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“Do you like that?” He let go and traced the pads of his thumbs along the areolas.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Is that all? I think we can do better than that.”

He placed his thumbs over her nipples and applied a minute amount of pressure before he began thrumming the rounded swells. If there was one benefit to playing video games with the pack, it was achieving superfast and coordinated movements with his hands and fingers. Thumbs, when used properly on the female anatomy, could set a woman off like a bottle rocket.

“Oh god!” she gasped and her eyes flew open. She began writhing uncontrollably, her entire body quivering, legs squirming against the bed.

He chuckled and slowed the pace. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He bent his head and placed his lips at the arch beneath her right breast. He trailed his nose along the path created by her silken flesh, following the soft crease of skin. Making his way up and around, he moved his thumb and flicked his tongue across the nipple, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure as Ava’s hips lifted from the bed and rotated in a clockwise motion.

Making his way to her left breast, he decided to give his mate what she longed for. Latching on, he drew the bud into his mouth and bit down lightly. She jerked and moaned, the hand on his head urging him to continue. Slowly, he ran the tip of his tongue along the rim, capturing the surrounding area with his teeth. As responsive as she was, he was willing to bet he could make her come just by toying with her breasts.

“Diskant.” She sighed his name in a breathy whisper before releasing his head and melting into the pillows.

He groaned when his balls went tight, spasmed and a sizeable amount of semen exited the tip of his cock and slicked up the inside of his leathers. Soon he’d come whether he wanted to or not. Not that it mattered. The bonding heat was officially on, meaning he’d come until his sac was empty and he was shooting blanks. The beast in his pants wouldn’t have a problem remaining hard as a fucking diamond so long as Ava was game.

Abandoning the breasts of the century, he followed the indention of her stomach despite her soft wail of protest. “Poor baby, you want to come, don’t you?” he murmured against her belly, rubbing his nose in a wide circle around her navel.

“Yes,” she rasped in husky whisper.

He growled in approval, bolstered by the fact she’d answered without hesitation. Those nervous glances he’d received in the kitchen were long gone, replaced by pure, undeniable sexual need. In light of what he was about to do, he considered that a right good fucking thing.

Being relaxed, in this circumstance, was as important as the kindling for a fire.

His hands went to her hips and he snagged the thin edge of her panties in his thumbs. Extending his claws, he rent the lace in two. When the scrap of material fell away he used his hands to part her thighs and make room. Placing his shoulders between her bent knees, he moved slowly from side-to-side, forcing them apart.

His breath caught at the glorious sight laid out before him.

Her pussy lips were puffy, pink and swollen. The tiny, pearl-sized clit at the top was enlarged, revealing itself by escaping the confines of its protective hood. A glistening sheen coated the labia, the creamy dew of her cunt shimmering wickedly in the lighting.

Getting situated on his elbows and stomach, he pressed his left hand beneath her ass and cupped her cheek, slightly clawed fingers digging into the softness of her skin as he guided the weeping flesh toward his mouth. Bringing his right hand around, he parted her outer lips with his thumb and index finger, basking in the varying shades of pink and ivory that unfurled and left her completely vulnerable to his eyes, fingers and lips.

The scent of her arousal was simply too much, and his mouth became dry in anticipation of finally experiencing what he’d dreamed about for weeks. It was time to discover what this female—his female—tasted like.

He flattened his tongue and started at the perineum, licking the slick, honeyed flesh in a firm steady stroke. By the time he was midway to her clit she was trembling violently, fingers fisting the comforter so tightly her knuckles were a ghostly shade of white. He pressed the advantage, relishing and devouring the cream that gushed hotly from her pussy and coated his tongue. One good flick across that ever-swelling nub waiting at the finish line would send her over.

Releasing her inflamed labia, he quickly moved his fingers down, timing it so that two slid deeply into the welcoming heat of her sex as he drew her clit between his lips and sucked. She came in a maelstrom of high-pitched wails and violent thrashing, the velvety smooth vaginal walls spasming around his fingers.

“Please, Diskant.” She writhed beneath him. “Oh god, it’s too much.”

Relentless, he fed the intensity of her orgasm, forcing her to ride out wave after wave of pleasure even as he keyed her up all over again with fevered flicks of his tongue and started working toward a second. The newfound soreness and sensitivity of her clit would only take her higher, building into a climax that would have her seeing stars. All he had to do was force her to find the pleasure in the minimal pain, get her past the point of discomfort to bring on sheer bliss.

Pistoning his hand at the wrist, he pounded into her with hard strokes, pulling out until the pads of his fingers were skimming the entrance before plunging back in to the knuckle. Her whimpers and mewls were music to his ears, her musky taste exactly as he’d known it would be. A surge of hot liquid and she was coming on his tongue again, juices coating his lips and chin. She threatened to wriggle loose and he moved the hand at her ass around and clasped her belly, forcing her to remain as she was.

When she went limp, chest heaving and legs shaking, he slid from the bed and started removing his clothing. The boots took longer than he would have liked and his turtleneck suffered as a consequence. He ripped the garment in two, uncaring of where the pieces fell. The leather pants survived courtesy of their durability and the slickness of the leaking pre-cum at the crotch, sliding easily off his legs and ankles until he stood totally naked before her.

* * *

Ava’s eyes felt like saucers when Diskant ripped away his leather pants, leaving him completely nude. Her body was still tingling from the second orgasm—something she had never achieved before—her breaths coming and going in frenetic pants. He was ruggedly beautiful, all brawn, tanned skin and muscle. Hip bones were prominent, showcasing the washboard abs etched along his abdomen. A mat of raven-black fur adorned his chest, matching the thatch that began just below his navel and traveled down.

Anxious, she stared at the huge erection that stretched to his bellybutton. The bulbous head was nearly as large as her wrist, the skin along the tip a dark shade of pink that lightened toward the base. Several large and swollen blue veins ran along the shaft, vanishing as they neared the glans.

Generally she found a man’s genitalia to be less than appealing. However, in all fairness, the prejudice might have been garnered from past experience. While Martin enjoyed a blowjob, it was something she didn’t bestow on a regular basis. No one could ever understand the true throes of sexual frustration until they’d swallowed a load for the team and were left with a raging libido and a snoring partner.

The first time, shame on him. The second, shame on her. The third, well, she got wise and stopped offering altogether.

It might not have been so bad if Martin had reciprocated, which was another profoundly monumental difference between Diskant and her prude blast from the past. Diskant, god bless his soul, liked to give oral. The throaty growls of satisfaction as he gave her pleasure couldn’t have meant anything else.