His dick let out a few drops of precum and urged him to go to her. He still planned to give her over to a man worthy of her mind, her body, and her kindness. But he'd never said goodbye properly to her body, and he desperately wanted one last time with her. Even if it was for pity's sake, he'd take it.
Kian stood up and hope filled Trinity's eyes. Best to lay out the facts. He didn't want any confusion. "One last fuck session, that's it, to say goodbye."
Trinity's face went blank. "To say goodbye?"
He nodded. "You deserve a male who can keep up with you, and I can't." She opened her mouth, but he cut her off. "You won't change my mind, Trin. I want you to be happy with another male, but not like this. You deserve to keep your dignity intact. If me fucking you is what it takes to get you inside before Sy and the others come, I'll do it."
She narrowed her eyes. "Gee, glad to see I inspire such lust in you."
He palmed his cock through his trousers. "Never doubt my lust for you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
She shook her head. "Don't play with my heart, Kian. You've made your intentions clear."
His gaze raked over her body, taking in her long, toned legs, neatly trimmed pussy, slim waist, and full breasts barely hidden by the scrap of lace she called a bra. "Do you want to know the real reason I want to fuck you one last time?"
She squirmed under his gaze, but managed to whisper, "Tell me."
"I want to imprint the taste of your pussy on my memory." He took one slow, careful step. "I want to feel the tightness of your ass around my dick as I come." He took one more careful step. "I want to remember the feel of your claws in my back as you scream." He took a few more slow steps until he was standing just out of her reach. "The only question is, will you let this cripple touch you?"
Trinity tried not to squirm again. She was so wet that her juices were starting to coat her inner thighs. The way Kian was talking to her right now—dirty and to the point—was how he had used to talk to her in bed.
Maybe there was hope for him after all.
Still, she couldn't let him know she had hope or he would stop all of this in a second.
Trinity lifted her left leg, bent it, and laid her foot on the tree trunk behind her. "Look at my thighs and see how much I want you to touch me, Kian."
She watched his eyes caress her body again, pausing at her breasts before going lower. When he saw her drenched pussy and thighs, his nostrils flared before he growled and said, "Fuck, Trinity. I want nothing more than to lick up all of your honey and savor the taste." He looked up to her eyes. "Knowing my intent, are you sure about this?"
She hated he had to ask her. "Take what you want from me, Kian. Anything and everything is open to you."
His voice was husky when he said, "Then close your eyes."
She knew he was doing this so she wouldn't see him struggle to kneel on the ground. Hopefully, if her plan succeeded, he'd soon be able to do it while her eyes were open and not give a shit how long it took for him to lower to the ground.
"In one second." Her gaze raked his shoulders, his chest, and finally settled on his hard cock punching against his jeans. She deliberately licked her lips before she looked back into Kian's eyes. His gaze was fierce, his pupils dilated. It looked like the four-month sex hiatus had taken its toll on her mate as well.
She nodded and closed her eyes.
As she waited for Kian to do something, the wind blew through the trees and caressed her skin. But as much as the cool air felt good on her heated body, she yearned for her mate's touch more.
Yet he still hadn't moved, let alone touched her. She wanted to open her eyes and see what had happened—had he changed his mind and left her?—but Trinity resisted. Her seduction plan had worked so far and she didn't want to do anything to fuck it up.
But as the seconds ticked by, the continued silence worried her. She decided to risk whispering his name. "Kian?"
She nearly jumped when she felt a finger brush the right side of her pussy. The sudden touch sent a wave of heat over her skin, making her nipples tighten and pussy lips throb.
Kian's voice was scratchy when he finally spoke. "I am going to miss this." Another small caress on the other side, his touch no less electric than the first caress. "So plump and ready to grip my cock."
Then his touch was gone. Before Trinity could say a word, she felt his hands gliding up her bent leg. He moved it until she could feel his shoulder against the sensitive skin on the back of her knee.
He had made it to the ground without making a sound.
Liability, my ass.
The man still had it.
His breath was now hot against her as he said, "Open your eyes and watch me fuck you with my tongue."
Her clit pulsed at the memory of what her mate could do with his hot, wet tongue. She opened her eyes and drew in a breath at Kian's expression.
He stared up at her with a mixture of desire and possessiveness, the look more cougar than human. This was the man she'd mated. She had missed him.
She reached to touch his face, but the material restraints stopped her.
As if sensing her frustration, he rubbed up and down her thighs to sooth her, but the roughness of his palms against her smooth skin only sent more wetness between her thighs. She whispered, "Kian."
He stared, each exhale sending hot air against her exposed flesh. "I want to remember this mouthwatering scent." He leaned closer and drew in a deep inhale. "You have the sweetest-smelling cunt I've ever had." He maintained eye contact as he finally gave a lick up her slit, retreating before he reached her clit. "But you taste even better."
She moaned. "More. Give me more, Kian."
"No. First, I want to feel the weight of your tits in my hands."
He started a slow path up her legs then her belly, and with his long arms, finally reached her breasts. He covered them with his hands, and she leaned into his touch. Even through the slip of lace between them, she loved the feel of her hard nipples against the roughness of his palms.
He squeezed hard—just the way she liked it—and she whispered, "Yes."
He released her right breast only to grip her nipple and twist. "I've always loved how sensitive your nipples are." He rolled her right one, the combination of his touch and the friction added by the lace making her moan. "I could make you come right now by simply playing with your tits. But that's not how I want to say goodbye to you, Trinity."
She looked down at him and let every bit of her desire show on her face. "Then hurry up and show me. Four months without your touch is a long time."
