Barbarian's Prize(63)

He leans in to kiss me, his mouth moving lightly against mine. “If you want to stop now, we can.”

I smile up at him. “There’s no chance of that happening. I’m claiming you as my mate. I want you inside me.”

Salukh gives me an intense kiss in response, his teeth lightly scoring my lower lip. He lifts his head and closes his eyes for a moment, as if steeling himself, and then looks at me. “Shall I…possess you now?”

I bite my lip and nod up at him. I want this. I want him. I touch his cheek, full of love for this tender but possessive man. He’s so perfect for me. I spread my legs wider as he reaches down between us and settles his cock at the entrance to my body. My blood is pounding in my veins and I’m filled with a wild sort of eagerness that surprises me. It feels like…like something big is about to happen. Like I’m about to orgasm again.

Which is silly, because he hasn’t even penetrated me. I’m just excited that we’re finally going to be together, I decide. I stroke at his gorgeous, thick hair and move my hands over his muscles, just pleased with being able to touch him and play with this big, glorious body of his.

I feel him fit the head of his cock against me, and then give a gentle push. The moment he does, my heart starts to pound a little harder. And harder still, even as I gasp at the feeling of him entering me. He’s going slow, but that doesn’t disguise the fact that he’s not equipped like a human guy, and everything about him is enormous. I feel stretched full, my body tight as he inches into me, and the blood is pounding so hard in my veins that I feel like I’m going to explode.

Then his eyes meet mine, and I realize…I’m not the only one with a pounding heart. I can hear his. It’s pounding so loud and so quickly that—

It’s not pounding. He’s purring. I’m purring too.

We’re resonating.

I gasp and put a hand to his chest, over his heart. “Salukh!”

“I feel it,” he grits out. “I knew. I have always known you were mine, Tee-fah-nee.”

A happy sob escapes my throat, and I fling my arms around his neck. “You did! You did, and I should have listened. Oh, I love you so much.”

His lips brush over mine. “This changes nothing. You were mine before resonance, and you are yet mine.”

“I am,” I choke out, tears sliding down my cheeks. “I’m all yours.” I arch my back. “Take what is yours.”

In response, my mate’s body stiffens over mine.

“What? What is it?”

His forehead presses against mine and he closes his eyes. “I need a moment. The resonance…”

I understand. The resonance – while amazing and totally welcome – is making it hard for him to keep control. He is a virgin, after all, and this is his first time. The fact that the resonance is ratcheting things up? No wonder he’s struggling for control. I smooth a hand down his side, touching him because I can’t seem to help myself. I’d probably die if I stopped touching him in this moment. I can wait.

Right here, right now, I feel complete. My mate is buried deep inside me, my breast is resonating to him, and the world feels full of wonder and opportunity.

Salukh thrusts into me shallowly, then freezes again. “I…do not know,” he begins, and then groans. “You…but—“

“You’re fine,” I murmur, stroking a hand over his cheek, his brow, down his hair. God, I just want to keep touching him everywhere. “We can go fast. We have all the time in the world for more.”

Even as I say the words, it strikes me with wonder. We do have all the time in the world. We absolutely, positively belong to each other now. Our khuis have paired us and there’s no chance that another person can ever come between us. I could laugh for the sheer joy of it.

“I do not wish to frighten you, Tee-fah-nee,” Salukh grits out. “But…if I move, I do not believe I can move slow.” His brow is dotted with sweat, and strain shows in his face. The cords of his neck stand out, as if it’s taking everything he has not to just go buck wild on me.

But…I’m down for buck wild.

“Salukh?” I whisper. “Lean in for me?”

He does.

I knot my hand in his hair and bite at his jaw, then run my tongue along the mark.

He growls low in his throat, the sound nearly lost with the steady thrum of our resonance. A moment later, he bares his teeth in a snarl, the look in his eyes wild.

And he pounds into me with a quick, brutal stroke.

I gasp. A million sensations rocket through me – the ridges of his cock dragging against my inner walls, the push of his spur against my clit, the feeling of his penetration – it’s all incredible. I still know I’m safe, and it’s a little shocking – and exciting – to see my self-contained Salukh lose his cool. I put my hands on his hips and dig my nails in. “That’s it, baby. Lose control for me.”