I startled, yanking my attention up to his face. His smugness was clear even on inhuman features.
“I need you to lie down.”
My hands fluttered toward the nest as I struggled not to stare at his shaft. My core clenched and cramped, legs dripping with my arousal. A puddle formed beneath me as I squirmed on the stone.
“As you wish.”
He stepped around me, careful not to rumple the furs as he settled on top. His eyes locked on mine as he lay back, lacing his fingers over his belly.
“Like this?”
I bit my lip, forcing myself to focus and not let my gaze roam. The cave had grown too warm, and a trickle of sweat traced my spine, making me wish I wasn’t still wearing my dress.
“Yes.”
Looking down at the pelts I had left, I brought my mind back to building the nest. Smoothing the creases from when he lay down, I tested the thickness of padding beneath him and added layers where necessary until there was only one fur left.
Stroking the soft, short fur, I let my eyes wander over the nest and the male within it. He remained perfectly still, his gaze trained on me. He was so large, he almost fell outside the confines of the depression, but I’d adjusted the furs until he lay cradled and cushioned.
Then I realized his horns kept his head from resting the way mine would.
Rolling the last pelt, I fluffed and flattened it, moving until I knelt behind his head. The fire had died down some, and his eyes looked like black pools as they stared up at me. Nostrils flaring, he held still. Watching.
“Raise your head.”
My voice was a bare whisper, but he obeyed, lifting his head the short distance I needed to tuck the pelt beneath his neck and skull. He relaxed again, the makeshift pillow fitting perfectly between his horns.
Licking my lips, I stared down at him. My mind had grown fuzzy while I worked, focused on the task at hand, but now that I’d finished, the fog lifted and I was unsure what to do next. Part of me felt silly for making such a fuss of it when I knew he was bound to move, but instinct insisted it be perfect.
“Are you happy now?”
The rumbled question had my eyes darting over the nest again, warmth blooming in my chest when I realized I was.
Until I spotted his neglected erection bobbing in the air. The glisten on his tip had flowed into a trail, glossing the length of it.
My brows drew together as I frowned.
“No.”
Chapter 6
Av’dag
Her response brought an end to my purr, the unexpected negative shocking me out of the lulled state I’d been in. Her hands gripped the sides of her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion before she tossed it to the side.
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her, a low growl leaving my chest before I could stop it. Her breasts lay heavy against her ribs, her belly and hips gently rounded. I raised my head to follow her but froze when she stepped within the bounds of her creation, dropping to straddle my knees.
Her lips were on my cock before I knew what she was doing. Breath stuttering at the feel, I couldn’t stop myself from cradling her head, mindful of my claws.
Lips stretched wide, she engulfed the tip. Little swirls from her tongue made my toes curl, and when she hummed, she brought a spurt of fluid from me that she gulped down without releasing my flesh.
Small hands wrapping around my shaft, she pumped up and down the length, milking me for more as she continued suckling. I couldn’t stop my grunts and snarls, the sensation almost too much.
Curling my hand in her hair, I tugged until she popped free. My little omega struggled to take me back into her mouth, but I was too close to shaming myself. Her eagerness alone would be enough to push me over the edge.
Using her hair, I dragged her body up along mine until the wet valley between her thighs added to the saliva coating my shaft as it rubbed between her folds. I wrapped my other arm around her hips, grinding her on my length as I forced her to arch her back, bringing her breasts in perfect reach of my mouth.
Tongue darting out, I licked over one stiff bud before turning to the other and pulling it into my mouth. I let her feel the rake of my teeth on her breast as I sucked the nipple deep, not breaking the flesh, but making her gasp as she writhed atop me.