He pushed off me, stood at the foot of the bed, stripped. Naked. He was magnificent. All sharp angles and bulging muscle. His chest could grace the cover of a thousand romance novels, and his washboard abs? I wanted to lick them. Rub my nipples over them. Rub me all over them.
I came up onto my elbows to watch as he shucked his pants. “Wow,” I said when his cock bobbed before him. Thick, long, bulging veins and a glorious crown.
His hand gripped the base and he stroked the full length. “Those scraps of fabric are sexy, but I want you bare, mate. I want to see what belongs to me.”
Well, I didn’t want to have the whole mate-not-mate, this is never going to work out argument right this moment. I wanted that hard, long, rigid cock filling me up. I sat up, undid my bra, worked off my panties until I was naked before him.
He took a step closer, ran a knuckle over one nipple, then pushed me back with a gentle nudge to my shoulder.
I fell on my back, knees bent. He climbed onto the bed, parted my thighs and stared.
I wasn’t usually that self-conscious naked, but I was now. I was wet, ridiculously so, and he wouldn’t miss it glistening on my thighs, my pussy. I shaved… there, keeping it neat and trim. I refused to go completely bare, but I hoped he liked what he saw. Pussies came in all shapes and colors and god, did I look appealing to him?
He groaned and practically dove between my legs. His mouth was on me, like my juices were the sustenance that he needed to stay alive.
I arched my back and wrapped my knees around his head. “Oh shit!” I cried.
The feel of his mouth was like dumping kerosene on a fire. Hot, intense, brilliant heat.
My temperature rose to a feverish level. I could feel the shudders passing through me, the ache intensifying as the energy built between us.
I needed him, not just to fuck me, but to cover me, burn his energy into me. I needed to absorb it, fill myself up with him.
I’d been primed and ready to come forever, it seemed. This Ardor thing had me on the brink of coming in seconds. I’d had a guy go down on me before, but it hadn’t been like this. It was like Thor was learning my taste, every curve and hot spot.
The Ardor went from simmer to explosion and I twisted my fingers in his hair, pulled him up my body. “More.” I needed. That was all I had to give him.
“Tell me what you want,” he commented, kissing and licking his way up my body. Every touch was like a brand, his hot breath fanning my needy flesh.
He pushed up onto his elbows, hovered over me, moved so his hips were between mine. He looked down at me with slick lips, a slight grin.
“You. Thor, please.” I arched my back, squirming under him, trying to take him in, get him where I really, really needed him to be.
“You’re beautiful,” he commented, not lifting his eyes from mine. His cock slid over me there, the head circled my core, taunting me, teasing me. Though I knew he was a virgin, he definitely wasn’t acting as if he’d never touched a pussy, or seen one before. Then I remembered Leo stating he’d taken some sex-ed classes, that all guys on Alera were required so their mate—when found—would be well-pleased.
“Stop making me beg,” I pleaded, squirming and ready.
“Need a big cock filling you up?” he asked, lowering himself so that our lips touched, our breath mingled. He settled his cock at my entrance. The hard, yet hot, tip pressed against me.
“Yes. Now!” I cried, frustrated. I hooked a foot behind his back and tried to pull him down.
“You’re mine. My mate.”
I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t go there. Not right now. Tears of frustration leaked from the corner of my eye. He saw it, kissed the wetness away.
“You’re mine. Whatever is between us, we will figure it out. I’m not letting you go.” He didn’t wait a second longer, just pushed in, one thick, long inch at a time.
He wasn’t breathing, just watching my face as he filled me completely, connecting us.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” he finally said when he bottomed out, when I’d taken all of him.
My inner walls clenched, trying to adjust to him. I rocked up, taking him a touch deeper. I used my heels on his back once again to push him in. “More. Please.”
He grinned, but it was hard-edged, as if he were still holding on to his control. “As my mate wishes.”
He settled his lips on mine, taking everything, giving everything, and fucked me. There was no other word for it. Hard, deep, thorough. He moved as if learning what felt good, watching to know what I liked, what made my back arch, made moans slip from my lips.
My Ardor rose with a roar to claim what it wanted, pulling his heat inside my body everywhere our skin touched. I rubbed my legs on his, buried my hands in his hair, held him to me, taking his kiss. His touch. His heat.