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Gunnar growled as he looked over the helpless, defenseless, beautiful little woman who’d managed to finally break down his walls to reveal the insatiable monster inside him.
April.
OURS, his basilisk said.
Gunnar agreed.
She’d put on a light-blue button-up shirt earlier this morning, along with jean shorts that did nothing to hide her luscious curves. It made his mouth water just looking at her, her brown hair splayed out over the bed beneath her, eyes wide with excitement or terror, though he could tell by just the way she reacted to him it was the former.
And based on the way her gaze seemed glued to his chest and abs, she liked what she saw too at least.
Every time he’d gotten too close, he’d pulled away to protect her. Protect her from himself and from the fact that he’d known she was his mate for a long time now. Maybe even from the first time he’d laid eyes on her.
He hadn’t known basilisks could have mates.
Now that he did, he wanted to make April his immediately.
But first, he wanted to fulfill every wicked promise he’d felt her yearning for in the moments they’d touched. Blow away all her perceptions and hold on so tight she’d never even think about another man.
He came over her on the bed, feeling the subtle rise in temperature from April as he got closer. He could scent her desire, knew she was already wet with need for him.
She’d be soaked by the time he was done with her, dammit.
Gunnar leaned down to kiss her neck, and April sighed as he started light, just little nips and pecks, before moving toward her ear. Then he took her earlobe in his mouth, sucking and rolling the soft flesh there back and forth with his tongue, gauging her every reaction while he did.
Meanwhile, he ran his hands up her sides, pushing her shirt up with it, revealing silky skin beneath that made his fingers heat up from even the lightest contact.
“Gunnar, ah…” April moaned as he bit down a little harder on her ear, kissing along the shell before coming to the base of her neck to suck hard.
Then he moved lower, listening to her sounds of pleasure as he tugged her shirt aside so he could lick along her shoulder, going over her collar and dipping to the swell of her cleavage before coming back up.
Fuck, there was too much clothing, and he wanted to kiss her everywhere.
He started to undo the buttons on her shirt as he kissed her, but either his hands were too big or the buttons were too small.
After a moment, barely getting the first one undone, he heard April giggle.
“I’m sorry. I should have worn something else,” she said, appraising the situation.
He grunted and tore her shirt open, making buttons fly around the room in every direction, and April’s eyes widened in shock as he saw the lacy black bra she had on.
Then she grinned up at him, a sultry look that nearly broke him. “I have more,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him.
He’d planned to go slow, consume her layer by layer, but even kissing was setting his nerves on fire.
She was going to come. He needed to see her come.
He extended a black claw and slid it underneath the front of her bra while April stared, gray-blue eyes utterly focused. With an effortless slice, her bra came undone, and he pulled both her bra and shirt up her arms, leaving her beautiful chest completely bare to him.
But when the tangle of clothes reached her wrists, he left it there, keeping her arms pinned above her head with one of his hands while he straddled her legs easily.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said with a growl, and the flush on April’s cheeks went even deeper, going down her neck.
She was his now.
He’d do whatever he damn well pleased with her.
So soft, he thought to himself as he leaned down to kiss one nipple, and April’s hips bucked against him with arousal. But her movements were that of a mouse hoping to escape a cat the size of a house, utterly futile.
Then he squeezed her breast with his free hand and sucked on the firm tip at the center, and she cried out even harder.
“So sensitive, so…” April’s words trailed off as he went from one breast to the other, kissing and torturing her nipples first with his tongue, then brushing his thumb over and across, then sucking with his mouth until she was thrashing with arousal beneath him.
Then he kissed down her belly, still keeping her arms pinned while he played with her belly button, then licked up the sides of her hips.
And when his hand found the zipper of her shorts, he slowly drew it down, watching April’s gaze follow its path downward with eager desperation.
He’d never tire of seeing her turned on like this.
Hell, there was nothing about her that wasn’t perfect.
The zipper undone, Gunnar looked down to see April had put on silky red panties today.
His basilisk was oddly pleased by that.
Gunnar shoved his hand into her shorts, feeling her wetness on his fingers instantly, even over her underwear, and she groaned even as her legs tightened from the contact. And when he stroked his finger up her wet slit, slowly and intently at first, she relaxed a little.
But that didn’t last long as he worked her into a frenzy, pushing her underwear lower so he could stroke directly over her precious clit.
“Damn, Gunnar, I’m close,” April said, and Gunnar grinned to himself as he heard her swear for the first time since being around him. Maybe the first time ever, though April didn’t seem to notice as he spread her folds with his fingers so he could get even better access.
He liked that she only had a dirty little mouth for him.
He’d have her swearing like a sailor by the time they were done.
Only the wet sounds of his fingers working over her sex, along with April’s taut breaths, interrupted the utter silence of the cabin around them as he felt her get nearer and nearer to the edge.
Then, with one more stroke, April came immediately, eyes rolling back in her head as she arched back.
