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He pushed against my shoulder for release. “I’m fine,” he sputtered.
I pulled him back into my arms. “You’re not fucking going anywhere.”
Soaked lashes rimmed sparkling lavender eyes. “Aww, isn’t that cute?” He coughed. “You do like me.” Then he pecked me on the nose.
He looked like a drowned lion. Beautiful. “Why didn’t you tell me you can’t swim?” I growled.
He looked away. “It didn’t seem necessary.”
“Didn’t seem necessary? You almost fucking drowned!” My voice rumbled, my body vibrated, adrenaline pumped through me and my internal temperature rose to match the hot spring. Under normal circumstances, tai chi would alleviate my restless energy, but no amount of tai chi could abate this.
“Let’s cool you down a bit, shall we,” Makir purred, as if the soft rattle in his chest was driven by a sixth sense. Makir led us deeper into the spring, toward a second pool of cooler water that soothed my fevered skin.
His pulse hammered where I grasped his wrist.
I sighed in relief. A perfect alcove opened before us. A cool spring fed it and tempered the water, and when a shelf carved from ebony stone revealed itself, I sucked in an awed breath. The previous inhabitants of Tern must have used these hot springs.
Makir shook out his fur, showering me in a spray of water droplets. “Sorry.” He ducked his head sheepishly. “It’s involuntary. Blanted water. I hate it.”
I’m such an idiot. Why didn’t I talk to him before filling his courtyard with a giant-ass swimming pool?
Makir’s purr grew louder. The deep baritone reverberated from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. The fur on his tail parted and sucked over the bare skin of my ankle, still tender from where I had twisted it over a week ago. It awakened every nerve, and I about drowned in his alluring ginger scent.
Lost again to the frenzy pumping through my veins, I inhaled long drafts of smoky juniper from behind his ear and along his collarbone as I sucked the wet nape of his neck.
“You smell so good, little lion.” I nuzzled the smooth blue skin where it met the fur of his torso.
Makir was so gone he didn’t even comment on the endearment. Instead, he swung a leg over my lap and straddled me on the bench. Water sloshed between us. His erection stiffened inside his dick pocket and pushed into my belly. His nose dipped to my neck, and he inhaled. His body shuddered where it pressed against mine, and he licked cool water from my beard.
Makir lowered his hips and he ground against my rigid length, sending waves of desire deep into my stomach. His tail jumped everywhere—first, one nipple,zing, then the other, and finally around my belly button. The wet fur swished inside it, a direct line to my groin.
“Mmm…” I groaned while I grabbed the firm globes of Makir’s ass, spread and kneaded them. My erection bumped against the base of his pocket and his tail fluttered over my relaxed belly. I didn’t care in the least. He reached into his pouch with his tail, and his leaking dick emerged.
Yes, to the magical powers of a tail!
Water swirled around us like hot tub jets, drowning out my moans. My fingers worked their way into Makir’s crease, and I rubbed my thumb around his softening pucker, occasionally dipping in to collect the slippery wax.
“I’m… I need you in me.” The lavender of his eyes swirled, and he closed them on a whine. His tail wrapped our shafts, and the tip feathered over them as the water lapped at our legs. The fur on his tip spread, and he lifted his tail until the small suction pad latched on to one nipple, sending a burst of electricity over it, then the other. My knees quaked, the drawn-out suction and low vibrations pushing me to new heights.
Too soon, my hips jerked up. “Shit. Stop, or I’ll cum.”
Makir’s tail released me, and his hand wrapped around the thick band circling my base. Then, with his hot grip, he positioned my erection at his entrance. “Geo… Need you so bad. I’m sweltering. It hurts. I need…”
Makir’s eyes dilated. Perspiration beaded his brow, and his hips circled like crazy, chasing my cock when I took control. I traced his pucker with my cum-smeared head.
I nibbled the tendon on the side of his neck and licked it with the flat of my tongue. Unable to get enough of his crisp juniper scent, I inhaled a drugging breath. Makir’s wet curls trailed across my cheeks. They left rivulets of water that I sucked into my mouth. I continued to rub his rim with my cockhead, waiting until he was as crazy for me as I was for him.
My words were guttural. “I’ll give you what you need.”
“Geo, please… It hurts.” Makir moaned, forcing himself down on me.
I kneaded his ass cheek with one hand, spreading him further, preventing him from lowering himself as I kept up my slow rub. “I’ll give you what you need.When you’re ready.” My arm trembled, not from holding him but from holding back. Instinct drove me.
Makir’s high-pitched whine echoed through the cavern. “I’m ready. So…ready. Now, alpha!”
I wrapped my hand around the base of his tail and lifted until every muscle in his body submitted to me. “Not until I say.”
But the truth was, the moment he’d screamed alpha, my control had evaporated. My lips blindly met his in a sloppy kiss, and I inserted my well-lubed head into his needy hole.
