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CHAPTER 18

LUCAS

Keeping Yvette’s folds spread wide, I dip my head between her thighs and drag my tongue over her engorged clit, circling the pulsing bit of flesh as I growl my excitement. The sweet pungent taste of her drives me wild with need, and my cock throbs to be inside her. But not yet. First, I plan to make her shatter on my tongue.

Please have mercy. Her pleading words from earlier echo in my head, prompting me to apply more pressure to her clit.

She thrashes on the bed, and I peek up just long enough to glimpse her hair flipping wildly around her head. She’s flushed with arousal, her eyes closed tight, her face twisted with pleasure. I don’t believe she’s ever looked so stunning.

Her whimpers increase and she gyrates faster against my mouth. I loosen my hold on her thighs and allow her the movement while keeping my tongue pressed to her clit. I increase the pace of the swirls to her nubbin just as I insert one finger in her core, gliding in fast but not too deep. When I meet the resistance of her virginal barrier, I pause and keep my digit submerged in her tightness.

“Oh, oh, Lucas.”

Suddenly, Yvette cries out, and her moans of ecstasy resound in the cavernous room. Her hands delve into my hair as she rides the waves of her release. Not missing a beat as I continue lapping at her clit, I add a second digit to her chasm and commence a slow thrusting motion. Tiny shudders afflict her body, but eventually she grows still as she gasps for breath.

I withdraw my fingers from her core, then lean back and wipe my mouth on my forearm as I regard my responsive little bride. My heart beats faster as emotion swells in my chest. My bride. We’re married. Until death parts us. Though I pray we’ll share a long mating union. Thousands upon thousands of years.

Prince Lucas Brossnin and Yvette Harmon, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May the gods bless your union, and may you remain together faithfully until the end of your days.

The final words the priestess spoke during our human wedding ceremony return to me now, and tenderness swells inside me, an endless devotion for Yvette that brings tears to my eyes and causes my throat to burn. I blink rapidly as I lift her in my arms and cradle her on my lap.

I smooth my hands through her hair as she continues to catch her breath. Watching her in the throes of a long, drawn-out climax was undoubtedly one of the most gratifying experiences of my life thus far, and I cannot wait to do it again.

My cock hardens further as she squirms on my lap. When a mischievous look enters her eyes, I know she did it on purpose. I give her what I hope is a stern glare, but we both break into a smile and eventually share a laugh.

“What?” Her visage grows serious, then she feigns a look of innocence. “You’re allowed to tease me, but I can’t tease you?”

I growl. “That’s correct.”

Her eyes dance with humor. “Well, that’s not very fair.” She sighs and snuggles into my embrace, and I wrap my arms more tightly around her.

The waves of tenderness don’t stop coming, and I once again find myself stunned by the depth of my need for her. She’s not my fated mate, and yet I cannot fathom ever letting her go. Do I love her? Is that what this intense warmth mixed with possessiveness is? It’s an overwhelming sensation that sometimes makes it difficult to breathe when I meet her eyes. My affection for her knows no bounds, but I cannot tell her I love her yet, can I?

I think of our conversation about timing. She doesn’t believe in love at first sight, and she thinks two people must get to know one another before they’re able to properly fall in love. Will she think I’ve gone mad if I confess my feelings to her now? Will she think it’s too soon?

Gods, we haven’t even fully consummated our mating union yet. Perhaps I should wait a while longer. Another few days, or perhaps a few weeks. I don’t want her doubting the veracity of my words when I finally say it.

“You look deep in thought, husband.” She caresses a hand over my chest. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about how I’ll soon be driving my cock into your tight, slick cunny.” I bare my teeth at her and release a deep growl. I also press her down on my hardness.

Her breath catches and her eyes darken. The scent of her arousal reignites, a sweet aroma that makes me ravenous to feast on her slick parts all over again. Later in the night, I resolve. After she’s recovered from the slow, gentle consummation of our marriage that I promised her, I will delve my head between her thighs again and circle her clit with my tongue until she shatters.

I kiss her forehead, then draw back to give her a reassuring look. Her eyes brim with excitement, and she softens in my arms, as though surrendering to me anew. I give her another kiss before arranging her on the bed to my liking, on her back with her knees bent and her thighs parted wide.

Her breathing picks up and she clutches at the sheets.

“You don’t have to brace yourself like that, sweetling.” I proceed to trail kisses along her stomach, and finally I shift my attention to her breasts. “I’m not about to maul you.”

She expels a nervous laugh. “Sorry. It’s just that… well, you know I’ve never done this before. I trust you though, and I’m ready.”

“You needn’t apologize. It’s okay to be nervous.” I continue kissing her bosom, and she arches her back as a quivering whimper escapes her lips. “Just promise you’ll tell me if something hurts or makes you uncomfortable in any way.”

“I promise.”

“Good little sweetling.” I drag my teeth along her right nipple but don’t clamp down very hard, and she digs her fingers into my back as she releases another noise of pleasure. Gods, I adore all the needy sounds she keeps making.

