Taming the Queen of Beasts

ELRETH

Aaryn's hand tightened on her back in the same moment her hand found that velvet covered steel and she stroked it, letting her hand slide all the way down to the base, then gently over his ballsack—that was suddenly pulled high and tight.

Interesting. She hadn't realized that part of him was engaged in this.

Then she slowly, slowly, drew her hand back up, letting her fingers circle him, gripping gently on the skin—so soft, yet covering such iron strength. She didn't stop then, but so slowly, applying just the light pressure he'd shown her to use when he was dry, she began to stroke him.

Aaryn's breath rushed out of him and he came alive, the hand he'd had under the pillow sliding between her neck and shoulders to grip the base of her skull and pull her in to deepen the kiss, while his other hand slid down to cup her ass and pull her against him.

She almost couldn't stroke him, he'd plastered them so close, and she wondered if he wanted her to stop. But then a tiny whine of desire bled out of his throat and Elreth's confidence increased.

She pulled far enough away to meet his eyes—which were now open and blinking, as if wasn't sure if he was awake.

She didn't stop stroking him as she watched his handsome face clear and focus on her.

"Elreth, what—"

"I've missed you," she whispered quickly not wanting to let him turn his mind to what had happened that morning, to what they would face when they got out of the furs. "I want you… if you want me?" she breathed.

Something broke across his face then, an expression of mingled lust and incredulity. As if he couldn't believe she'd even asked.

Then she tightened her grip, just a touch, and pumped him again and his eyes rolled back and he groaned.

"Yes," he croaked a moment later.

"Yes, what?" Elreth grinned.

"Yes, I want you," he growled and pulled her back in, taking her mouth, his tongue tangling with her, his breath thundering in her ear.

For a while, Elreth just gave herself up, lost in the sensations of his hot mouth, his steel strength, his smooth skin. And even she forgot why it was so important to have him. Why she'd even started this. She just wanted her mate. And she reveled in the fact that he wanted her back.

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AARYN

He'd been deeply asleep when his senses were tickled. Prickling desire and growing arousal. He was aware of her scent first—the warmth of her skin, the cloud of her under the furs, her breath fluttering on his face.

But he was still half-asleep, drifting between dream and reality.

Then she took him in hand and he woke with a clanging jolt. A very, very enjoyable jolt.

Bemused and, frankly, thrilled that she was grinning at him, feeling pleased with herself for surprising him, she began stroking him in truth, and Aaryn almost rolled onto his back to give her full access.

But the creeping voice of dread in the back of his mind wouldn't let him. He needed her. He needed her close. He needed all of her. And he needed to not think about why.

He'd kissed her, deeply, his heart beginning to race with the anticipating of joining. Then her strokes became pumps, more confident, more assured.

He almost groaned.

He needed to get to her, but they were already a tangle of limbs and… other things. And dear Creator above, he didn't want her to stop.

So Aaryn hooked her knee and pulled it up, over his hip, then reached between them, to find her with trembling fingers, hot and already ready for him.

He did groan then.

Elreth, her own breath coming in pants already, pushed up on her elbow to lean over him her mouth exploring his jaw and neck, while her hand still stroked and played.

Aaryn let his head sink back and closed his eyes to focus on the sensations of her lips and hands. But that denied him the incredible sight of her, so he opened them again and almost came.

Leaned as she was, with her hand down on him, her arms pressed her breasts together, as if presenting them for him.

She had dropped her head down to kiss the side of his neck, but with a growl of pleasure, he nudged her out of the way and curled around to open his mouth on one of those rosy peaks.

And he sucked.

Elreth gasped. She did drop her head back and close her eyes, but Praise the Creator, she didn't stop stroking him.

For long minutes, they both played, their hands discovering all the tiny rouches and ripples of each others skins—where they were slick, where they were hot, where they were soft, or hard, or some strange combination of the two.

Somehow, impossibly, Elreth's body was still a mystery to him. His appetite for her virtually unsated.

When she gripped him—harder again, now that her hand was slick—he growled and rolled her onto her back, leaving her to play while he tasted as much of her skin as he could without pulling out of her hand.

Every time he touched her he found a new piece to appreciate. And every time he looked on her he found something else to fascinate.

This time it was the rising red flush of her pale skin that seemed to follow his kiss. When he tasted her neck, just under her ear, goosebumps rose in a wave that drifted all the way down her side until he felt them with his other hand still cupped at her waist.

He gripped her so tightly he was afraid he would hurt her. But she only arched her hips closer to his, her strokes becoming longer, faster.

And when he propped himself up on both arms, crawling over her to let himself slide between her thighs, she still didn't stop stroking.

For a moment, he couldn't resist. He let his head drop back and pumped into her grip, a low, guttural moan falling out of his throat at the sheer pleasure of her hands on him that way.

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