He gave one last squeeze to her left breast before both of his hands went to her back. They trailed slowly, rubbing as they went, until they rested on her ass. He continued to rub her cheeks, and Trinity arched her back. Then his hands were gone, only to return with a hard slap.
She squeaked and resisted a scowl. Normally, she'd threaten him with payback, but that would signal how she expected them to have a future. She couldn't risk spooking him.
Instead, she tried another tactic. "You'd better hurry, or Sy and the others will arrive before you get a chance to finish your goodbye fuck."
He narrowed his eyes and squeezed her ass. "If you have time to think of other men, then I think it's time to take off the kid gloves."
"Why are you still talking?"
He growled at that, and she resisted a smile. But once he leaned in and nipped her inner thigh, she forgot whatever taunt she was about to say. When his hot tongue lapped up her juices from her skin as if he was starving, she sucked in a breath and titled her hips forward in invitation.
Chapter Two
Kian kept a firm grip on Trinity's ass as he leaned in and licked her liquid desire off her left thigh, and then the right. While it'd only been four months, her taste was addictive. The faint traces on her thighs weren't enough—his cock throbbed in anticipation of lapping her juices straight from her pussy.
Still, he was determined to not only make this last, but make his mate forget about anything—or anyone. But then Trin had to go and tilt her hips toward him, and his restraint snapped. He wanted to fuck her so badly his balls ached, but it would take too long to stand up, shed his clothes, and pound into her pussy with his dick. Instead, he thrust his tongue into her hot, wet center and groaned as Trinity's musky scent filled his nose and her sweet taste invaded his mouth.
With each thrust or twirl of his tongue, her moans of pleasure grew louder. But he wasn't about to let her come yet. This was the last time he'd ever have the chance to pleasure his mate, and he wanted just a little bit longer with her like this, at the mercy of his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers.
He rubbed her ass before moving his hands to her belly. After slowly removing his tongue from her core, he finally moved his hands to spread her pussy lips wide and gently stroke her inner pink folds. Trinity's heart rate ticked up, letting him know she was still horny enough to have forgotten all about his leg.
After giving two slow licks, he moved his fingers to expose her hard little clit. He leaned down, took it between his teeth, and gently bit down.
Trinity cried out, and a sense of satisfaction coursed through him. He might not be able to do many of the things he could do before the bear attack, but he could still tease his mate into a frenzy.
Normally, she'd flip him onto his back at this point and take his cock into her mouth. But due to her restraints, she was forced to stay where she was. He kind of liked this turn of events.
Trin was close. Done with teasing, he released her hard nub from his teeth and used his tongue to worry the slick, sensitive skin. With each pass and swirl, his mate started to whimper. He increased his pace until Trinity's moan was high-pitched enough that he bit her clit again and she screamed.
He quickly thrust two fingers into her pussy and started to fuck her, the spasms grabbing his fingers. When she finally stilled and closed her eyes with a blissful moan, his hand was covered in her juices. He removed his fingers and said, "Trin."
She opened her sexy, dark brown eyes. They were half-lidded, her long, lowered eyelashes making her appear more feminine than the fierce huntress she was.
Those eyes watched as he raised his drenched fingers to his mouth and sucked them deep. He never broke eye contact as he licked every last drop of her essence off of his skin.
From the corner of his eye, he saw her clench her fist. Whenever he'd gone down on her before, Trin had always liked to thread her fingers through his hair. But he was glad she couldn't do it this time—the tender gesture might lessen his resolve about releasing her from their mate vows.
He removed his fingers inch-by-inch, the desire in Trinity's eyes reminding him of his own throbbing cock. Suddenly, all he could think about was feeling her hot and tight around his dick as she came.
After one last lick of his lips, he purred, "Your honey is better than I remember, Trin. I wish I could eat you all day and make you come until you can't take it anymore." He moved his hands to her hips and brushed the sensitive skin with his fingers. "But right now, I need to fuck you."
Trinity was grateful for the material tied around her wrists; her legs would probably buckle without the support.
She was boneless. She'd been right—having Kian do anything to her was better than even the most advanced electronic toy she could find. Vibrators were great, but she would never love them like she did the man kneeling before her.
She'd never realized how much she'd taken him for granted before the bear attack.
He called her name and she opened her eyes. She watched him suck every last drop of her juices off his fingers before telling her he wanted to fuck her. Despite her recent mind-blowing orgasm, her pussy lips started to throb again in anticipation. "Please, Kian, fuck me. Hard."
She half-expected him to tell her to close her eyes again, but he gripped her waist and slowly rose on his good leg until she had to look up into his eyes. His dark, wavy hair now hung down to caress his cheeks. Combined with his light green eyes, now filled with tenderness, she decided she would never give up this clever, gorgeous man. If it was the last thing she did, Trinity would make sure he realized he could still lead the clan, lame leg and all.
He caressed her cheek, and she leaned into the touch as he whispered, "First, I'm going to cut you free."
After extending a claw on his free hand, he swiped through the material and Trinity's arms fell to her side. They started to tingle as blood rushed back to her fingertips, but she forgot about everything else when Kian placed his hands on her upper arms and started to rub up and down. The friction caused a warmth to extend to places far lower than her arms.
He whispered her name as he moved to stand behind her. She heard him unzip and shed his jeans before pressing his hot erection up against her ass. His hand came around her to cup her breasts. She tilted her head to the side in invitation, and his day-old whiskers brushed against her skin as he nuzzled her neck.
She was about to tell him to hurry up when twigs snapped in the distance. They both froze, their hunter instincts kicking in.