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“I’m sorry, little lion.”
Makir’s tail unwound, and its fluffy tip brushed the back of my neck. “It’s okay. I should’ve known standing next to an unmated male would trigger you.”
I moaned as he continued the soft graze of his tail over my neck. “It’s not okay. D’irk’s not a threat.” My fingers clenched on the cool ledge. “Yeah, I really need my scent on you right now. Can I?”
His lavender eyes fixed on mine with unnerving alertness. The contrast from his delirious gaze when he was in the throes of his heat left me feeling even more unsteady.
Driven to touch him, I plunged my tongue between his lips into the warmth of his mouth. He tasted like the herb mixture he’d been preparing, exotic and fresh.
“My alpha craves your consent.”
Makir’s silky swim trunks were so thin that every dip of his muscled thigh rippled as I swept my hand up his long leg. On a long groan, he replied, “An incomplete bond leaves an alpha’s claim unsecured. It’s a constant fight, or so I’ve been told.”
The velvety fur over his knee brushed against the side of my belly where my shirt rode up. A cascade of shivers surged through me. I slid my hand up his leg until the material bunched around his groin.
“I love claiming you, but when you’re not compromised by your heat, I want you to decide. I want you to say ‘no’ if you need to. You have free will with me.” A growl rumbled low in my belly as my thumb pressed against the base of his balls sheathed inside their protective pocket.
“I can’t believe you’re for real,” Makir muttered, his long fingers clutched at my biceps, and his eyes grew glassy. “Yes, Geo. I want you.”
The heaviness of the moment grew too much for me, coupled with the relief his ‘yes’ brought. I blurted, “Are there lots of gay Lornians?”
My free hand traced each bump of Makir’s rib cage before my mouth dipped forward to taste his nipple. They were a lighter blue, free of the velvety fur covering most of his body.
“Gay?” His whisper-soft tail fluttered up my spine. “We don’t go so far as to separate people that way, but yes, there are many same-gendered matches.” With nimble fingers, Makir unfastened the buttons he’d sewn on the other night.
Heat consumed me. The tether, even stronger with Makir’s consent, vibrated between us as my belly clenched in anticipation of his touch.
“Lift.” My voice was gruff as I coaxed his hips off the counter.
The lavender of his eyes swirled with desire. I focused on his swim trunks, which I removed in one smooth motion before tossing them to the floor. His swollen purple head peeked out of its protective pocket when I lowered him again. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and the surface of my skin grew so hot it might power a nuclear reactor.
“Have to taste you,” I groaned. My fingertips teased the inside edge of his protective pocket, a horizontal slit that extended across where his belly button might have been if he’d had one. In a flash, I tucked it under his large, hairless balls.
Makir purred so loudly it overpowered the music, and he leaned in to kiss me. “You’re going to tasteme?”
“No, I have to taste you.” I dragged my nose down his torso, over the sensitive skin under his exposed protective pouch, drowning in the stronger scent pooling there. On instinct, I dove to the wide base of his cock, lapping up traces of ginger and juniper with long sweeps of my tongue. I rubbed my bristled cheeks and chin along the underside of Makir’s firm balls.
“W-w-what are you doing?” Makir writhed on the countertop. The fluffy tip of his tail spread open, and he suctioned little darting kisses behind my ears.
I grew harder than the concrete he sat on as his purr vibrated up my spine. His scent filled my nose and his juniper taste melted in my mouth. I licked up the smooth blue skin of his shaft and twirled my tongue over the fat purple head.
Makir’s purr turned to whimpers, and he lifted my chin with a gentle hand. “Geo. Stop. Alphas don’t pleasure omegas this way.”
“Not happening. I want this. I need to apologize.” My jaw widened and unhinged over the fat head of his cock. I brushed off the momentary panic before accepting it as another adaptation to his omega call. His musky flavor spread over my tongue, and I lapped like a starved man. Every nerve buzzed and snapped like a live wire. The suction of his tail latched onto my nipple, and he drew on it, sucking in a way that drove me insane. He left me no choice but to release his throbbing dick, throw my head back and roar, “Hell yeah!”
Makir pulled my head back down to his groin. “Geo…please.”
Before swallowing another mouthful of cock, I mumbled, “I knew you’d love it.”
With the calloused pad of my thumb circling the small protrusion he called his tine, I watched his blue lion’s mane tumble wildly around his shoulders. I pumped his long shaft with the other hand and rubbed my lips over his ripe and leaking head.
Makir’s purr turned into a whine. “W-what are you doing to me?”
I kicked my leg behind me and snagged one of the wide stools under Makir’s table closer with my foot. Now I sat at the perfect height to grab his ass and pull him to the counter’s edge.
“If you like that, little lion, you’ll love this.” My voice was a deep baritone I didn’t recognize.
Makir placed his feet on either side of the stool for balance, hips writhing, but I forced them back to the counter and wrapped my lips around his cock, pistoning him deep into my throat. His eyes were squeezed shut, and every taut muscle pulsed, needing release. When Makir picked up the rhythm on his own, I reached up to his nipples and tugged on them.
