Kozav (15 page)

Each of Kozav’s touches pushed her closer to release, the ecstasy luring her to the edge of orgasm and nudging her to take the flying leap into pleasure. Grace cupped her breasts, mirroring the movements he’d used on her mere moments before. She plucked and kneaded, pleasuring herself while he gifted her wave after wave of pure joy.

Then he introduced a new sensation, the blunted tip of a finger coasting along the seam of her pussy and then delving into her with a strong thrust. She cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden invasion, and sobbed when he pulled back and eased into her once more.

“Kozav,” she whispered his name with a needy whine.

“Do you like that, my Grace? Shall you pretend it is my cock filling you?” Before she could answer, his tongue was back, destroying her defenses with pure pleasure.

“Kozav, I’m…”

As if he knew what she meant, he growled and increased his pace. His finger plunged in and out of her sopping wet pussy, her cream easing the way for his thick penetration. She panted and begged, taking in every hint of ecstasy she could and letting it draw her nearer and nearer to her peak. She balanced along the edge, wavering and twisting in the gentle winds. Her body needed more, needed a hint of something else to send her screaming over the tip and flinging her into a sea of joy.

Then… Then he did it. He growled and pricked her clit with the tip of his fang. That searing pain wrenched a scream from her throat and she arched her back, opening herself to him even more. The orgasm was like a tsunami of pleasure, drowning her in the bliss, and she screamed his name.

“
Kozav
.”

He soothed the sting with his tongue, slowing his pace and gently lapping at her pussy while bringing her down from the clouds. He made love to her pussy, lips gentle, tongue softly lapping at her wet pussy, and whisper-like hums soothing the remaining sensitive nerves. She gasped and panted, his overwhelming attentions eventually lessening until she could breathe once more.

“
Shaa kouvi
.” She needed his attention—needed him. She sifted her fingers through his hair, the silken strands easily sliding between the digits. “Come to me.”

T
he scent
of Grace’s need teased his nose and stoked his dragon’s fire. His cock throbbed within his
katoth
pants, desperate to be freed and pushed into his mate’s waiting heat. She was gloriously spread before him, the moist pinkness of her pussy open to his gaze. Her flavors clung to his lips and he licked them once more, enjoying the salty sweet taste. He ached for another sampling, more time spent with his head buried between her lush thighs.

But his dick was insistent. He needed to give her more pleasure with his body, needed to slide into her waiting heat and give her the fulfillment of that joining. He eased away, intent on standing, but his mate caught him with her legs. She wrapped them around his waist and restrained him. He could break free of her hold easily, but her whimpered
no
had him remaining in place.

“
Shaa kouva
, I must remove my—”

“No, just push them down. Need you.”

“I will not rut on you like an impatient young one.”

“Kozav, I need you. Now.” She propped herself with one hand and reached for the ties of his pants with the other.

He could not believe a female would be so desperate, but one look in her eyes revealed the truth. His mate was in great need and he was not one to deny his kouva. With quick hands and dragon’s nails, he shredded the lacings that confined his cock and his length popped free of the
katoth
. He fisted his dick, sliding his hand along his shaft, and was gratified by his mate’s uneven breathing and wide eyes.

“Is this what you want,
shaa kouva
?”

She licked her lips and nodded, falling back to the sands while dropping her legs. She opened her knees, spreading her thighs wide once more. “Please.”

When she cupped her own breasts, he nearly groaned aloud. When she pinched her nipples, he did. “You drive me to insanity.”

“At least I won’t be alone.”

Kozav moved over her, letting one hand rest beside her shoulder while he gripped his cock with the other. He nudged her opening with the tip of his dick, shuddering when her hole kissed the head. “Once I do this, Grace, I will never let you go. If you run, I will chase. If you hide, I will find you. We shall be one until I take my final flight.”

She stroked the side of his face, her gaze serious and intent. “Mate me.”

He did not need another invitation. He thrust into her in one, fierce movement, the slam of his hips against hers jarring them both. And he was inside her, her wet heat surrounding his cock and massaging him with her rippling walls. She milked him, stroking him within her sheath, and he nearly spilled himself. He clung to his control by a thread, searching for any shred of restraint that might still exist.

“By the skies,
shaa kouva
.” He withdrew and pushed forward once more, moaning with her snug embrace. “So tight, so wet.”

“
Shaa kouvi
,” she purred and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

The movement opened her even more fully, allowing him to sink into her even deeper. He rolled his hips, slipping in and out of her center, adopting a pace that nearly drove him out of control with need. In and out, he plunged, giving and taking pleasure as they made love. He recalled the Earth records—Cosmopolitan magazine—on intercourse he’d reviewed and changed the angle of his penetration, tipping his hips in just the right way to…

“Kozav!” Grace shouted his name to the skies, pleasure filling her voice, and her pussy rippled around him, squeezing him tightly.

Humans had an inner pleasure-spot and he’d discovered his mate’s. Now he would drive her mad—drive them both mad.

His mate panted and moaned, her tremors turning into rolling waves that kept time with his thrusts. Their hips slapped together, the scent of their sex filling the air, and the sounds of their passion piercing the silence. Sweat gathered on his brow and slid down his back, and a fine sheen coated his bare chest.

And Grace? Her hair became a tousled, sensual mass atop her head, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with passion and desire. She looked like a well-fucked—pleasured—female. And he was the male to make her that way.

His mate’s small nails dug into his shoulders, scratching and scraping his flesh as she tried to pull him nearer, but he remained as he was. He would not lose the position that drove Grace to babbling. Not until she screamed his name with completion.

