I added another finger. Better?
Exos.
Claire.
She growled, and it was the most adorable sound. I nipped her clit in response, then licked a path up to her generous tits. She groaned beneath my touch, her fingers weaving through my hair as she yanked me fully out of the spirit realm and to the cabin around us. I could usually play in both realities, but I felt her need for my complete physical touch.
Our souls were already bound.
Now she wanted to unite our bodies.
I prowled over her, then took her mouth in a kiss meant to bruise. She accepted my cruelty, my love, my need for control, and unleashed her unspoken demands by wrapping her legs around me.
“Give her what she wants,” Cyrus encouraged.
“Yeah, or I’ll do it for you,” Sol added in a low tone.
I chuckled and drew my dick along her damp pussy, loving the wet, welcoming kiss of her heat. “You all had your turn. She’s mine now.”
“Ours,” Titus corrected.
“Not for this moment,” I replied, sliding my cock deep into her, claiming her fully and taking her the way I preferred.
She allowed it, knowing my preferences in bed and embracing them. As did the others, even though I could practically feel Titus challenging me through the bonds. It only strengthened the moment, giving me a purpose to drive toward, a point to prove by taking our mate to new heights as I drove into her with the abandon we both needed.
Endless gratification required new twists to keep the pleasure fresh, which was what I gave her now.
A hint of pain.
A hint of violence.
A hint of male aggression.
And a whole hell of a lot of adoration.
Her tongue dueled with mine, her nails scraping down my back as I spurred her onward. Then I tightened my hold around her spirit, adding another knot to the mess she’d created and groaning as she jolted in reply.
It was a spiritual mating underlined in physical touch and heat.
She burned me from the inside out, and I returned the favor in kind.
Exos, she panted into my mind.
Now, princess, I replied, knowing what she needed. Come for me now.
Her back bowed off the bed, her lips parting on a scream that I swallowed with my tongue. She vibrated, her pleasure nearing pain, and her walls strangled the fuck out of my shaft. It felt amazing. Addictive. Delirious.
I pumped into her, needing more, driving her to yet another orgasm in minutes, and giving her a prelude for the competition to come.
Because I wanted to win.
Just like all the other mates.
And I had no problem pleasing my Claire.
For hours. Days. Weeks. Whatever it took.
She fell apart beneath me, her teeth digging into my lower lip in a silent reprimand for forcing so much out of her. And damn if that wasn’t the sexiest response she’d ever given me.