“Oh god—”
“Ulyen, his name is Ulyen.”
“I’m not calling for him!”
I laugh. “But you should be!”
Zhuliya growls, the sexy little sound an attempt to mimic me. “Help me move!”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice, and I wrap my claws over the belt wrapped around my mate’s waist.
My stomach muscles burn as I lean forward as far as I can go and slam Zhuliya into me. She cries out, thrusting her hips forward and grinding her clit against the grooves I carved for this very reason.
“More,” she begs, bracing a hand on either side of my stoyuk before dipping her head down to graze her tongue over the tip.
Fuck, this woman undoes me.
I set a drilling pace that leaves us both breathless as Zhuliya fucks me with my own horn. Each thrust into my ass sends a fissure of pleasure dancing along my spine.
With my hands doing most of the work for her, my mate teases my stoyuk with every thrust. Her lovely fingers, inked with bones, capture my hard length and stroke it in time with our movements.
Dots dance before my eyes as my vision narrows. My horn touches a place deep inside of me I never knew existed.
It makes my stoyuk pulse like nothing else, and I know that I’m going to come soon—and hard.
But first my mate.
Zhuliya’s thighs shake under my hold, and I reach further around to cup the cheeks of her rounded bottom.
Slipping a claw into the crevice, I tease her the way I know she likes as well as drive my one spur deeper into her pussy.
She rubs her clit against the grooves, jerking my stoyuk up and down, racing me to the finish line.
In the end, we come together. My release barrels from the base of my skull straight into my throbbing stoyuk. All the while, my ass clenches as volcanic waves of bliss wash over me.
My mate sobs as she comes, pushing into me as far as possible. For a small eternity, we remained locked together until she collapses onto me, wriggling in the mess I made across my stomach.
With slightly trembling digits, I loosen the belt and toss my debauched horn to the side so that I can properly cuddle the woman, but she eludes my hold to lick up my seed.
“Soyam, how many times do you want me to come this night?”
“Two is not that many.”
“I refuse to spend again until you have.” Picking her up, I hold Zhuliya until her pussy rests just above my still hard length. “Again?”
“Again—I mean, we have to until Ulyen arrives, right?”
A dry chuckle escapes my lips. “Indeed, but tell me if you’re too sore.”
Zhuliya wrinkles her nose. “I’m fine. Less talk, more orgasms.”
For this, I smack her ass, and she moans as I notch the head of my stoyuk between her pink lips.
“More?”
“Stop teasing me, Ilian!”
“I love the sound of my name on your tongue.”
“What else do you love on my tongue?”
She eases down further with my help, taking me past my ridges. “My cum.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers, tossing back her head, and I shove her further down with quick, staccato thrusts.
When she’s nearly seated, I twist her around so that her back faces me while I continue to recline on the ground.
Then I reach over to grab my horn that was once inside us both and angle the spur Zhuliya used to fuck herself to now pleasure her ass as she did mine.
My mate begs me to go harder and faster, her words becoming too jumbled to understand until all I can make out is her chanting one phrase—oh god.
Once more, Zhuliya comes with a roar, her pussy clenching like a hot glove around my stoyuk, and I can’t help but follow her.
“Oh god, oh god!”
Her cries reach a crescendo before she crumples, spent from our exertions. Sweaty and winded, I wonder how much more either of us can take when a voice calls out.
“You summoned?”