He prayed to the skies she’d find completion soon. His balls were tight against his body, his seed anxious to be released and fill his mate.

Her grip on his flesh tightened, blunt nails digging into him and a light scent of blood—his blood—filled the air. Pride suffused him. He’d driven his mate to violence and he would gladly reveal those wounds to other warriors. He hoped to carry the scars for centuries.

“Grace,
shaa kouva
…” He did know what he was saying, but the words leapt to his lips.

Her eyes focused on him, remaining locked on his gaze. He increased his pace, slamming in and out of her pussy. Each thrust jarred her body, breasts bouncing, and the sight had him gritting his teeth. He could not find his release without her. He… must… hold…

“Fuck, Kozav.” She threw her head back with a gasp and her center became so tight he believed she would squeeze his cock off.

“
Rasi
.” His dangerous she-cat. She scratched and clawed while searching out her pleasure and he loved every facet of her.

“Gonna…” The word hissed out with uneven pants and he knew what she meant. His mate was about to find her female’s pleasure. His own body took that as permission to let his passions free. His cock swelled further, balls throbbing and aching with the need to fill her. The bubble of pleasure gathered at the base of his spine. It wrapped around him like a physical thing, embracing his waist before spreading. It traveled and twisted through his body, sinking into every cell, caressing every nerve, until he was consumed by the impending ecstasy.

Then…

Then the bubble of joy popped. It bathed him in immeasurable pleasure, stealing the air from his lungs. His mate screamed for him, his name long and loud escaping her lips. Her pussy milked his shaft, drawing more and more of his seed into her body. The ecstasy slithered over his skin, traveling over his flesh in a sinuous wave of unknown bliss.

Grace sobbed and moaned, her own release not allowing her to speak, and Kozav found himself moving in time with her rhythmic twitches and jerks, balls continuing to empty into his delicious mate. She would smell of him and all would know she was taken—his.

Tremors continued to rack them both, but he slowly recovered, finding his breath and his heartbeat gradually returning to normal. And still he remained inside her, their hips flush, his dick softening. He did not wish to leave her wet perfection, but soon he would have no choice.

Spent, exhausted yet energized, Kozav carefully changed their positions until he cradled his mate in his lap. She truly was his mate now. They’d shared their bodies and already he sensed the strengthening of their emotional ties. He could not live without her, his heart already filled with… love. Love for the sensual woman and fierce protector. Love for the female who’d accepted his faults, his horror-filled past, and embraced them.

The human vids had been wrong. Love did not need a specific amount of time to have passed. Love did not need to know a favorite color. Love did not need to know a favorite food.

The wetness from their passion covered his cock, the senchamber-generated wind drying the dampness. He knew that his seed covered Grace’s pussy as well. With luck, she would catch quickly. He had not lied when he’d said he could not wait to see her large with his offspring. Could not wait to see the result of their… love.

“
Shaa kouva
…” He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and nuzzled the top of her head.

“
Shaa kouvi
…” She wiggled against him like a
rasi
kit, snuggling close.

“Am I, Grace?”

“Hmm?” She tilted her head back, a sleepy smile gracing her lips.

“Am I your beloved?”

“Am I yours?” she countered.

He liked that she challenged him, but he would not tell her so. If she knew how much he liked arguing with her, she might begin agreeing with him all the time out of spite. His mate was a contrary creature.

“The Knowing drew me to you, but it does not create emotions. I have told you this.” He brushed his lips across hers and then spoke against those tempting bits of flesh. “But now, I know that you are truly my beloved, my mate. I have taken you, Grace, and now I shall keep you.”

“And I’m going to keep you.”

Kozav grunted. As if she had a choice. He had done much in his life, had many regrets, but he would not add losing Grace to his failures. He would tie her to him if she ever tried to leave, and he did not care if humans had laws against such things.

“When we return to Preor, we will have decisions to make.”
Many
.

“Like…”

“Where to live.”

“You have an aerie, already. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

He rested his cheek on top of her head. “I built it with my mate first in mind. Everything was crafted for a female’s comfort. But Skala does not live close, which means your
dam
will not be near. We must move or ask Skala to relocate with your
dam
.” Kozav did not look forward to that discussion.

The male was not as strong as Kozav, but with age came knowledge. An opponent did not always have to be more powerful to win, just smarter. “He is an old dry scale and set in his ways. I do not know—” He heard her sniffle and snapped his mouth closed. Gripping her shoulders, he encouraged her to lean away from him. “Grace? Are you in pain? Do you require a healer? Ship—”

She placed two fingers on his lips. “Hush.”

He would have to explain that females did not tell warriors to “hush.”

“I’m just… happy.” A single tear escaped her eyes and his gut tightened. Did humans cry when happy? He did not recall that fact from the vids and records. “My mom really is okay.”

“The healers believe so.”

“And Skala is her mate?”

Kozav slowly nodded. Perhaps her “happy tears” were a trick of some kind. “Yes. As I said, they had suspicions, but until Dam Hall’s treatment completed, they were not certain. The Knowing has fully manifested now. They are mates.”

“Then nothing else matters, Kozav.” She wiped at the tears and he was relieved to see no others emerged. “I have my mom healthy, I have you, and,” she cupped her lower stomach, “I have any offspring we may create. The where doesn’t matter, just the who.”

Staring at his mate, at the emotions in her eyes, he knew his mate was correct. “Beautiful and intelligent. I am a lucky male,
shaa kouva
. I have a mate and a future. Nothing else matters.”

Not where they’d live, or worries over continuing his family line. Because today, now, he’d regained all he’d lost on that horrible day so long ago—a family.

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