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Chapter Seven
Astera woke to the sounds of rolling thunder. Her eyes shot open. A crack of lightning momentarily lit up the bedroom. She raced to sit up, a wave of dizziness washing over her.
The room was cloaked in shadows, the hearth cold and unlit. Her wide eyes darted over the space, searching the darkest corners for movement. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears almost as loudly as the rain.
Soarruk shifted beside her. His hand was warm against her, fingertips trailing down her back and squeezing her hips.
His voice was husky with sleep. "...just a storm."
When she didn't move, he pulled her closer. His teeth nibbled against her shoulder. A shiver of need rolled through her, her body waking under his touch.
"Come. Lay down."
She allowed him to pull her back under the covers. His arms wrapped around her easily, his warmth enveloping her. His hands stroked over her stomach as he hugged her close.
Hugging
.
It was a strange, foreign concept still. She had always been close with her sisters, but no one in her family had ever shown such affection. There were always eyes on them, someone to report to her father when her stony expression slipped, and she showed too much emotion. He hated her emotional outbursts.
But not Soarruk. Once he'd hugged her, it seemed he hadn't wanted to let go. He'd held her all night.
His breathing began to even out in slow, deep breaths. His chest rumbled against her back; his arms wrapped around her. She squeezed her eyes closed. The thunder rumbled overhead again. She tried not to flinch. Her eyes scanned over the dark room.
The minutes dragged on. She tried to close her eyes again, but her heart began to race every time she did. Giving up on sleep, she rolled over to face Soarruk. Unconscious, he looked much more relaxed. She hesitated slightly before reaching up to cup his cheek. His warmth flooded her fingertips. The tips of his tusks just barely poked out on either side of his lips. She moved to trace one but stopped herself.
How does he sleep so calmly?
There was a flash of lighting, illuminating the shadows of the canopy above them. Her blood was pumping loudly in her ears, adrenaline tingling through her body.
Run. Hide!
She tried to ignore the fear.
Find a distraction.
She reached lower, sliding her hand down his chest.
His breathing wasn't so even when her nails gently scraped against his skin. She forced herself to hold still, her palm plastered against his stomach. Fear, and something else tingled through her body, a sensation she attempted to ignore.
She had managed to stop her panic last night, but how?
She tried to match Soarruk's deep breaths. It was impossible to find any sort of calm. The thunder rumbled again. She chewed her lip for a moment before making her decision. She reached lower, grasping his cock firmly between her hands.
A surprised thrill went up her spine, feeling how hard he already was. She simply held him for a moment, feeling his muscles, his breathing, his cock stiff between her fingers.
She squeezed him. He was so unbelievably solid beneath her touch. When she squeezed him again his hips canted forward ever so slightly in response. His fingers spasmed gently against her waist. He was awake, but he didn't open his eyes.
There was another flash of lighting. She kept her eyes on him, avoiding looking at the dark shadowy parts of the room. Her bedroom in the palace had no windows. It didn't face the sea. It felt like nature here was trying to swallow her whole.
She pressed her palm against his chest firmly, and he gave into her touch, laying back against the bedding. She sat up. She ran her hand over his cock, stroking the tip with her thumb. It was hard to tell clearly in the dark over the sounds of the rhythmic raindrops, but she thought he grunted slightly at her brazen touch.
His form was barely visible beneath her in the low light. She stroked him slowly, feeling every ridge and vein. She bit her lip, thinking of how it felt when he was inside her. Her core spasmed in response. Her nipples hardened at the prospect of his touch, at being filled so completely.
It took her a moment to sit up on her knees. She slid her leg overtop him so she could sink down onto his length. She tried to stifle the gasp of discomfort as his too-large cock speared her. She had never taken him before without at least some preparation first.
A whimper escaped her lips, but she ignored the sharp sting. Her fingers slid against his chest, searching upwards to find his face in the dark. She found his mouth, kissing him deeply. Trying frantically to find the calm she'd felt last night.
Thunder rumbled over head. She shuddered, wincing a little. She attempted to move her hips. She was desperate to take him fully. Even through the discomfort he felt so good, strong and hard and powerful beneath her. Between kisses she sucked in gulping breaths, trying to clear her mind and focus on the present.
His hands came up, stroking over her thighs and then her ass. She blinked, and suddenly her back was against the furs. He thrusted into her slowly, deeply, capturing her mouth in time with his strokes. She kept her eyes squeezed closed as an aching throb washed over her.
He paused thrusting. He pulled away from their kiss. Her core clenched as his lips pressed against her neck, kissing and sucking her skin gently.
