Slowly, he worked the digit deeper into the slick passage. As much as it killed him, he took his time, stopping and allowing her to adjust to the unfamiliar penetration. It wasn’t long before her hips were backing into his short, shallow thrusts. His gut clenched and a pulse of seed spurted from his cock head as he watched Tamar fucking her ass on his finger.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered and, bending forward, snaked his arm around her waist and circled her clit. Her scream delighted his ears and soul more than the most perfect melody. It strummed the strings of his heart, dragged a mating song from his spirit that belonged only to her—to them.
Pulling back, he ignored her wail of denial and, seizing his cock, arrowed his aching flesh toward her pussy. He thrust forward, burying himself in one stroke. She mewled beneath him and bucked wildly, filled by both his cock and finger.
A sharp, avian screech was ripped from him. Her pussy, so wet and hot, clutched him. Her ass, glass smooth and snug, gripped his finger. He was consumed by Tamar even as he possessed her. Rational thought gave way to lust and love. The animal overtook the man and his control splintered. He couldn’t hold back the primal roar that originated in his soul and rolled out of his throat.
Adding another finger, he pumped into her ass, stretching and filling the channel. Her cries melded into one long wail of pleasure. His cock plunged into her pussy, riding her with complete abandon as he lost himself in the lust that tormented them both.
It hit with the force of a battering ram. The orgasm nailed him, blasting from his balls, sizzling up his cock to explode in thick heart-stopping jets of seed over and over. Her ecstatic cries reached him as electricity licked up his spine, across his shoulder blades and burst free, bringing his wings with it.
How long they lingered in that place of ecstasy, he didn’t know. It seemed to last forever, but damn, not long enough. When Tamar stirred beneath him, he wanted to reach out, grab her, tell her to wait. Tell her that reality with its ugly truths would invade their haven soon enough.
But he couldn’t put it off. Her life was literally at stake.
He levered himself off her prone boneless body, easing his cock out of her pussy and his fingers from her ass. She emitted a tiny whimper but remained still. Her breathing evened, deepened.
Sucking in an audible breath, Nicolai shifted next to her, his hip brushing her bent elbow.
“Tamar.” He brushed the tangled, glorious spirals from her cheek and gazed at her lovely face, loose with pleasure. Damn, he hated to take that expression and replace it with fear, anger…hate. “Tamar.”
“Hmmm…” Slowly, she lifted her lashes and looked up at him, eyes cloudy with sated passion.
“I have something to tell you.”
Chapter Ten
Tamar stood at the bedroom window, peering into a pearly sky dabbed with streaks of pink and orange. The sun crept over the mountains, spilling its light over the land. This range had remained the same for eons, unchanging, constant.
In contrast, her world had just flipped on its axis, hit reverse and become a strange wilderness that had left her confused and scared.
Nicolai’s words flew through her mind on fast forward, speeding by until they became a blur—mate, transformation, changing, death.
She lifted her hands to her head and gripped it as if she could stabilize this crazy ride her life had turned into.
If what Nicolai told her was true, her life had just boiled down to two options.
Option A. Refuse to accept this mating bond and die a horrible, painful death.
Option B. Accept the mating and die spiritually.
Both sucked. On the surface, being torn into pieces would seem to suck a wee bit more then turning into a supernatural beast. But one death would be quick—albeit agonizing—while the other would be drawn out and, in the end, just as painful.
She loved Nicolai…she couldn’t deny her feelings for him. But she was scared. So scared it leached the warmth from her skin. Her fear reached soul deep where the root of her worry and panic huddled in a shivering ball.
To accept him meant losing herself—her humanity, her independence, her home, her job. Depending on another man again for her comfort, well-being and existence… She shuddered, rubbed her palms over her bare arms. The idea terrified the shit out of her. Where would it leave her? What would it leave her? Not human. Not secure.
Not Tamar.
Nicolai had called her brave, but she didn’t know if she was that courageous.
“I know I’ve hit you with a lot and I’m sorry,” Nicolai murmured from where he sat on the edge of the mattress. She turned and her heart lurched. With his head lowered, his elbows perched on his thighs and his hands hanging between his legs, dejection emanated from him. He blamed himself. She heard it in his explanation, in the number of times he apologized for placing her in danger.