Bigfoot’s Mate (Mates for Monsters: Sasquatch #3)

8. Dafydd

CHAPTER 8

DAFYDD

Fifteen days ago...

My brain short-circuits the moment Deborah's lips touch mine. The world narrows down to just her soft curves, her fingers tangled in my fur, and the sweet taste of her mouth.

I've imagined this moment approximately eight trillion times since I first saw her, but the reality is so much better.

The kiss deepens and my cock grows as hard as granite. My soulstone hums a happy melody, glowing brighter by the second.

Deborah breaks away and her eyes stray to my erection. She stares in awe and wonder, and I straighten with pride. Until she says, “What in the Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer is that?"

It’s then that realization dawns. I’m not familiar with human male anatomy, but I don’t think they have soulstones. And right now, mine is humming, glowing bright red, and vibrating at about an 8.5 on the Richter scale.

"Is that…normal?" she gasps. “Does it always glow and…um, vibrate like that?”

“No. Only with you.” I lean down and pepper kisses over her neck and collarbone. "Only with my true soulmate."

My hands span her waist, and I hoist Deborah up to my level, pressing her back against the wall. She wraps her legs around me and I capture her lips again, partly to kiss her and partly to stop her from talking about my soulstone which is practically doing the macarena now. I’m surprised it’s not bright enough to illuminate the entire dark alcove we’re in.

"You're amazing. Perfect. Precious,” I murmur against her lips before pouring everything I'm feeling for this incredible woman into another kiss.

Deborah's hands roam across my chest, through my fur, setting every nerve ending on fire.

When we break the kiss to come up for air, I feel as if my body might ignite at any moment. Deborah, stunning Deborah, presses herself against me, molding to my body like she was made to fit right here. And she was.

She bites her lower lip, the action sending a shot of pure desire straight to my already aching balls.

"Dafydd." Her voice is like silk, smooth and sensual, making my dick jump in response. “I want you.”

Her words send a jolt of pure electricity straight to my heart, and I wonder fleetingly if this is how it feels to be struck by lightning. Like a live wire, I'm thrumming with energy and longing.

The next moments are a blur of overwhelming lust and sexual need. I have to lower her momentarily to remove her pants. She helps me by shoving them down her legs and kicking them off her ankle. My fingers fumble for a moment before finding her lacy panties, and in one glorious movement, I tear them off her to reveal her slick, wet pussy.

Gods above, I've never seen anything so beautiful.

I want to show her exactly how good she makes me feel. I want to give her everything I've got, and then some. But just as I’m thinking it, she crouches slightly and slides her hands up my thighs, over the thick mat of hair, and cups my heavy balls. A growl rumbles in my throat as her other hand strokes my cock, teasing me with each touch.

"Tell me what you like, Dafydd," she coaxes as she kneads and strokes. "What makes you feel good?"

What makes me feel good? Does she not realize this is my first time having sex with another person? Usually, it’s just me, my hand, and I. I shudder, my eyes fluttering close as she works her magic. "Everything you're doing feels good. Just more. Please."

Her hand slides up and down my hard length, and I groan aloud when she leans forward, wrapping her mouth around the vibrating head of my cock. I arch my back, letting out a strangled cry, thrusting my hips helplessly, and she moans in response, taking me deeper.

Oh, gods. I shudder, my hands gripping the wall behind me as she works her hands and mouth up and down, each stroke eliciting a gasp of pleasure. Her tongue swirls around my head, sending electric sparks of pleasure through my body, and I know I won't last.

I try to pull away, my primal instincts fighting against my better judgment, but she holds tight, working me into a frenzy.

"Deborah.” I grab her wrists gently, my voice a strangled plea. "You... you have to stop. I don't want to... finish like this."

She pulls back, her eyes dancing with mischief in the dim light.

"If you keep that up, it's not going to last long."

She grins up at me, and I can't help but feel a rush of possessiveness, of pride in the knowledge that she's mine.

My turn. Grabbing her hips, I lift her high against the wall and nuzzle my way between her thighs. Reflexively, she grabs my head and drapes her legs over my shoulders.

I waste no more time. Sliding my tongue along her slick folds, I savor the taste of her arousal. She’s delicious. The most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. My new favorite flavor, and I can’t get enough.

I find her clit, tightly pebbled and begging for attention, and begin to work it in a circular rhythm. She gasps, arching her back and pressing her delicious pussy against my mouth. This moment is all about her. Her pleasure. Her surrender. Her eyes darken. "Yes," she breathes between needy little pants. The sound is like a benediction. "Oh, yes, Dafydd."

Deborah throws her head back and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure. It's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen.

"Dafydd," she gasps, her voice barely audible over my own ragged breathing.

I want to give her everything, show her how much I want her, but the music from the bar filters in, reminding me that we're not exactly alone. Anyone could walk back here at any moment.

Do I care? Not really. Let them see. Let everyone know that this amazing woman is my mate.

Deborah deserves better than a dark alcove for our first time together. She deserves candlelight and soft furs and a properly romantic atmosphere.

But this is fun, too. Exciting and daring.

So, I continue to tease her swollen clit, feeling her walls tighten around my fingers and tongue as she climbs higher, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

"Please," she whispers, her voice thick with longing. "Fuck me, Dafydd. Please."

I can't deny her anything, not now. Not ever.

I lower her so she’s in position, and with one powerful thrust, bury myself in her.

“Oh!” Deborah's eyes fly open, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she takes my enormous cock.

"Oh, sweet mother of Squatches,” I groan, my voice raw with need.

“Give me a moment to adjust,” she rasps. “You’re huge.”

I freeze, my body coiled tight with the effort to hold back, to let her savor this moment. “Let me know what you want.”

“Oh, fuck,” she pants. “Okay. Okay, you can move now. Oh, my god. That vibration feels so incredible.”

I begin to piston my hips, slowly at first, each stroke eliciting a breathy moan from her, her cries echoing off the stone walls.

"Oh, that’s it.” She holds tight to my fur. "Harder, Dafydd. Fuck me harder."

I don't need to be told twice. Grasping her hips in a tight grip, I thrust into her again and again, each stroke a testament to my need, my desire, my passion for this woman.

"Deborah," I groan, my body like a spring ready to snap.

Her eyes flutter open, and I see my reflection in their depths—a wild, beast, driven to the very edge of sanity by this fiery, beautiful mate.

"Oh, Dafydd, I'm—I'm—" Her body arches as she finds her release.

And that's all it takes for me to follow her over the edge. I come with a roar of pure ecstasy, my hips thrusting against her one final time as my hot seed coats her walls in a series of spurts.

We stay like that for a long moment—her face in my fur, my forehead pressed against the stone wall, our bodies slick with sweat, and our hearts pounding in unison.

"Well," Deborah says after a moment, her voice hoarse. "That was… There are no words for what that was.”

"Tell me about it," I reply with a satiated chuckle.

She shifts in my arms, looking up into my eyes, our gazes locking. Her eyes sparkle in the dim light and we just smile at each other as the rest of the world fades away until there's nothing left but us.