She probably should feel guilty for wanting to lock him to her. She didn’t. He was hers. He’d said so himself. Harley was merely ensuring her right to keep him, or so she rationalized her actions. Truth was, she didn’t feel worthy of him and feared what would happen when he realized it.
Naked, she dropped to her knees on the incredibly soft rug. “Come here.” She curled her fingers. “Fuck my mouth. Make me take your come.”
His eyes widened, but the heaving of his chest told her she’d guessed right. Gambling on another, she said, “Claim me and make sure no other can take what belongs to you.”
In a lithe move, he climbed off the bed. He straightened to his full height, and a wave of awe at the sight of Calan standing there in all his naked glory swept over her.
Huge. Powerful. Primal.
The words pinged inside her head.
One step in front of the other, he advanced on her, chin lowered and eyes burning her with their intensity. He stopped inches away, his cock in her face. With a rough tug, he pulled her hair. She had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“You want this? You want me to take my pleasure from you?”
She nodded. “Please.”
He rubbed his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “Thank you, my flower. I will give it back to you tenfold.” Using the hold he had on her, he lined up his cock to her mouth. “Now open, my mate, and let me use you.”
Chapter Thirteen
The gods had smiled upon him. He wouldn’t have been surprised if his stepmother, the goddess of love, hadn’t created Harley specifically for him. The softer emotions the thought brought, however, faded with the first swipe of Harley’s tongue along the length of his dick.
She licked him, root to tip, teasing the ridge around the head with each pass. Her appreciative moans added to her quicker pace. It was nice, made his cock hard and his balls draw up, but he wanted her to suck him deep and work him until he exploded.
He fisted her silken mass of curls. With his other hand, he gripped his shaft and fed it into Harley’s open mouth, needing to be in charge of the moment. The controlled push stretched her lips. His cock slid over her tongue, deeper and deeper, into the wet, warm, and welcoming haven she provided. The head met the back of her throat. He waited a moment, ensuring she didn’t feel any discomfort, and eased in more of his length. She breathed shallowly through her nose and relaxed her muscles.
He was thankful for the ability to touch her mind. He’d left himself open to her and had felt her discomfort earlier. The knowledge that she hadn’t let it stop her from worshipping him made the rightness of what they were doing grow. She would make him a perfect partner and lover.
Harley groaned around the hard flesh in her mouth. His thoughts skittered away. Passion took over. Calan pulled back, enjoying the wet slide over his dick, and pushed in without a moment wasted. In and out, he thrust shallowly, to the point where he tapped against the back of her mouth with every stroke.
The sensation of her mouth working him took him to the brink, but he wanted to savor her gift a little longer. She sucked as he thrust, curled her tongue as he withdrew. Moans, whimpers, and the bite of her nails in his ass turned the experience into one of heaven on earth.
He released the firm hold he had on her hair and cupped her face. Soft skin, rosy lips, and the brush of her eyelashes against her pale skin—the details imprinted on his mind.
So beautiful.
His siren, his mate, his lover.
“Harley, my Harley.” He slid his hands to her shoulders and took what she offered.
He fucked her mouth with quick short thrusts. She met his drives, sucking and licking. Tingles started at the base of his neck. She tilted her head, teasing him with a circling sweep of her tongue as she moved and drew him all the way in. Her throat closed around his dick, squeezing and milking. An electric pulse raced down his spine to his balls. They tightened, his release imminent. He fought it.
Sweat dripped off his forehead. His muscles tensed, and he trembled under the force it took to resist the orgasm she was determined to rip from him. The low hum that crawled up her throat made the struggle worthwhile.
“Fuck, Harley.” He held her head between his hands and gave her his pleasure. His release jerked his cock, rushing up the length and spilling down her throat. He groaned, never wanting the pulse or her greedy sucking to end.
She swallowed every last drop.
Breathing hard, he staggered and struggled not to topple over. Her nails pressed into his backside gave him a focus point. He locked his knees and concentrated on Harley and the motion of her tongue. Slow licks around and over his sensitive length hardened him again. She eased back, a surprised look on her face.
She’d learn he was nothing like a human male. He could fuck her, over and over, all damn night, and not tire of his mate.
He brushed his thumb over her swollen lips. “Thank you, flower.”
A pleased smile spread over her face. She reminded him of a goddess—his goddess. “Mmm, you’re welcome.”
Calan pulled her to her feet and captured her mouth. The taste of his come on her sweet lips tore a groan from his throat. He licked the recesses of her mouth, the combination of the flavors heady and addicting.
Stories repeated in his head of the fairies from the time when the race had been beloved to all. They were known to be the greatest lovers but also the most dangerous to tangle with. They could ensnare any male with their flavor, their kisses, their passion.
