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“Fook me, ye’re exquisite!” he murmured, looking as if he could devour me whole. “Tonight I’m claiming ye, Myra. Forever.”

I took a step toward him, desperate to kiss him. But he stopped me, his large hand gripping the back of my head, his fingers twisting in my curls and holding me at arm’s length.

“No’ yet,” he growled, staring down at me. “Ye’ve had enough of my mouth on ye. What else do ye want?”

“Your cock, Mate,” I breathed in hopeful anticipation.

‘Twas the right answer, judging from the sudden gleam in his eyes.

Gently, Vartok guided me toward the bed. With a single motion, he released me and sprawled on the quilt, his body a magnificent display of strength.

“Climb on top, pet. I want to feel ye on me before I take what I’ve been yearning for. ”

Eagerly, I crawled onto the mattress, sliding my legs over his thighs, straddling him. I reached for his cock— finally !—stroking it as I guided it toward my cunny.

“This?” I hummed teasingly, lifting my weight to my knees so I could slide my wetness over his ballocks and coat the bottom of his thickness.

“You want this , Vartok?”

With a snarl, he grasped my breasts, squeezing them roughly, exactly the way I liked. I gasped, arching into his hold, and he tugged me off balance, forcing me to splay my hand over his chest.

“Here’s what will happen, pet,” he growled, tusks gleaming in the light from the fire. “Ye’re going to put my cock in ye, and ye’re going to come. Do ye understand?”

Oh God.

“Aye,” I whimpered, as I rushed to obey him.

His cock slid easily into my sensitive, throbbing core, each ridge claiming more and more of me. I remembered when he was still training me, when I was still his innocent human plaything. I remembered how big he’d seemed then, but now I could take his thickness without trouble.

Just before I was fully seated, Vartok’s fingers found my nipples and he tugged as I gasped and rocked forward. As I slammed down atop him, my climax surged, as we’d both known it would.

My body convulsed, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock as waves of pleasure radiated from my core. I threw my head back, a cry of ecstasy escaping my lips, and Vartok's hands were immediately on my hips, his grip firm as he ground out praise.

“That’s it, dkaar . Come for me. Let me feel that sweet cunny squeezing my cock,” he growled, his glowing gaze locked onto me.

His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples, stroking my sides, each touch a different strength and place, heightening my sensitivity.

Each touch sending new sparks of pleasure through me, prolonging my climax.

Before the waves of my orgasm could even begin to subside, Vartok began to move beneath me. He thrust upward, his ridges rubbing against my inner walls, drawing out my pleasure. I gasped, my hands clutching at his chest, my nails digging into his skin as he fooked me from below.

“Feel that, my pretty little human? Feel each ridge of my cock stroking ye, keeping yer pleasure going?” he rasped, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Ye’re so fooking beautiful when ye come, Myra. I want to see it again.”

His words were fuel to my arousal. I could feel my pleasure building once more—or mayhap my previous climax had never really ended. The sensation of his ridges against my sensitive flesh pushed me toward another peak. I whimpered, my body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Vartok's hand snaked between us, his thumb finding the bud of my pleasure. He pressed down, circling it exactly the way I liked, and I gasped. How could I be so ready again so quickly?

Bucking against his hand, I whimpered, realizing I was panting, begging him …

“That’s it, pet. That’s it, my good little plaything," Vartok crooned, his own pleasure written across his face. His cock swelled inside me, his ridges pulsing, and I knew he was close.

"Ye feel so fooking good. I'm going to fill ye with my seed, Myra. I'm going to claim ye completely," he growled, his hips moving faster, his cock driving into me with urgent need.

His words, his touch, the relentless pleasure of his ridges, all of it combined to push me over the edge again. I didn't think I could come any more, but my body had other plans. I sobbed with pleasure, with desperation, with shock…my body shaking as yet another climax tore through me.

If this was the Mating Heat, I wanted it every night!

“Mine,” he roared.

“Aye, yours.” I could barely breathe, the pleasure was so intense, but he needed to know that.

“Yer Mate.”

Vartok's grip on my hips tightened, his body tensing beneath me as he let out a roar. I felt his cock pulse, twice, thrice…and then a hot rush of his spend as he spilled into me. The sensation triggered yet another wave of pleasure, softer this time, but no less profound.

Because of what it had meant.

Vartok had claimed me. I was his .

And he was mine.

I collapsed onto his chest, my body spent, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Vartok's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as he murmured praises and endearments into my ear.

“Such a good lass,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “My perfect Mate. I love ye, Myra. I love ye so fooking much.”

I nuzzled against his chest, a soft smile playing on my lips. “I love you too, Vartok,” I murmured, my breathing finally evening.

How had he possibly made me climax so many times? Was this to be expected, or was it because the claiming was so special?

When he rolled to one side, arranging my head gently on the pillow, I opened my eyes, feeling completely sated.

Vartok was propped up on one elbow, watching me with a tender expression. He smiled when he saw my eyes open, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my cheek.

“How are ye feeling, pet?” he asked, his voice soft.

I stretched languidly, a small smile playing on my lips.

“Wonderful,” I sighed, snuggling closer to him. “A little sticky, mayhap. That was...incredible.”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement and desire.

“Aye, ‘twas,” he agreed. “And I plan to make ye feel that way many, many more times, my sweet little human.”

My brows rose. “But you have already claimed me?—”

His laugh stopped me, and he bent down to snatch a kiss .

“The claiming has only just begun, dkaar . There’s a reason our friends have left us with so much food. I’m going to take ye again and again, and ye’re going to go hoarse from screaming my name.”

The way he said it, so matter-of-factly, as he rocked his hips forward for me to feel his still-hard cock…my eyes went wide.

“You…you are ready to spill again?”

“Och, my innocent plaything,” he chuckled as he rolled to loom over me. “I am going to fill ye up with my spend, over and over again, until nae one will miss my scent on ye. Then I’ll take ye to the hot springs, clean ye well, and fook ye there as well.”

His green gaze turned wicked. “I’m going to fook ye up against the wall, and bent over the chest, and standing up.” His mouth lowered toward mine. “And I’m going to pleasure ye until ye cannae help but sleep, and then I’ll wake ye up by licking yer sweet cunny until ye come again.”

Oh.

Oh my .

Oh my .

Fully awake—and aroused now—I realized I’d been holding my breath during his vow. Well…

I allowed my lips to curl naughtily as I snaked my hands around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

“Well then,” I whispered. “We had best get started, Mate .”