The stretch was exquisite—a burning fullness that walked the perfect edge between pleasure and pain. He entered me with excruciating slowness, giving my body time to adjust to each inch of his considerable length. The vines around my wrists tightened slightly, helping me remain still when instinct wanted me to buck beneath him.
“So tight,” he growled, his control visibly slipping as my cunt clenched around his invading cock. “So hot. So perfect.”
When he was finally seated fully inside me, both of us were panting. He held himself above me, arms trembling with the effort of restraint, his eyes blazing with primal hunger. I had never felt so full, so stretched, so completely possessed.
“Move,” I pleaded, rotating my hips as much as the vines would allow. “Please, Lor. I need you to move.”
He did, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with deliberate precision. Each thrust was measured, calculated to drag those textured ridges along my most sensitive places. The vines adjusted their hold, spreading my thighs wider, giving him deeper access.
His tail curled around my ankle, then slid higher, the tip teasing along my calf, my thigh, adding yet another point of contact between us. Everywhere he touched, everywhere the vines touched, felt like fire against my skin—not burning but illuminating, making me aware of every nerve ending, every pulse point, every breath.
“Mine,” he growled, his pace increasing slightly as my body welcomed him more easily. “Say it, Miri. Tell me you’re mine.”
Of all the dangerous myths I’ve had to track down, falling in love was the most dangerous of all. “Yours,” I gasped, the word torn from somewhere deeper than thought. “I’m yours, Lor. Only yours.”
Something shifted in his expression—triumph, joy, relief—and his next thrust hit a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. He angled his hips to hit it again, and again, while one hand slipped between our bodies to find my clit.
The combined sensation was too much. I shattered around him, my cunt clenching rhythmically as pleasure crashed through me in waves. The vines around my wrists pulsed in harmony with my orgasm, the jungle itself seeming to celebrate our joining.
But Lor wasn’t finished. As the aftershocks still rippled through me, he adjusted our position, turning me onto my side while remaining inside me. The vines cooperated instantly, releasing my wrists only to secure one thigh, lifting it to allow him deeper access from this new angle.
His cock felt even bigger this way, stretching me in new directions, hitting places that made me gasp and moan. His pace increased, each thrust more forceful than the last, but never losing that fundamental reverence. One hand gripped my hip, the other tangled in my hair, turning my face so he could claim my mouth in a kiss that mirrored the possession of his body within mine.
“Again,” he commanded against my lips. “Come for me again, kassari.”
His tail slipped between my thighs from behind, the tip finding my clit with unerring accuracy, adding a new dimension to the pleasure building inside me. Combined with the relentless drive of his cock and the gentle restraint of the vines, it was overwhelming. I couldn’t resist, couldn’t delay—my second orgasm crashed through me with even greater intensity than thefirst, pulling a cry from my throat that echoed through the jungle canopy.
This time, Lor followed me over the edge. His rhythm faltered, his body tensing against mine as he buried himself to the hilt. I felt the moment his control broke—a growl tearing from his chest as his cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his heat. His mouth found the juncture of my neck and shoulder, teeth pressing against my skin in question.
“Yes,” I gasped, understanding instinctively what he needed. “Mark me. Make me yours.”
10 /LOR
“Yes. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Her words struck me like lightning, burning through my veins and setting every primal instinct ablaze. The invitation—to sink my fangs into that perfect junction of her neck and shoulder, to seal our bond for eternity—was almost more than I could resist. My teeth ached with the need to claim her, to mark her as mine forever. But even as my body trembled with desire, a sliver of clarity cut through the haze of lust. She couldn’t possibly understand what she was asking for.
Not now. Not like this. Not when her body was still quaking from pleasure, her mind clouded with the intensity of her release.
I drew back slightly, my cock still buried inside her, still pulsing with the remnants of my own orgasm. Her scent filled my lungs—that intoxicating blend of Miri and sex and us together—and my resolve nearly crumbled.
“Lor?” Her voice was soft, questioning, her eyes heavy-lidded but searching mine.
“Not yet,” I managed to growl, pressing my forehead against hers instead of sinking my teeth where they longed to be. “The marking is permanent, kassari. More binding than you know.”
She blinked, confusion flickering across her flushed face. “But I want?—”
“When you’re thinking clearly,” I promised, kissing her deeply to silence any protest. “When you truly understand what it means.”
Before she could argue—and I knew my stubborn mate would argue—I withdrew from her body and flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid motion. The vines assisted, adjusting beneath her, lifting her hips to the perfect angle. Phil, that leafy little voyeur, had coiled himself at a respectful distance but was clearly monitoring our joining with scientific interest.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m finished with you,” I growled against her ear, feeling myself harden again impossibly fast. The sight of her—ass raised, back arched, slick with sweat and my seed—was enough to restore me to full readiness.
I slid my hand between her thighs, finding her still wet, still swollen with need despite the multiple orgasms I’d already wrung from her body. “So greedy,” I murmured, teasing her entrance. “So perfect.”
She whimpered, pushing back against my fingers. “Please.”
That single word—that plea from my fierce, independent human—unraveled something deep inside me. I positioned myself behind her, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance, and then eased forward with excruciating slowness. The sight of her taking me inch by inch was perhaps the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed.
