Page 18 of Rescuing Mara (Warriors of Arracate #2)

CHAPTER 18

O’Rec

S omething is nudging me back to awareness, instantly alerting all my senses. Is there danger? I keep my body still, quickly scanning my surroundings for threats. There is nothing to hear, and I can only smell the exotic scent of fresh flowers. Marra.

My cock hardens instantly when I register she is in my arms. My beautiful mate is in my arms, fast asleep, and she has plastered herself all over me. Her short yellow hair is loose and fanning out over my chest. She hugs my waist with one arm while completely glued to my side. Her knee dangerously close to my stiff cock as her feet rest between my legs. I shudder at her nearness, the bond is pulsating, pulling at something so close, yet out of reach.

I ball my fist, trying not to touch her inappropriately, but I lose my inner battle when she stirs and snuggles into me again. I pull her firmly into me, lightly caressing her upper arm and loosely wrapping my tail around her leg. I let out a deep sigh. This is the ultimate bliss.

She stirs some more, not quite fully awake yet, and that’s when I scent it. The faintest hint, but it is there: arousal. Hope blooms inside of me, the bond pulsing even more. I move my hand upward to stroke the back of her neck, and she moans. Grinding herself against my leg, an enormous grin splits my face. My sweet mate may be wary of me, but she definitely wants me when she is not bothered by all the worries in her mind.

If I were an honorable man, I would slip out from under her and make sure she is not embarrassed when she wakes up, which should be any second now. She makes the cutest little whimper causing my cock to leak a burst of precum. Cursing, I move my body a little bit to the side to try and give myself some relief, but it causes us to shift, and suddenly, her hand is touching my cock through my trousers. This should be my moment, but I am not the honorable man I thought I would be because I stay exactly where I am, grinding my teeth to keep myself from letting out a tortured groan.

I fail miserably, the sound reverberating in my entire body. Marra lets out another of those tiny sounds, her hand moving over my body. When she touches my cock again, she freezes, and I can feel her breath faltering.

“Marra?” I softly say her name, not wanting to mislead her into thinking I am asleep.

“O’Rec…” she begins, then pulls herself up, moving away from me. “I, I’m sorry, I don’t know what…”

I interrupt her, pulling her into my arms again. “Shhh… We woke up like this. Nothing to be embarrassed about, the only one embarrassed should be me, because my cock seems to have its own mind when it comes to you.”

Her breath catches, and I see her cheeks flush, but she still looks down like she cannot help herself.

“O’Rec,” she says in a little moan, making my cock twitch.

“Ignore it. Just let me hold you for a bit longer.” I grit the words out.

Lust is blooming in the air. Is her arousal growing?

“What if I don’t want to?” she whispers.

I spin her on her back, looming over her. “If you want to touch me, you can, but I do not know if I will be able to keep from touching you right now.” I need to be honest with her. “Your scent is intoxicating, and the bond is pulsing like crazy, testing every edge of my self-control.” I cradle her face in my hand and put my forehead against hers.

She lets out a shuddering breath. “Is that what that feeling inside of me is? The bond?” She continues when I nod. “Being this close to you is overwhelming, but at the same time I don’t want it to stop. When I’m with you, I can just be. For the first time in my life I’m at peace.”

She grabs my wrist and turns her head, softly touching her lips to the palm of my hand. “Touch me, O’Rec, let me feel you.”

Groaning I lower my body, making sure not to crush her, immediately she arches into me and I almost lose it when her soft flesh connects with my hard cock. My elbows land beside her head, caging her in. She is so tiny beneath me, so perfect.

“Marra.” It comes out husky, my voice thick with lust as I grind my cock into her. She gasps.

“More,” she demands and because I cannot refuse her anything, I give her more.

My weight is fully on my arms as I press my cock to her cunt. Layers of clothing keep us from feeling the full effect, but even muffled like this it is everything. She whimpers, hands clutching in the sheets before one latches on to my face.

“O’Rec,” she begs, eyes wild, searching for something I am not sure she has felt before.

“What do you need, my star?” I ask her, determined to let her discover this side of her by herself.

“I don’t know,” she whines. “More, just more….”

I spin us around again, but now she is seated on top of me, her cunt pressed to my bulging cock. She immediately starts grinding against me, lost in the sensations.

“Yes, Marra, that is it. Move against me. Take what you want from me. I am yours for the taking; now take your pleasure.”

Her eyelids flutter, her hands land on my abs, making my cock twist and enticing another of those delightful moans. I dare not move, and I see the change in her as she finds something in herself. Something shoots through our bond. She opens her eyes to look at mine.

“O’Rec,” she moans loudly, then she moves.

She moves quickly, working herself on my cock, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. Moaning my name over and over again.

“You are doing so well, my star.” I encourage her. “Your pleasure is just within reach. I can see it. I can feel it. You can let go for me, Zarra, I am here. I will always catch you.”

I move my hands up her thighs to press her against me, and her head falls back as she begins to rub up and down in swift movements. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a strangled cry as she stiffens before her body starts convulsing. I feel my cock warming, and when she shouts my name in ecstasy, I cum as well. Spurting rope after rope of hot cum in my trousers.

With her relaxation comes the realization of what we just did, and her skin flushes a deep red. Grinning, I pull her into my side. I turn her so we face each other, tucking a lost lock of her hair behind her ear and touching my forehead to hers.

“That was amazing.” I tell her with a soft smile.

She smiles right back at me. “It was.” The red in her cheeks deepened at her words.

I stroke her cheek. “You are so beautiful, my mate. Thank you for giving this to me.”

She gives me another soft smile, and I love how we seem completely at ease at this moment.

“O’Rec,” she begins, taking hold of my wrist and softly stroking my skin.

“Yes, my mate.” I keep gazing into her eyes.

“I, uhm…” She bites her lip. “Do you remember Lauren and D’Var… in the mess hall, with the uhm kiss?”

I blink. I almost forgot I caught her staring at them and me teasing her about it.

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you uhm… do you maybe think we can do that?” She is shy but so, so strong, my little mate, as she looks at me with those big, hopeful eyes.

“Anything you want to, my mate. Anything for you.” And then I lower my lips and touch hers with mine.

The slight touch feels electrifying. After the first soft brush of our lips, I pull back an inch. Mara smiles at me.

“I think we need to do that longer,” she whispers. “It looked very passionate when Lauren and D’Var did it.”

I grin at her shyness, feeling immense pride at her taking the lead.

She closes the distance, her soft lips kissing mine. She sucks on my lower lip, and sensations explode, instantly hardening my cock again.

“Marra.” I moan, my voice is raspy. “Again!”

She giggles and our mouths meet once more, planting small kisses on each other's lips, I suck on her lip like she did mine and she grinds against me. We are both panting, and when her pink tongue comes out to lick her lips, I cannot resist and suck it into my mouth.

The moment her tongue touches mine all rational thoughts have left me. The intimacy, the sensuality. Now I see why D’Var is so addicted to kissing his L’Ren. It is messy, our mouths are open, tongues tentatively touching, our bodies pressed together.

“O’Rec,” she whimpers softly, and I pull back. She slowly opens her eyes, a hazy look in them, and then gives me a small smile.

Grinning, I lean in to give her one more kiss when a knock on the door suddenly breaks the spell.

“I have clothing for you to wear during dinner,” a soft voice says.

With one last longing kiss, I break our connection. It's time to get up and get back to reality.