Chapter 55 - 055: Bond[R18]

Anaria closed the door behind them.

For a moment neither of them moved. The quiet of the room settled around their bodies. Residual heat still pulsed under Anaria’s skin, and Kenai’s scent stronger now that they were alone made it flare hotter. He stood a few steps away, watching her with dark, focused eyes. The loincloth at his hips did little to hide how hard he already was.

Anaria’s breathing was not steady. She could still feel the lingering effects of the earlier mating with Rylan, but the presence of Kenai stirred something deeper. He was not simply another mate tonight. This was different, and both of them knew it.

Kenai took one slow step closer.

"Come here."

His voice was low, steady, carrying the weight of command without raising it. There was no harshness in the tone, only certainty. Anaria moved toward him without hesitation, drawn by the quiet authority in those two words. When she was close enough, he reached out and cupped the side of her face, thumb brushing over her lower lip in a slow, proprietary stroke. He studied her for a long moment, as if memorizing the flushed state of her skin, the slight part of her mouth, and the way her scent still carried faint traces of another male. His gaze was intense, almost clinical in its thoroughness, yet it burned with clear hunger.

Then he kissed her.

The kiss started firm rather than rough. His mouth moved over hers with clear intent, tasting her, claiming the space slowly and thoroughly. Anaria responded at once, her hands rising to rest against the hard muscle of his bare chest. The heat of his skin under her palms was startling. Kenai’s other hand settled on her waist, careful of the curve of her stomach, and drew her closer until their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. She could feel the solid length of him against her, thick and insistent even through the barrier of his loincloth.

He deepened the kiss gradually, tongue sliding against hers in slow, deliberate strokes. A soft moan escaped her when he sucked lightly on her lower lip, the gentle pull sending a fresh pulse of heat straight through her. The residual need from earlier answered at once, sharpening under his control. She could feel him growing even harder against her, the pressure of his cock a constant reminder of what was coming.

Kenai broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers for a brief second. Their breath mingled in the small space between them.

"On the bed."

Anaria obeyed. She sat on the edge of the furs, watching him with open anticipation. Kenai untied the knot at his hip and let the loincloth fall. His cock sprang free already fully hard, heavy, the head flushed a darker shade and already beading at the tip. He stepped between her knees and looked down at her, the weight of his gaze pinning her in place.

"Lie back."

She did, settling against the soft furs. The material was warm from the residual heat of the room. Kenai followed, bracing his weight on one forearm so he would not press on her stomach. He kissed her again, slower this time, while his free hand pulled the wrap from her body with practiced ease. The moment her breasts were bare he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

Anaria’s back arched. A loud moan left her as he sucked firmly, tongue circling the sensitive peak before drawing it deeper. He gave the same thorough attention to the other breast, switching between them with deliberate hunger, never rushing. Every pull of his mouth sent fresh heat straight down between her legs. She was already wet, the leftover need from earlier roaring back under his control, slick and ready. Her fingers curled into the furs as he continued, the dual sensation of his mouth and the careful weight of his body over hers building a slow, heavy ache.

Kenai kissed lower.

He trailed his mouth over the soft curve of her stomach, lingering there for a moment as if acknowledging what it held, then further down to the inside of her thigh. Anaria’s breathing turned uneven, her legs shifting restlessly against the furs. He looked up at her once, eyes locked on hers in silent command, before lowering his mouth between her legs.

The first long stroke of his tongue dragged a sharp cry from her throat.

Kenai did not rush. He licked her open with firm, thorough strokes, tasting every part of her with focused intent. He explored her slowly at first, mapping the slick heat of her, then sealed his mouth over the swollen bud and sucked. Anaria’s hips jerked. Loud, unrestrained moans spilled from her as he worked her with tongue and lips, alternating between broad strokes and precise, rhythmic suction. Her hands fisted the furs beside her, knuckles whitening.

Two thick fingers pushed inside her while he continued to suck. The stretch pulled another broken moan from her, the sudden fullness a sharp contrast to the teasing of his mouth. He stroked her in steady, deep movements, curling his fingers just enough to make her thighs tremble and her breath catch. The dual sensation built quickly. Heat coiled tight and fast low in her belly, rising with every deliberate thrust of his fingers and every pull of his mouth.

"Kenai "

He hummed against her, the vibration making her moan louder. He kept the same relentless pace sucking, licking, fingering her without mercy or pause. Anaria’s moans grew sharper, higher. Her legs shook on either side of his head. The climax rose hard and sudden, a tight spiral that left her gasping.

"I’m going to "

Kenai did not stop. He sucked harder and thrust his fingers deeper, working her through the rising peak with unyielding focus. Anaria came with a long, shaking cry, her body clamping down around his fingers as the pleasure tore through her in powerful waves. He licked her through every pulse, drawing it out until she was gasping and twitching beneath him, oversensitive and thoroughly undone.

Only then did he lift his head.

Kenai wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved up her body. He settled carefully between her spread thighs, still mindful of her stomach, and braced himself on one forearm. The thick head of his cock pressed against her soaked entrance, hot and insistent. He did not push forward yet. Instead he looked down at her, eyes dark and steady, waiting.

"Look at me."

Anaria met his gaze, still breathing hard from the climax, her body trembling faintly in the aftermath.

Kenai pushed forward slowly. The broad head stretched her open as he sank into her inch by inch, the thick glide of him filling her completely. A long, low moan left her throat at the deep, full sensation the residual slickness from her orgasm easing the way even as the size of him forced her to adjust. He did not stop until his hips met hers and he was buried completely inside her, seated to the hilt.

For a moment he stayed still, letting both of them feel it the heat, the stretch, the heavy pulse of him inside her.

The System’s voice whispered quietly in her mind.

[Bonding process initiated.]