Heat flooded her. She didn’t understand it, but seeing him smelling her panties, taking in her most intimate fragrance, was such a turn on.
He tossed her underwear aside and grasped her thighs, spreading them wide. His gaze locked on her sex. The fire in his eyes blazed impossibly brighter, and his tongue slipped out to lick his lips. He dropped one of his hands, running the back of his finger over the small patch of dark hair and along her pussy before pressing another finger into place and parting her labia. “You look delicious.”
Faster than Gabriela could utter another plea, Broxen dropped his head between her thighs and pressed his mouth to her core. She gasped, grasping his horns and arching her back at the sudden burst of pleasure. He lapped at her from bottom to top, teasingly flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue, seemingly determined to lick up every drop of her arousal and coax out more.
He groaned and slipped his arms around her legs, dragging her closer. “I will never get enough of this—of you—my mate.”
Then he slipped that long tongue inside her, plunging it deep.
“Broxen,” she rasped, squeezing her eyes shut. It had been so long, so long, that even this was stretching her. But it felt good. She undulated upon his thick tongue as it curled and twisted and thrust within her, hitting that spot. Pleasure coiled in her belly.
Spanning his hands over her pelvis, Broxen withdrew his tongue and latched onto her clit.
Gabriela cried out at the sharp, sudden rapture that bolted through her as he sucked and lashed the sensitive nub. At first, she tried to escape the assault, but he pressed her down firmly on the bed, forcing her to take to it all, to feel it all. Wild gasps spilled from her lips as she writhed. Squeezing his horns, she ground her cleft against his mouth, not only taking everything he had to give her but demanding more.
Were Gabriela able to look upon this scene as a spectator, she wouldn’t have recognized herself—and she wouldn’t have cared. This was all that mattered, this feeling, this moment.
Broxen.
He made her feel wanted, needed. He made her feel alive.
Yielding to the searing ecstasy roiling inside her, yielding to him, Gabby shattered.
Pleasure swept through her, consuming her in a scorching blaze of sweet agony. Her body tensed as tremors overwhelmed her, and her breath came in sharp, surrendering moans. Liquid heat flooded her.
Broxen growled, the vibrations pushing her to new heights while his tongue continued its ruthless movements. It was a delicious torment she never wanted to end. She whispered his name, she thrashed and twisted atop the bedding, she fought his hold and pulled him closer, begging for more.
And he gave it to her, again and again, until she was left breathless and trembling.
Just when she could take no more, Broxen released her. He gave her one long, final lick, and raised his head.
Panting, Gabriela dropped her hands from his horns and met his gaze with a half-lidded stare. His features were bestial, his eyes hungry. He ran his long tongue over his lips, which still glistened with her essence.
The towel around his waist had come undone. Broxen tossed it away and drew himself over her, planting his hands on either side of her head. Gabriela looked down between their bodies. Her breath caught in her throat.
His cock was a deep, dark red, its long, thick shaft ending with a pronounced head and a tapered tip. There were multiple stacked ridges along its top, and she knew exactly where those would stroke inside her—but she could only guess at the immense pleasure they would give her.
Broxen lifted his hips and poised the head of his shaft at the entrance of her pussy. Her eyes met his.
“You’re mine, female.”
“Yours,” she said, sliding her palms down his arms.
With her sex still quivering, Broxen thrust his hips forward, plunging into her heat.
Gabriela gasped. Even only partway in, his cock stretched her. She raised her knees and spread her legs wider. Broxen growled, baring his teeth as he drew back. The ridges on his shaft dragged along her channel and clit, coaxing moans from her. When he drove back in, he pushed deeper than the first time, and deeper still with each subsequent thrust.
And all Gabby could do was cling to him, eager for what was to come, eager for him to fulfill his word and make her wholly his.
Broxen shuddered. The feel of his mate’s tight, hot, slick sex as it cinched around his cock was impossible to put into words. It was everything for which he’d yearned and so, so much more; it was torturous and rapturous and a thousand other human terms he couldn’t recall in the face of such overwhelming pleasure.
The pressure that had been building within him over the last year—more so by far in the last several days than ever before—was too immense to withstand. It threatened to tear him apart, it threatened to crush him. But he didn’t want it to end, not yet.
He needed more. Forever more.
He slipped a hand between their bodies to grasp Gabriela’s soft breast, caressing it and pinching her nipple, and watched her eyelashes flutter and her features contort in pleasure. He smoothed that palm up to cup her cheek, forcing her eyes to meet his.
“My beautiful mate,” he said, thrusting deeper into her sex. “So beautiful.”
Lips parted and softly panting, she smiled and framed his face with her hands. Her eyes were bright with desire and affection. “I love you, Broxen.”
He knew the meaning of that word, love, but until a few days ago he’d never really understood it. He’d never understood the depth of what he truly wanted with Gabriela, couldn’t have even imagined it. Love seemed too simple a word for what he felt for her, but it was the right word.
His chest swelled, flooding with heat separate from that of his lust, and his jaw clenched. It was fullness, happiness, it was…just everything.
Something else flared within him in that moment, something he’d felt with her before—a primal, deep-rooted instinct, a bestial drive that was closer to raw emotion than it ever would be to rational thought. His gums ached, and his fangs lengthened; he needed to mark her.
Gabriela is mine.
He swept his tail to the side, wound it around her calf, and hitched her leg high over his hip. Hooking his thumb beneath her chin, he turned her face aside to expose her neck. His eyes fell to that spot wherever her neck and shoulder met, the spot he’d nuzzled before.
Broxen dropped his head, sinking his fangs into Gabriela’s soft, tender flesh even as he buried his shaft inside her to its base.
She gasped and stiffened beneath him. Broxen squeezed his eyes shut and shifted his free hand to her ass to hold her in place as he pumped his hips hard and fast. The sweetness of her skin, the saltiness of her sweat, and the metallic tang of her blood were overwhelming, making his head spin.
“Broxen,” Gabriela rasped. Her hands dropped to his arms, and her fingers bent, scraping his skin. The little trails of pain left by her nails were thrilling.
Pleasure blossomed low in his belly, racing up along his spine and sparking outward. It was in direct opposition to that impossibly building pressure at his core, which felt like a star was collapsing inside him.
Beneath him, his female tensed. Her sex quivered and constricted around his shaft, heightening both his pleasure and his torture, and a fresh wave of heat flooded her as her moans escalated into cries.
Broxen snarled against her skin and rutted harder still, his own breath ragged. His rhythm faltered abruptly. For an instant, the pressure was so immense, so unbearable, that his mind went blank and his heart stuttered.