Chapter Thirty-Two
Mary held Rykaur’s large wrist against her lips and ravenously took his blood into her mouth.
She felt rabid, feverish somehow, as if she couldn’t get enough. In that moment, she longed for fangs of her own—fangs she could sink into his neck, his thighs, his sex. The thought startled her.
A long, low growl came from his throat, and Mary realized he’d read her erotic thoughts. She didn’t care. She wanted him to know her feelings for him…about him.
The stretching, slightly painful sensation of his entry began to ease, and Mary tilted her pelvis up, seeking, needing something only he could give.
Rykaur lifted his wrist from her mouth, gripped her legs, and draped them over his shoulders.
His hands came up to rest near her head, and he thrust deep.
Mary cried out in ecstasy, the new position allowing him a much deeper entry than before.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he pumped into her again and again.
Nothing had ever felt as incredible as having Rykaur deep inside her body. Coupled with his blood now flowing through her, Mary was in a place she never thought possible.
Tears of ecstasy spilled from her eyes as Rykaur made love to her mind while he drove into her body with long, calculated strokes.
Her insides began to pulse with an impending orgasm. With every pass of his thick, mushroom-shaped head against her vaginal walls, more nerves were stimulated until Mary thought she could take no more.
She was wrong.
Rykaur jerked back onto his haunches, flipped her onto her stomach, and entered her from behind.
Mary could only hold on as Rykaur slipped one arm beneath her chest to anchor her against him, and slid his other hand under her hips to stroke her aching sex into a frenzy.
A hoarse scream ripped from her to be captured by the pillow she’d buried her face in.
“Come for me,” he growled, driving deeper into her.
Mary’s entire body seized with the orgasm spreading through her. Like a wave on the ocean, it started in her center, traveled up her back, and crashed its way back to her core.
Rykaur slammed into her with a mighty roar, his voice inside her mind chanting over and over, “I love you, I love you…I love you.”
Mary shuddered beneath him, holding on to his words with all her strength. She tucked them away inside her heart, for fear she’d awaken one day and realize she’d imagined them. “I love you too, Rykaur. Now and forever.”
Lifting off her, Rykaur rolled to his back. “Come here.”
“I’m not sure I can move,” she breathed, her face still buried in the pillow. Little aftershocks of her orgasm continued to pulse within her.
Rykaur leaned up and kissed the back of her neck. “Was I too rough with you?”
Mary gave a throaty laugh. “Are you kidding me? That was the most amazing feeling ever. No wonder people do it on a daily basis. If you weren’t so big, I’d demand it more than once a day.”
He turned her over and pulled her head down to his shoulder. “There are other ways to pleasure you besides entering you. I will strive to keep you satisfied, my fiery-haired mate.”
Mary snuggled closer, testing the waters by purposely probing his mind.
His thoughts suddenly invaded her senses like the fluttering wings of a thousand butterflies.
She saw herself through his eyes. The adoration, the longing, the loyalty.
And then she witnessed herself splayed out before him, her eyes closed in pleasure as he held something small and smooth against her aching center.
“Rykaur?” she said aloud.
He kissed the top of her head. “Those are heat stones that you saw. They hold heat inside them for days, omitting a warmth that aids in drawing blood to the surface.”
Understanding dawned, and with it a throbbing sensation in the very place she’d seen him holding that stone.
“As I said,” he rumbled, tugging her leg over his stomach. “There are many ways to pleasure you without entering you.”
Mary stretched, loving the feel of his stomach beneath her thigh. “But I like you inside me. The pressure and sensations are amazing.”
“Be careful what you say, my mate. I cannot take you again so soon. Your body has yet to grow accustomed to mine.”
“Fine.” Mary sighed, snuggling closer. “Talk to me, then. Take my mind off your smell.”
Rykaur laughed. “My smell?”
“Yes. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t seem to get enough of it. You smell masculine and clean. Something about your scent makes me want to bite you.”
Another chuckle escaped him. “You can bite me anytime you like, sweet Mary. As long as I can bite you in return.”
“Deal. Now, what happened tonight with the king?”
Rykaur blew out a breath. “I am to leave for Cuba in one week’s time.”
“What?” Mary sprang up and stared into his eyes. “Next week?”
Rykaur sat up as well. “I am sorry, Mary. But Oz needs our help. I cannot in good conscience stay behind and leave him unprotected.”
“But I heard Zaureth say that you guys were bringing this Oz to Aukrabah.”
“It is a long story, Mary. One that I will tell you after you have eaten and had a good night’s sleep.”
Mary threw her feet over the side of the bed. “You talk while I make us something to eat.”