“She will, my mate.”
“Ugh, and what will the other Ithaqua think when they see me?”
“That I’m the luckiest monster in the world because you’re my mate.”
I tip her face up and kiss her deeply. She squirms under my touch when I snake my tongue out to dance with hers.
“Ilian, your ink—”
“It’ll be fine.”
“But what about researching—”
“It can wait until after.”
From this point on, we stop talking. I caress the lovely, black fur now covering her limbs, marveling how silky it feels.
I know human women shave—and I adore my mate’s satiny skin—but I also love seeing Zhuliya in an Ithaquan pelt.
For some reason, it makes me think of what our children might look like, and I want to breed her until my mate is full of my seed.
Letting Zhuliya go, I snarl, “Run.”
She stares up at me, her velvety gaze twinkling with mischief. “Make me.”
The little minx is helping me recreate the first time we mated, and I chase after her through the house.
“Don’t you dare break any of the furniture!” Zhuliya bellows, dashing down a hall and away from me.
“Brat! Get back here!”
Her merry laughter filters back to me until I finally catch her just outside of our bedroom. She pouts, her cherry red lips driving me crazy.
“Boo, you caught me.”
“You wanted me to.”
“What are you going to do with me now?”
“Teach you a lesson.”
“Ooooo,” she taunts.
I smack her ass through her jeans shorts before cupping her pussy. Even through the denim, her heat scorches my hand.
Popping the bottom and pulling down the zipper, I yank her shorts off and bury my face between her legs.
She yelps as I drive her back into the bed, her legs hooking around my horns. The broken one is now fully healed and gives Zhuliya something to anchor herself to as I make her come over and over.
Finally, my mate begs for mercy, and I flip her into her stomach, thrusting into her sopping pussy. My spur pushes into her ass, and Zhuliya convulses as another orgasm builds.
The beautiful expanse of her back is covered with fur, and I run a hand up and down it, wishing I could see her ink—the very thing that bonds us together.
“Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Know.” Thrust. “Howfuckingperfectyouare?”
My words are a jumbled slur as pleasure washes over me. I’m so close, but not until my mate comes again.
Zhuliya holds back, and I growl. It’s a game we play where I get her off as many times as possible before finding my own release.
Being the little brat that she is, my mate works twice as hard to tip me over the edge first. We both have our own tricks for making the other person come, and I snarl filthy things into Zhuliya’s ear as I jackhammer deep into her pussy.
She whimpers, and I smile triumphantly until she reaches back with a hand to hold mine. Her head twists to the side so Zhuliya can look me in the eye.
“Breed me, mark me, claim me—I’m yours.”
Her words send the primal, possessive part of my brain into hyperdrive, and I howl as my stoyuk jerks, filling my mate’s pussy just like she told me to do.
But my orgasm triggers her own, and together we cry out before collapsing on the very sturdy bed we share.
“I think I won that round technically.”
“Are you still keeping score?” I pant, barely able to catch my breath.
“Absolutely I am!”
“And?”
“You’re beating me by like a dozen orgasms.”