He tossed the bundle of her shirt and bra away just as she slipped over the edge, allowing her arms to be free, which immediately moved to grasp his legs as she screamed in pleasure and her whole body clenched and released.
He just took in the experience of watching her come and felt his cock throb with tightness at the sight and sound of her release.
Inside, his basilisk growled possessively, and he felt hot all over.
With a long sigh, April relaxed back against the bed, hands free now, though she almost didn’t seem to know what to do with them.
“Holy… moly, is that what it’s supposed to feel like?” she asked between rapid breaths.
“I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me after your next one,” he said, voice dry and husky as he peeled off her pants and underwear in one motion and tossed them aside before spreading her legs.
Her wetness on his fingers teased him. Made him hungrier than a century of hibernation ever had.
God, she looked delicious.
“My next what?” she asked incredulously, watching as he lowered himself to her center, which was already glistening with arousal.
Basilisks had always had a reputation for being ravenous bastards.
April was about to find out exactly what that meant.
He didn’t respond, just spread her lips with his fingers and kissed her clit deeply, surrounding the tiny nub with his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue against it.
April shuddered so hard he wondered if she hadn’t already come. But he could tell by just the speed of her heartbeat that she wasn’t there yet, and he was excited to see what other things she’d do while he tortured her to her limits.
He pulled her legs over his shoulders, trapping her sex against his mouth while he started to lick and lave his tongue across her over and over. At first, April almost didn’t seem to know how to respond, thrashing her head from left to right as her hands gripped the sheets tightly at her sides. But as he alternated his pace, going slower, then rapidly lapping at her, coming and going in waves, April relaxed more into the feel of it, and within minutes, she was quivering, so near the edge he could tell even a light breeze might push her past it.
He paused, letting April catch up before sucking on her clit roughly.
She came immediately.
“Gunnar, Gunnar!” she screamed, so loud her voice filled the room around them, its log walls and vaulted wooden roof absorbing the sounds she made that belonged to him and him alone.
Gunnar just watched her orgasm with rapt attention, feeling energy surge inside him.
And the second she slumped back onto the bed, he was at it again.
Only, he went faster this time. Harder. Didn’t give her a chance to recover her breath. Wanted to make her come so many times she’d forget her own name.
In minutes, she orgasmed again, her irises looking grayer in the natural light that flooded through the big bay windows that led out onto the back deck.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. So perfect. So mine,” Gunnar growled, and he kissed lower down her pussy, not caring where her wetness got on his face.
He’d take a bath in her arousal if he could.
She mewled. “Yes, ah, please.” She sounded lost and desperate as he licked along her entrance. Then he slowly thrust in with his tongue, pushing inside her and feeling her sheath clench around him in arousal before he slid his tongue out and went back to her clit.
He brought a hand between her legs and, after he saw April nod down at him in approval, slowly inserted one finger, then two, stretching her and stroking up against her G-spot.
Meanwhile, his mouth had a mission to protect April’s clit from not getting enough attention, and as he slowly pumped his fingers inside her, he sucked on her little nub with his mouth.
She was gasping in no time at all. And when he used a third finger to fill her up more, she was practically thrusting her hips into his fingers while he made out with her center, filling his thoughts with what it would be like to be inside her, pumping deep with his cock.
Based on the way her eyes kept going down to meet his and the way her body clenched every time his fingers moved within her, he wasn’t the only one thinking it.
But that was maybe too close. His basilisk was already growling, pacing inside him. And each time April came, his skin flared with heat, making him nearly lose control.
With three more pumps, April came, her whole body glowing with exertion as she held her mouth tight and didn’t say anything, eyes shut while the rhythmic pulses of release moved through her.
When she relaxed against the bed, Gunnar finally sat up, licking his fingers and lips while she watched and covered her eyes in embarrassment.
“How can you be so forward like that?” she said, not able to hide her grin even as she watched him between her fingers.
“I’m a basilisk. I know what I want.” The taste of her arousal was a welcome distraction from the rumble of need that demanded he claim her fully.
He should pull back. Take things slow with April. He’d taken too much for himself already.
And if they went all the way, he really wouldn’t be able to let her go. Not that he even could now, not after seeing her like this. Holding her. Touching her. Tasting her.
But before he could say another word, he felt April’s hands fumbling with the thick leather belt on his jeans, and the sight of his sexy woman so near his cock almost pushed him past the limits of his self-control.
He growled and took her wrists in each hand, pinning them at her sides on the bed before she did something she couldn’t come back from.
“Don’t do this unless you’re certain,” he warned. But April’s gaze was firm, looking surer about this than anything else.
He grinned and licked up her neck, loving the way her skin seemed to buzz with energy whenever he had her held down like this.
“I am,” she said.
“Then tell me you want this beast. Tell me you want this monster inside you.” He growled again and nipped at her skin, and she squeaked in arousal.
“More. Everything. I want to feel all of you.”
