I pull away, grimacing when Timalah’s tail leaves my ass. I’m so fucking empty, clenching around nothing. My movements are jerky as I fall to the ground, situating myself onto my hands and knees with my ass towards Timalah. “Please,” I moan out, raising my hips even higher.
Timalah follows me down, his big hands running over the back of my thighs and my ass cheeks. “I’m going to kiss you right here,” he whispers, thumbing open my cheeks. The pad of his thumb touches my hole and I whimper.
“Oh god,” I get out before he’s diving down and licking my ass. I groan into my arm, burying my face against the soft moss. Timalah’s tongue is wet and warm and fucking me so good. He swirls it around my hole before pointing it and pushing it inside. His fangs dig into my skin, adding a layer of pain with my pleasure. Tiny noises leave my throat without my permission and I shove my hips back against his face, riding his tongue.
“Finger me,” I grit out. “I need more. Get me ready for your cock.”
I shudder as Timalah growls, the sound filling our little cave and driving me wild. When his finger enters me, I spare only a moment to notice it’s slippery and I realize Timalah is using the slick he naturally makes as lube. Why the fuck is that so hot? As if fucking an alien wasn’t enough to get me going, knowing my mate is using his own slick to fuck me is turning me on beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. My skin burns with need, making every single one of his touches that more pleasurable, that more sensitive.
I lose myself in sensations. Timalah fingers me open, stretching me on his fingers. He runs his tongue over my sensitive rim. I moan. He growls. His tail wraps around my leaking cock, the very tip swirling around the head and dipping into my slit.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Timalah breathes, his fangs running over my shoulder as he leans his chest against my back. “I’m going to fuck you and make you my matron, Dorshkah.”
“Please, Timalah. Please. Come on.”
I reach my hand back, digging my nails into Timalah’s hip, sighing as he guides the tip of his cock to my hole.
“Are you ready?”
“Get the fuck inside me already,” I start to sass but my words are cut off by a moan as he finally pushes forward. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I murmur mindlessly, my forehead falling against the moss below me as Timalah pushes into me with one smooth thrust. His cock is so wide, splitting me open. It’s borderline too much. But before I can tell him to stop, his hips are pressing against my ass.
“You feel perfect,” Timalah tells me, his mouth pressing kisses against the side of my neck. “Like coming home.”
The sentiment is overly sappy, especially while I’m currently trying to breathe through the pain of my ass being stretched perfectly around Timalah’s giant, blue cock, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I can’t help but agree wholeheartedly. Timalah’s very presence makes me feel safe, makes me feel a rightness like never before. Timalah, wherever he may be, is my home.
“Jesus fuck!” I cry out as Timalah slowly pulls out, the ridges of his cock rubbing against my inner walls, making my toes curl with pleasure. This might be the first time Timalah is fucking me but I know it won’t be the last. I could grow addicted to this feeling. His erection is long and thick and hot and a whimper leaves my throat as Timalah slams back into me.
Timalah nips at my shoulder and I know I’ll be covered with marks by the end of this. The thought of wearing Timalah’s marks has my cock throbbing where it bobs between my thighs. I’m owned, accepted, and his.
“I love you,” Timalah breathes against my skin, his hips picking up speed. “I love you so much, Miles.”
Timalah’s entire body is pressed against me from thigh to upper back, his skin hot against my own. His hand reaches beneath me, wrapping around my erection and stroking me quickly. I cry out as lightning bolts of pleasure race down my spine.
“You’re mine,” Timalah says, his voice more growl than anything else. The sound of it, mixed with the feel of Timalah’s hand around my cock and his dick in my ass is enough to send me over the edge. As my orgasm washes over me, I feel a prodding within my mind. A familiar warmth fills me from the tip of my head to the soles of my feet. I open my mind to Timalah, letting him in, letting him claim me in the most intimate way. As my mind reaches back towards him, I feel a connection snap into place.
For a blinding moment, I can feel both of our pleasure before it’s shattering and I’m coming across the mossy floor all over again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I babble as Timalah’s hip move, fucking me through my orgasm. My ass tightens around his cock. Timalah’s rhythm stutters as he comes as well. His cum is hot, filling my ass, claiming me somehow even further.
Inside and out, I am Timalah’s.
I wince when Timalah pulls out but the discomfort is washed away almost immediately. I flip over onto my back and smile as Timalah peppers my face with soft, barely there kisses. I can feel the barest traces of joy in my head, a foreign feeling mixed with my own, further proving that this is real. Timalah is my mate. No Layperry, human, or anything in between can come between us now in the sight of all the ancestors and laws and any other bullshit that wants to come our way.
“I love you,” I say, just because I can. “And I’d go through any trial to be with you.”
“You already have,” Timalah whispers, laying down and pulling me against his chest. I let out a yawn as exhaustion gets the better of me. My eyes grow heavy and my limbs fall limp. “You went through it, Miles. Now it’s time for you to rest.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Just a little bit.”
Timalah presses a kiss against my temple as I drift off to sleep, feeling sore as fuck yet safe and whole.
Chapter Eleven
Timalah
Miles moves around the kitchen with ease, a little pep in his step as he goes. Warmth pools deep in my gut, a sense of belonging and home surrounds me. This feeling is a first for me. That’s not to say I’ve ever felt alone, because I’ve always had my brothers and my Toralleh. But Miles is different. He fills a space within my chest I hadn’t realized was empty until I found him. My beautiful, golden matron.
Christian helps Miles with preparing the food, the two of them joking and shoving at each other at every opportunity. Their camaraderie reminds me of myself and Gendry when we were younger and training together. My lips tick up without my permission at the sight. I’m content. So incredibly content. But there’s still a thread of worry needling its way into my brain. I still haven’t talked to Miles about our baby. I’m not even sure he realized that’s a possibility. Sure, there are other Layperry who walk around while pregnant, but that doesn’t mean Miles knew that I could get pregnant with our young.
Will Miles be as happy as I am?
“You are thinking loudly,” Ghenie murmurs, taking a sip of his drink, giving me a knowing look.
“Just a lot of my mind. Newly mated and all that.”
“Don’t think too hard,” Christian says, setting a dish down onto the table. I breathe in the delicious scent, my mouth instantly watering. It looks like Miles has made some sort of poultry dish with a sauce over it. “I thought I smelled something burning in the kitchen but apparently it was just you overthinking in here.”