Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“You’re amazing,” she whispers, sliding her arms around my neck.
“Dakota safe, happy…Murr happy,” I tell her. It’s as simple as that. Whatever my mate wants, this is what I want, too. We have plenty of time to figure out what the future looks like.
For now, I want to touch my mate. My wife.
With my mouth on hers, I slide my hand between her thighs. She’s slick and heated, and her legs part to welcome my touch. Dakota makes a needy sound and kisses me harder.
We need no blue circles to enjoy each other.
CHAPTER 72
MURR
I push my sweet mate’s thighs apart, eager to explore her cunt with my fingers and my tongue. The moment her knees separate, I’m hit with a wave of her incredible scent. She is musky and rich, her perfume drenching the air around us and making my mouth water.
“Kiss now,” I tell her, tongue thick. I drag a finger through the cleft between her thighs. “Here.”
She sucks in a breath, and I can feel her tremble. “Okay.”
I touch her again, stroking my finger through her folds, and slide lower so I can admire her body. Her thighs are quivering as I glide a hand over them, pale but hard with muscle underneath her soft skin. Between her legs she has a tuft of curls that cover her cunt, a surprising difference between a drakoni and a human, but a delightful one. I like this. I find it fascinating. She has tufts under her arms, too, just as charming as the one between her legs. It amplifies her scent and makes me long to bury my face there. The skin underneath her tuft is flushed with color, the flesh here a deeper shade than her pale thighs. Wetness gleams when I slide my finger through her cleft again, and I long to taste it. I want to kiss her here like she kissed me, and make her feel just as good as I feel right now.
But I do not have to have the mind link to know that she is skittish right now, my Dakota. It’s in the rapid rise and fall of her breath, the trembling of her limbs. I stroke her leg like I would one of my cats, and gaze into her eyes. “Good?”
“Just nervous,” she admits. “I haven’t done this in a long time.”
“Want stop?”
“No, of course not.” Dakota reaches out and caresses my face lightly with her fingertips. “I’m just…in my head. That’s all. I’m enjoying this, I promise.”
Reassured, I situate myself between her thighs. I press my lips to her knee, and she quivers, but her scent grows richer. That is a good sign. I want to drown in her arousal. I want it so thick in the air that I can taste it with every breath I take. I kiss along the inside of her thigh, moving inward, taking my time so Dakota grows comfortable with my touches. Her fingers move to my mane and she sinks her hands into it, scratching at my scalp.
I kiss the inside of her thigh again and ease the other over my shoulder, so my face is in the perfect spot. “Good?” I check with her, just in case. “Or stop?”
“Good,” she reassures me, her eyes luminous. Her mouth is flushed from licking her lips, and as our gazes meet, I smell another burst of her arousal.
I kiss the top of her mound, then look up again. “Good?”
A hint of a smile curves her mouth. “Yes, good. Thank you for asking.”
A smile. We are getting somewhere. With a grin, I kiss the tuft and slide a fingertip through her wet cleft. “Good?”
This time, laughter bursts from her and she tightens her fingers in my mane. “You can keep going!”
Her chuckles have eased the last of her anxiety, and the legs that frame my head no longer tremble with uncertainty. I understand so much about my Dakota now. She has had to be fierce and capable for so long that she does not know how to let her guard down. It is up to me—with laughter and kisses—to ease her into being comfortable. I kiss her again, and then move lower, letting my tongue tease where her flesh parts.
She sucks in a breath, holding me close. “Murr…”
“Still good?”
“Still good.” Dakota is breathless now.
I glide the tip of my tongue through her folds, exploring her like this, as it seems that lip kisses will not be nearly as effective as using my tongue. This way, I get to taste her, and her taste is incredible. It’s the scent of her, but magnified a hundred times, and I could lick her for an entire afternoon and never get my fill. My cock aches, full of seed once again, but I am in no hurry.
Right between Dakota’s thighs, with my tongue on her cunt, is where I most want to be.