She tried to wriggle underneath his hold. She tried to move her hips again despite the sharp sensation, but he held fast. He sucked at her collarbone, and then at her breast. One hand toyed with her right breast while his mouth worked on the left. When he sucked on her skin, she felt the tingling sensation pulse all the way to her core. She could feel the pleasure slowly beginning to build. It overpowered her thundering heartbeat and the sharp sensation in her core.
He didn't have the same feral urgency as last night. He seemed to almost be toying with her. He licked her slowly, flicking her nipple between his teeth. He sucked on her gently until her back came off the furs to chase his movements.
Every bit of pleasure coursed through her whole body. From where his tongue caressed over her breast, to where his hands kneaded her hips, to where his cock speared her. She was achingly full of him. He refused to move his hips. Refused to thrust again, to give her the pleasure she so fiercely craved. He held still while he toyed with her.
She gritted her teeth. "Please, Soarruk," she whined.
He sucked harder on her skin, and she moaned, her cunt spasming against him. Two hands firmly gripped both sides of her waist. Her hips wiggled fervently, but he held her pinned down.
His mouth trailed up her chest, nipping at her collarbone again. He kissed her neck, and then his tongue darted out to lick the shell of her ear. His voice purred, "Desperate for my cock again?"
There was a loud crack of lighting and Astera flinched. The room was illuminated momentarily again, and the monstrous dark corners seemed so much larger than before. Her breaths grew shallow as her eyes darted around the room.
"Yes," she whimpered.
He pulled back slightly, shadows dancing across his face. A frown tugged on his lips. He held her chin between his fingers. One of his hands reached for hers through the furs, taking it and placing it against his chest. His hand covered her own, his heat spreading up her arm.
His voice was a soft command. "Breathe with me."
She could feel his chest expand under her hand as his lungs filled with air. She sucked in a long, slow breath through her teeth, waiting for his cue before she let it out. Two more agonizingly slow breaths. He tugged her hand lower, until it was resting against his lower abdomen.
When he inhaled deeply next, he pulled out slowly, and as they exhaled, he pushed back into her. Her slow exhale morphed into a moan. He kept her hand there, slow strokes matching their breathing.
She could feel each thrust through the flex of his muscles, through each breath they shared and each plunge of his cock. His words from the night before echoed through her mind:
you survived.
As the fear receded so did the sting. She could feel the pleasure building again, slowly within her as he pounded into her more intensely. She kept her eyes on where her hand was plastered to his abdomen. She allowed herself to relax as the pleasure overcame her.
Let go.
She squeezed her legs around him, trying to meet his thrusts halfway. He cupped her ass. She could feel the subtle bite of his claws on her skin. He lifted her ass up, assisting her movements as she pushed back against him.
Faster.
Harder.
He leaned down so she could wrap her arms around his neck. Her teeth trailed against his jaw. Then she found the juncture between his jaw and neck. She mimicked his earlier movements, nipping softly before she began to suck on his skin.
He bottomed out suddenly, and they both groaned as he ground against her. She could feel his throaty moan against her mouth and it sent a thrill through her body. She was growing tighter, the orgasm already beginning to build.
She pulled away from his neck. A trail of spit connected their bodies. He looked at her through dark lashes. She could see her own lust mirrored in his expression. He brushed back her hair roughly. His lips crashed against hers. She fought back in the kiss, their tongues tangling as they fucked. She wiggled her hips to try and encourage him to move faster again.
The pleasure was building, bubbling higher within her. He continued to fuck her, his cock pulsing in and out of her. She scraped her hands against his chest. His ragged breaths shuddered against her palm. He pounded her deeply. His cock grew harder inside her as he neared his own climax.
His eyes were hooded with desire. One of his hands came up to squeeze her blushing cheeks together, forcing her to stare up at him.
He grinned, exposing his fangs. "Look at you, drunk on my cock. My beautiful mate." He thrust into her again so all she could do was let out a breathy moan.
He kissed her so she didn't have to think of a response, didn't have to focus on anything except the building pleasure. He grabbed her thighs and pressed them towards her chest so he could push deeper. He loomed over her, upper arms caging in her head, his lower arms holding her thighs in place. He ground against her clit with every thrust, teasing her core, the heat growing into a raging fire inside her.
It felt like her entire body was overcome by lust, by the fire within her. Every muscle was tense and pulsing and ready to release. As her orgasm hit her, she cried out. He captured her mouth with his. Her cunt flexed, sucking him in to the hilt. He shuddered over her, his own orgasm pulsing within her.
