Page 45 of Claiming Starlight
Sophie howled.
At that moment, the rough end of his tongue licked over her clit. Her howl went high as muscles seized and heat shot up and down her spine. Her body arched into release. He made her come with pleasure and a dirty kind of pain.
And then his tongue danced away, his touch on her breast relaxed, and he went back to licking around where she wanted. Missing it. Licking until she couldn’t take it and what she really wanted spilled out of her. More. She had to have more.
“Please, Micah. Taste me. Do it. Go deep. Touch me. Please. Inside. More. Bite me. Stop playing.”
The night took her words. Huffing into the wet seam of her body, he sank his tongue into her center and licked. Her mind fractured and her body jittered, like he was pulling directly on her nerves. Every soft dip of his tongue sent her into wild spasms. Over and over, every sloppy lick teased her clit bigger, building her desperation.
She heard herself saying it before she gave her mouth permission. “Bite me. Bite me. Own me. Bite me. Bite me.”
He growled into her, filled her with the vibration, poured joy and quivering butterflies into her before he lapped where she needed it. It was a lick that tugged at her flesh, pulled at her like fingers, and before Sophie adjusted to how that felt, he repeated the firm stroke several times, layering the feeling, making it good, taking her to that edge where she devolved into a creature of need.
And then he bit her.
Sophie screamed. She screamed as the night turned white behind her eyes. He worked her clit and her whole body jerked, coming again.Too much. While she was still shaking from it all, he rolled her over onto her stomach, scraping her thighs with his claws as he tucked her legs beneath her and put her butt in the air.
She felt his muzzle there again, a beast between her legs. It was almost too much when he licked inside. Her body sensitized in the extreme, Sophie wanted to thank him when he pulled back.
But he didn’t go far. His aura of heat and power rose up from behind, covering her smaller shape. She felt the soft hair of his thighs against hers and the press of his manhood. Oh, help her. That beastly shifter cock. She looked down between her legs. It was red from tip to base, bumpy with ridges on one side and strangely shaped. The tapered tip would fit, must fit, but everything after was too big. Too much.
He didn’t seem to care, and she couldn’t shape words with her mouth to protest as he fit them together. She felt the head of his cock breach her entrance. He held her hips and went slow. Sophie was very wet, but his invasion into her virgin body burned and stretched nonetheless. He rocked, keeping the strokes shallow and noisy, while Sophie clawed at the grass, gasping for breath.
It hurt. But he was putting his body inside of her, joining them together. Remaking always hurts. It was meant to hurt. If it didn’t hurt, how was she to know she was remade? He pushed into her, stretching her tiny pussy around his thick, determined cock. Strokes of fire that mimicked the licking of his tongue. Her breasts shook with every thrust as he tunneled deeper and deeper into her heart and being.
Making them one.
The burning, full stretch feeling increased. He leaned over her, curving his body around hers, bracing one arm by her head and the other around her waist, controlling every movement. Sophie whined and whimpered, taken over, filled up. Her mind snagged on the idea that they were one now. They were connected. The arm around her waist dipped between her legs, and with the lightest touch found her feminine nub, combining the high sweet pleasure there with the deeper in-out rub.
She was twisted into exquisite delight, felt it building in her center and rolling outward. Recognizing the sensation now, she pleaded.
“Micah, Micah, I’m going to—I’m going to come again. Please. Need you. Want.”
She didn’t know what she was asking for, just know she needed more. He found places she didn’t know existed. Did something with his fingers—did he pinch her clit? Pushing her over again into another climax, his hips thrust hard.
So much. Too much. He rammed himself inside of her, expanding. Pulled out, almost all the way so that she could feel an awful empty sensation before thrusting back inside—hard—again and again, but each time the hard steel pole of him was bigger, harder, thicker. His movements made sucking noises. She knew she was wet, but the drag of every thrust was raw heat against raw heat. It hurt, but there was no escape. Every pounding thrust scraped her down to the emotional level.
“Micah. Micah,” she whimpered his name. He answered with soft, warm, encouraging noises, licking her shoulder and the back of her neck, hips still moving. His teeth scraped over her skin as he licked, one hand still cupping her, holding her throbbing center while pushing her back into each forward jerk of his hips, sawing his member in and out of her body.
One more time, he went deep, and her center squeezed to keep him there, pleasure warring with pain. His cock grew, thickening, stretching her hole at the base as his thrusts became short jabs. She didn’t know what was happening, but suddenly, he was too big in her to move, and she felt a kick deep inside.
He made a noise that vibrated all along her back, and his mouth opened up on her neck, teeth on both sides, breaking skin as the first burst of his ejaculation hit the walls of her vagina.
Sophie cried, caught in his grip, helpless as Micah pumped her full of his seed.
Chapter Ten
Micah
Micah made Sophie his mate in his fur with the stars as his witness.
The sky in his previous life had been the same. But it lacked his Starlight.
Apocalypse Day broke things, turned worlds upside down—made no damn sense at all. He’d been reeling since the day he and his people ended up here. Without Avó and her kin, the pressure of transition would have ground them down to whiny, weakened, road-kill eaters.
But they became better. Even that cowardly idiot Ranalf learned to adapt. They survived and kept living when they thought everything lost, only to find it again.
Exhausted, bruised and well used, Sophie barely opened her eyes when Micah shifted to his skin, squeaking in protest when the cool air hit her sweaty, damp flesh. His poor little girl couldn’t keep her eyes open. After he’d claimed her with his bite and knotted her with his cock, he’d done it again and again. She’d walk bow-legged today, if she could walk at all.
