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“Ungh…” Makir jerked and relaxed down my length, muttering something to the goddess Sola the whole time.
My pelvis tilted, and I pushed his hips down until my full balls settled against his fur. “Hell yes!”
Makir dropped his head to my shoulder, and his whine transformed into a deep purr, like a rumbling engine. Like white noise, his purr blocked all sound, heightening my senses. The tip of my tongue dipped into the water droplets sprayed over his face. A zing of ginger hit my tastebuds. Then I traced the circle of his lips and dipped in. My tongue synced to the same rhythm as my plunging cock. Makir undulated his spine—it rippled long and limber, turning sex into dance.
Holy hell, it had never been like this. I’d never imagined it could be so good.
Makir panted as I gripped his hips so hard there would be bruises under his gorgeous blue fur.
“More, alpha, more,” he gasped. “I need it all. Give me everything. Don’t hold back.”
I leaned back against the cool wall. Grasping his shoulders, I guided his body away from mine to change the angle of penetration. “I know exactly what you need.”
I pulled out and thrust back in with one hard push. And there it was again. My cock bumped against that… spot. With each clench of his passage, it beggedme to enter, called me, and told me how much better it would be if I could only be…inside.
But I hesitated. Last time, I got the impression I’d done something wrong when I entered his…womb.
He grunted and jerked as I ran my thumb around his slippery pucker.
“Christ, why does this feel so good?” I swallowed as saliva pooled in my mouth. Makir’s tail latched on to my nipple—zing—and that was all it took. I punched through to heaven.
Fuck! I’d been trying to stop that from happening, but it felt incredible. It took every ounce of control I had to pull out again.
Makir whined, grabbed my dick and slotted me back into his hot channel. “No. Need you.”
He bounced up and down on my dick, coaxing the entry to his womb with each downward motion. I closed my eyes in ecstasy for a moment, then, with a sharp inhale, I gripped his hips and held him still. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
His lavender eyes, ravenous with lust, met mine. “You, Geo. Just you.”
My mouth went dry, and I could barely swallow. Water sloshed between us, maintaining the pumping rhythm of the past moment, and his resonant purr blocked all attempts at reason. But I persevered. “Do you want me inside? All the way inside?”
Makir nodded.
This was the precipice of something bigger. “Say it.”
“Your lock.” His tail trembled like a leaf where it lay in the crease of my elbow. He lifted his finger to my lower lip. “I’ve never wanted another’s lock as I want yours. Geo, I need you inside my womb.” His finger drew a line across my lip. “I trust you.”
I sucked his finger into my mouth and drank in the red-hot need in his eyes. “I’d give you every star in the heavens if I could.”
Makir gasped. My hands released his hips, and he plunged down my length. I’d never been harder in my life. Sweet bliss enveloped me, and I knocked my headback against the smooth stone as my neck curved. I lifted his leg and rocked my hips harder. My dick surged, plumped and again locked me inside. “Fuck, yeah.” I ground my teeth as I came.
Makir almost tipped out of my lap as I opened my eyes, and I slung my arm behind him. He arched backward, his long mane dipping into the water, exposing his pretty ears. His eyes flickered shut as he savored the pull of my lock.
Makir’s erection stood tall over his stomach, and I couldn’t resist brushing my calloused thumb over his tine, then pinching it a little.
His eyes snapped open. “Oh, goddess…”
Near boneless in my arms, his ejaculate dripped from his softening length down the muscles of his abs. I blinked twice and inhaled. Dim light drifted through long, thin holes pockmarking the stone ceiling, sending slivered sunbeams over the water. They played over every inch of Makir’s body, highlighting the curves of muscle and shadowing the dips. An image forever saved in my memory.
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Ileaned into thesolidness of Geo as he carried me through the hot spring. Always so gruff on the outside, I now had a little more insight into his inner workings. Under the belly sucking and squared shoulders lay a tender heart.
Blessedly cool after our last mating, I couldn’t help but rub the pad of my index finger through the wet fur that covered Geo’s chest. The dark, springy curls begged to be touched. I loved the sensation of the coarse locks clinging to the length of my finger.
Though my heat amplified every sense, I longed for our tentative connection to have taken root the same in Geo as in me. With each greedy wave, I rode emotion and parkedreason.
“You good now?” Geo placed me on my feet as we reached the shallow shoreline of the hot pool. His hands lingered below my ribs as if he didn’t want to put me down.
