wiggle my fingers, in order to remind him of thor clawed tips. “We cannot finger our mates loose, so Dragonii secrete a mild local relaxant that also lubricates the way.”

He gave a small nod of understanding, closing his hand as he did so. He proceeded to stroke my cock, causing it to jerk and increase the lubricant output. Soon, his fingers and palm were coated with it. That appeared to have been his aim all along, to collect it in order to taunt me, as he moved further up the bed, placing his feet wide apart in order to bare his hole to my gaze.I could do nothing but watch hungrily as he smeared my fluids around his dusky pucker, then slid one digit inside and began to pump.

“Like what you see?”

I nodded.

He slipped in a second finger.

“Well, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to stand there and watch me or are you going to come give me that big Dragonii cock and make me scream your name?”

I shuffled forward, pulling his hand out of the way so I could rub my length up and down over his hole and scrotum. He let out a breathy moan and his cock, already plump once more, jerked in response as the perfume of his desire filled my nose. He definitely wanted this, with me. I notched my head against his quivering rosebud and asked, “Will you let me claim you? Once I begin, I do not think I will be able to stop until you are completely mine.”

He wound his legs around my waist. “Make me yours, hot stuff.” He punctuated his reply by using his heels to dig into my buttocks, urging me to surge forward. I needed no further invitation, I thrust forward until my cockhead popped through his ring of muscle, then waited a breath as my fluids wet his insides.

“Oh, that kinda tingles. Why didn’t it tingle before?” he asked.

“You didn’t have enough inside,” I replied, “and it takes a moment.”

“It feels good,” he replied, his eyes at half mast. He grabbed his dick and began lazily pumping it. “Gimme more. I can take it.”

I began to move once more, pushing in slowly.Once my hip rested against his butt, I paused again, leaning over to gently rake the front of my fangs down his neck. He shivered.

“Fuck, that feels even better, but I need more,” he gasped. “Move!”

I gripped his hips, pulled back out almost all the way, then thrust back in. In, out, in, out. The sounds of our skin slapping and the obscenely wet sounds I was making as I moved within his body filled the room. His hand began to move faster, and I started a relentless pace. I had to have him, mark him deep within with my seed. I needed anyone near enough to smell him to know he was mine, thanks to the combined smell of us and our lovemaking.

His back bowed as he came with a shout, ropes of white cum arcing to splash his abs. The sight of him was beautifully erotic, it tumbled me over the edge. I threw my head back and roared my release before moving to strike at his neck. I bit down, and he screamed once more, the initial pain filled part of the cry morphing into a needy moan as my venom pumped itself into the wound. I carefully removed my teeth, licking the area clean of blood, and laid down, rolling him so he was cradled face first against my chest.

“”That…what’s happening down there now?” he asked, his words slurred from the after effects of my venom.

“My ridges have swollen and my cockhead has inflated. We’re locked together until it goes down,” I explained.

“A knot!” he grinned loopily up at me. “Wow, just like in a shifter book.”

I snorted in amusement. I did not have a knot, but the effect was the same - there was no moving us apart until the engorgement receded.

“You claimed me. Like, you went ‘Grrr!’” he said, curling the fingers of one hand in imitation of claws as he lifted it for me to see.

“I did. You told me to,” I reminded him.

“Hell yeah. You are all mine.”

I kissed the tip of his nose. “As you are mine.”

“Mmhmm.” His eyes closed then, then his mouth fell open a few breaths later, as he fell asleep, still impaled on my cock.

I mentally preened. I’d seen to his needs so well that he’d become so completely sated that he could do nothing else. I watched him sleep, admiring the puncture wound on his neck which my venom would ensure healed as a scar for all to see. I pondered the unexpected way my day had turned out, still in awe of how I had indeed found and been matched with such a perfect mate. I nuzzled his neck and hair, closing my eyes to breathe him in deep.