Ilian growls, shifting underneath me, but doesn’t attempt to take over. He lets me explore his mouth, and I love every second of it.
Arousal pools within me, my body having recovered from the previous mind-blowing orgasm. I spread my legs, letting my feet drop on either side of his large frame while I straddle the monster.
“I want to taste you,” I pant.
“You are tasting me.”
An unladylike snort escapes me. “I meant your cock.” Ilian’s whole body jerks, and I grin. “Is that a ‘yes’?”
He doesn’t answer, just nods his head. I shimmy back down the length of his length, knowing we’ll both enjoy the friction, until I’m staring at the top of his maroon sweats.
With quick efficiency, I open them up to reveal another patch of light gray fur that vees together from his sides.
It’s thick and matted, and Ilian reaches in to help me, pulling out his cock from underneath the hirsute pelt, but all I can do is stare.
For months and months, I’ve tried to imagine and visualize what Ilian Yaniqu’s cock looks like since my research turned up nothing.
It’s always been good enough, but whatever the hell my subconscious is tripping on tonight has knocked it out of the park.
The dark length is appallingly huge—apparently, my subconscious is a size queen—but the coloring is what captivates me.
It’s the same dark gray of his horns, melting into black at the very base where it disappears into his fur—but the tip is stark white, seemingly made of the same bone as his face.
Beneath the tapered tip are deep ridges that smooth out the further down his cock you go, but at the base, large spikes jut out that I eye with equal parts interest and worry.
But then I remember this is a dream. Ilian can’t hurt me—won’t hurt me—and I can simply let myself enjoy the moment.
I smile in pure joy at this, catching Ilian’s pink gaze. With a wink, I wrap both hands around his length, enjoying his groan.
My turn.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ilian
My mate’s mouth descends upon my stoyuk, and I’m lost. Her tongue encircles the bone tip before dipping to lick the grooves just underneath it.
My eyes shutter closed as I go limp. My previous sexual encounters were brief and with other monsters. None of them were human, and none ever touched me as Zhuliya is now.
Exquisite doesn’t even begin to describe how her lips feel. I could bask in the haven of her silken mouth forever.
Of course, no sooner than I think this, Zhuliya pops off with a delicious smack of her lips. Her dark brown gaze roams over my face, drinking in my expression of pure bliss.
“I love your cock. I’ve dreamed about it for months.”
She’s dreamt of me for months?
“Stoyuk,” I mumble, barely able to string together a coherent thought.
“Stoyuk?”
“It’s the Ithaquan word for ‘cock’.”
“Hmm, I wonder if I search that word…”
Zhuliya trails off, leaving me baffled by her meaning. Her mouth resumes its exploration, and my hips lift from the floor of their own accord.
“Be still, my mate,” she teases, echoing my words from before.
Hearing Zhuliya call me her ‘mate’ sends me into a frenzy. I yank her atop of me so she can touch her tongue to mine like before.
Her pussy pins my stoyuk between our bodies, and I shudder when she slides up and down the length of it.
I can still taste her, and I inhale sharply at the memory as Zhuliya’s scent inflames me even more.
She’s just as pink as I imagined but a thousand times softer, and I wonder how she’ll feel wrapped around—
“Ilian, I need you inside of me.”
Fuck, how can I deny her when she says things like that?
Deep down, I know this is wrong. It doesn’t matter that Zhuliya consents—she didn’t say ‘yes’ to me imprinting upon her and she deserves to know the facts to make an informed choice.
But I can’t stop. No matter how much I run from my execrable past, I can’t escape. Living among humans doesn’t make me one of them.
I’m not civilized—I’m a monster—and this is my mate.