As I circle her nipple with my tongue, I reach for her slick mound and give it a firm squeeze. She gasps and jerks her center more firmly against my hand. I lift my head from her bosom and situate myself between her thighs. Gripping my cock, I drag it up and down through her nether lips, coating the bulbous tip in her moisture.

“Gods, your pussy is soaking wet.” I growl and thrust forward, careful not to penetrate her too deeply, lest I cause her any pain. Fuck, it’s taking all my self-control not to drive straight to the hilt. I pause and draw in a deep, calming breath. My cock pulses harder with the need to be buried deep in her chasm. “Are you all right, sweetling?”

Her lips part on a huge gasp, and a blissful expression steals over her. She lifts her head and tries to focus on me but soon leans back on the pillows. “I am fine, Lucas. Perhaps… perhaps you could go a bit deeper. Please.”

I give another careful thrust, and she rewards me with a moan of pleasure that reverberates off the walls. I glance downward and the sight of our bodies joined together makes me swelter with need. It also makes my heart pang with affection.

I love her. I know I do.

It’s the only explanation for the boundless tenderness she calls up within me.

“What about now?” I’m throbbing to go deeper, but I cannot imagine causing her the slightest amount of pain. I want our first time as husband and wife to be nothing short of magical for her. As the thought enters my head, I call forth the atmosphere of a Summer Court night, complete with buzzing locusts, a warm breeze, dancing fireflies, and even the distant call of thunder.

“You.” She whimpers and presses her eyes shut as the blissful look she’s wearing intensifies. “Can. Go. Deeper.”

“Happy to oblige, my dear wife.” I withdraw from her center and give three moderate thrusts, though I go considerably deeper this time. As I plunge in and out of her, I watch her carefully for any sign that she might be in pain. I glimpse perhaps a bit of frustration as her need mounts, but I don’t see any hint of discomfort, and a thrill rushes through me as I realize just how desperate she is to be filled up with my cock, how eager she is for a steady pounding.

“More.” The word escapes her in the wake of another breathless moan.

I shove halfway inside her on the next thrust, and my scrotum draws up tight as sensation zips up my thighs. My blood heats as carnal need sweeps through me. Grasping her hips harder, I continue with the shallow thrusts, though I go a bit deeper with each gentle plunge into her exquisite tightness.

Meanwhile, Yvette keeps squirming beneath me and meeting my thrusts. Her hands are gripping the covers so hard, her knuckles have gone white, and she appears just as unsettled as she did before she begged me for an orgasm earlier.

Dark satisfaction spreads through me. I like knowing she’s aching for it. I like knowing she’s desperate for more thrusts of my cock in her tight, slick pussy.

Gods, I can’t wait to erupt inside her and fill her with my seed. The mere thought of it is enough to make me release a lusty growl and surge deeper with the next drive.

Not breaking my rhythm, I reach between our bodies and press a thumb to her clit. Her eyes flare wide and her hips jolt upward. I force her legs further apart, which allows me to go deeper. She gives a whimpering groan and shudders as I steadily swirl my thumb over her clit.

“That’s it, sweetling. Come for me. Come for me while I’m pounding you with my cock.” I’m not quite pounding her, but I am moving faster than anticipated for our first time, and she’s taking it so well. In fact, I don’t think she would mind if I thrusted harder, so I do. I readjust my grasp on her hips and thrust faster and deeper, carried away by her moans and whimpers of pleasure.

When I encounter the same resistance I’d felt earlier with my fingers, her virginal barrier, I start to pause, only for her to shake her head and reach for me.

“Keep going, Lucas. Please don’t stop. I want you. I need you.”

I take a deep breath and surge forward, and I’m relieved when she doesn’t so much as wince. I suppose her wild excitement is blocking out any pain she might’ve felt otherwise.

Her eyes flare wide again, and her insides suddenly clamp down on my cock.

She cries out and undulates her body against mine, and as her insides repeatedly contract around my length, pleasure grips me, and I erupt into her depths in quaking spurts.

Black spots cloud my vision, and my cock pulsates with each rapid gush of my essence. The sounds of a Summer Court night swell louder, and the echoes of my growls and Yvette’s moans join with the buzzing locusts and trilling frogs.

I roar as the final spurt of my seed erupts in her depths.

Panting in the aftermath of my exertions, I withdraw slowly from her tightness, and the sight of my seed leaking onto her inner thighs is enough to make me fully erect within moments of pulling out of her.

Gods, I could pound her all over again. But I won’t. Not yet. Not until she’s had adequate time to recover.

She emits a soft sigh and gives me a fatigued but contented look, and I move to her side and then gather her in my arms. I hold her close and stroke my hands through her hair. She sighs again and leans into my touch.

I kiss her cheek and nuzzle her face. “Wife.”

A smile tugs at her lips. “Husband.”