At that, he let her go and practically leapt off the bed in one motion and tore his jeans off with the ease of ripping tissue paper, then his black boxer briefs. And he watched in amusement as April’s mouth went from shut to hanging so open it looked like her jaw would fall off.
“Damn,” she said, looking at his huge length, not blinking at all.
But he didn’t waste time as he pulled a condom from the back pocket of his tattered jeans, tore the packet, and pulled it on (with only a little difficulty given the tightness).
Then he was on the bed above her, and he positioned himself between her legs, cupping her face easily in his palm and watching in amazement as she nestled against it.
For a moment, he just teased her with his tip, pressing his cock into her entrance and watching as her face tensed and relaxed. Then, with a slow motion, he started to move inside, the fit so tight he almost wondered if it wasn’t going to work.
“Keep going,” she muttered, face strained as she took long, calming breaths.
Gunnar kept going, giving her time to acclimate to his sheer girth before moving in a little more until, gradually, they were all the way together, so deep Gunnar’s whole body tightened from it.
He waited as April looked up at him.
And he saw the moment the pressure inside her shifted into something else, something white-hot, and April’s eyes flew open as her hands reached up to grasp his chest.
“Oh fuck… that’s… It’s so big, so full,” she muttered, words getting more unintelligible by the second. Everything inside her seemed to buzz with rapidly growing need, and Gunnar moved out halfway, just enough so that when he thrust in, the thickest part of his cock stroked over April’s G-spot.
A scream tore from her throat as she came in an instant. Only, now that they were connected, he could feel even more of her release, feel her sheath tighten around his cock, feel her nails dig into his skin, feel her skin throb with the release of pent-up pressure.
Dammit, he wasn’t going to last long like this either.
Insatiable for her, he slammed his lips over hers, kissing April deeply and devouring her sounds of pleasure for himself. As he did, he began to move slowly, emptying and filling her over and over to a steady rhythm that had her already tensing for her next release. And when he left her lips, she gasped for breath even as he continued to place more kisses on her cheeks, her neck, her ears, everywhere he could reach.
Somewhere between her last release and now, she’d wrapped her arms around his midsection, pulling them even closer together as Gunnar started to go faster, her body getting more accustomed to him with each passing minute.
As they went further, deeper and quicker, Gunnar felt something like fire burning along his arms, and when April looked over at his bicep, her eyebrows rose in surprise.
He looked, and the tattoos all over his body were glowing, red and orange and yellow, and he felt his whole body go hot from top to bottom even as he continued to thrust into April, making her moan with pleasure.
No one had ever had this effect on his basilisk.
No one else ever would. He knew it.
April was it for him.
Thankfully, the warm glow from his body didn’t seem to bother April at all, and her head flew back against the pillow as they met again.
He ignored the flaming tattoos, ignored the tension rippling up his arms and shoulders as he continued to pump, ignored his basilisk as it roared to claim its mate.
He kept focused on April and nothing else.
The wet sounds of their joining echoed through the room, mixed with April’s gasps, and every cell inside him felt ready to explode, pushed to the limit by pleasure and seeing his utterly sexy mate come so many times.
He wrapped his arms around April, pulling her close, wanting to hold on tight and never let go, and she looked up at him, eyes full of wonder and looking desperately close to the edge.
“I need you,” he growled.
“I… love you,” she whispered back, the sound barely audible over the colliding of their bodies.
Then with one more thrust, one that felt so deep it was like his soul could reach out to hers, April came, hard and loud, shuddering with release that pulled around him so tight he couldn’t help but come with her.
He growled as protectiveness so strong, so uncontrollable he didn’t know if he’d actually be able to physically let go of April when this was over, raged through him while his cock jerked inside, setting off another wave of release in April.
She wrung him out completely, the muscles in his back and arms so tight for a moment they made steel seem malleable by comparison as pleasure and the solitary word “MINE” blared through his insides like a foghorn.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, she made him happy. Made him even more voracious for her than he already was. To the extent he considered flipping her onto her front and doing it all over again from behind.
But when he looked down and saw strands of her wild hair sticking to her forehead, watched as her parted lips, which were swollen from kisses, took in slow breaths, he knew she’d had enough for now.
She reached a hand up to touch a tattoo on his pec, a sunburst pattern that flared in an ever-expanding circle that still glowed with an ethereal red light, and he felt a rush of coolness move over his skin the moment her fingertips brushed him.
Then, miraculously, the fire melted into a cool blue hue, one that expanded out across the rest of his tattoos before slowly ebbing and returning to their normal black.
They’d never done that before…
So she really did have a calming effect on his basilisk, as he’d suspected from the start.
“Both your eyes are blue,” she said in amazement, looking back and forth between his irises, and he nuzzled into her shoulder and kissed her again, not wanting the moment to end.
For now, just being here with April, the only woman he’d ever wanted, was enough.
But if anything came for her, if anyone dared to trifle with the property of the raging basilisk within him, he wouldn’t hesitate for even a second to crush them completely. Erase them from the world without remorse or regret.
