Tave by Celia Kyle & Erin Tate

Author:Celia Kyle & Erin Tate [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summerhouse Publishing

Chapter Eight

Tave fought a fierce battle within his mind. He didn’t want to prove to be like the males in her past, and yet when Rina traced the line of his mating pocket, he nearly shouted with pleasure. Her cool human fingers danced over his hardness and he swallowed the resonating growl that filled his chest. He wanted to urge her to touch him harder. Give him more. To quit teasing and tormenting him. His cock was hard for her, anxious for her. If she would simply…

He recognized the first moment his slit began parting for her. The solid seal easing beneath her maddening touch. It was evidence of his connection to her, his need for her. As if his body identified his mate and was intent on claiming her within the waters of his homeland. He wanted to burst free of the mating pocket and slide into her, fill her with him and then his seed.

She would be his.

But he’d made a vow. “Rina.”

“Hmm…” She purred and his convictions were eaten away by her attentions.

Her strokes became more insistent, sliding along the length of his slit, encouraging it to widen further, and then the pads of her fingers slipped beneath the small flap. She petted him, teasing him there, and he trembled with his need. He would spill before she ever stroked his cock, he was sure of it.

“Rina.”

“Give me what I want,” she murmured, and he found himself unable to deny her.

Tave’s slit widened further, the sea enveloping his shaft as his cock was exposed to the saltwater and he nearly spilled himself when her small hand wrapped around his thickness. It was a very near thing when she moaned. His sound echoed hers, pleasure overtaking him with that first true stroke. She caressed him, sliding to the base and then skating her palm over his length until she reached the tip. He knew he was large, thicker than human males without question. He wondered if she’d have a hard time accommodating him.

Because she would. She was his mate, his one, and he couldn’t wait to claim her as such. When she purred as she caressed him, he didn’t sense any fear or trepidation.

Good.

That allowed him to focus on her attentions, on the feel of her stroking his scaled flesh. Her touches were firm and delicious, traveling from root to tip and back again. He groaned and moaned with each caress until he was no longer truly speaking but merely vocalizing his true pleasure. She whispered encouragement, telling him to come for her, to bathe her hand, to…

Rina squeezed the tip, thumb skating over his slit and teasing that part of him. He bucked, jerking forward in an effort to steal more pleasure.

“Shout for me, Tave,” she whispered against his ear, her hand still tormenting him with deadly precision.

He would and soon if she persisted. Then he wondered why he withheld himself from her. There were no games between mates, no reason to prove who was the strongest in their relationship.

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