Cruel Union (Brutal Universe #1)

14. Slade

14

SLADE

A urora was shy but responsive and she seemed to trust me again—thank She of the Four Faces for that, I thought as I carried her into the bedroom.

I loved the way she reacted when I touched her. Her sweet, curvy body was eager for pleasure—she’d been nearly panting as I caressed her clit in the bath. Gods , how I yearned to taste her there! The priestess had been right— The Thirst was already beginning.

It wasn’t like a physical thirst—not a dry or parched throat or a desire for water. No , The Thirst was a soul-deep longing. A need to bring pleasure to my Fated Mate —a yearning to feel her trembling and coming under my tongue as I drank her juices. But it was as fierce as any physical thirst—a longing that I couldn’t ignore.

There’s a reason we put our commitment to our female’s pleasure right in the Binding Ceremony vows. Brutes believe that it’s wrong to come first—a sin and a shame to leave your lady wanting and take your own selfish pleasure before she’s had hers. But also, making her come first causes her juices to flow, which helps ease The Thirst .

I believed strongly that I needed to take care of my new bride’s sexual needs. Needs that she was going to be feeling very soon, as the bond that grows between all Fated Mates as they spend time in close proximity, brought her closer to me.

But there were things standing in my way—namely the ridiculously strict culture she’d been raised in. The humans on L’Crist didn’t give their females much freedom. And that included sexual freedom.

Just have to take things slowly, I told myself, pushing The Thirst to the back of my mind. And before I did anything else, I needed to heal her.

Then maybe we could move on to pleasure.