Free Mated (The Sandaki Book 1) by Gwendolyn Cease

know this guy; hell, he wasn’t even the same species as she was. The naughty, needy part of her said to get closer to give him better access. She reached down to twine her fingers in his hair. Damn, she was so weak, but it was so fucking good.
    He worked his tongue inside of her vagina and began to lap, filling her. She let his hair go, afraid she’d rip it out, and clutched the sheets. She needed something to hold on to so she wouldn’t fly off the bed. The responses he brought out in her body were amazing. His tongue was so thick and long he was playing her G-spot like a musician. Laira squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm hit her hard, and she was unable to stop the scream that escaped. The sensations were so intense she felt as if she were breaking apart and being remade just for this man.
    Before she could recover, he flipped her over onto her stomach and thrust his cock deep inside. Shoving her ass up higher, she allowed him better access as she clawed at the sheets. He gripped her hips as he slammed into her tight sheath. On each forward push, his cock bottomed out in her vagina and sent shards of pleasure-pain through her body. Spreading her knees wider to give her better purchase, Laira began to shove back into him. The sensations almost blinded her as she felt his cock swell larger inside her pussy. The orgasm that hit took her by surprise as she gasped and screamed.
    Rakin grasped her tighter as he began to spasm within her channel. Bursts of hot liquid filled her as he roared and continued to move into her. His orgasm sent her into another, and Laira clawed the sheets, unsure whether she was attempting to escape or not. Everything was so intense, her mind refused to work. Since he held her, the only thing she could do was sob and ride out the bliss that swamped her.
    She slid down to lay flat as he followed to cover her. The feel of his hair-covered body against her smooth skin sent shivers through her system. Now that she could finally think clearly, she once again wondered what was happening. He said they were mates, but what did that mean? Were they married? Could they have children? Thoughts whirled through her head, but with his body this close, nothing stuck. All she wanted to do was stick her ass in the air and let him fuck her again. Shit, what was the deal? Never before had she been this needy. Now she acted as if he weren’t fucking her something was wrong.
    Rakin pushed off her and rolled to his side, breathing heavily. His cock jutted up still, slick with her juices. There was no way he was hard already, was there? Laira eased up, unable to stop herself from touching him. His eyes flew open, and he pinned her with a heated topaz gaze as she wrapped her hand around him. He wasn’t like the few men she’d been with before. He was definitely larger in not only length but girth and, of course, he was covered in short, fine hair. She caressed his cock, loving the feel of it in her hands.
    “Mate, you are killing me.” Rakin bared his teeth and thrust up into her grasp.
    “You don’t like it?”
    “I love it,” he growled. “I have already ridden you twice though, and you are not used to my size. I do not want to hurt you.”
    Laira could feel herself get wet at his words. Though her pussy was sore, she wanted him. She had to have him. Maybe one more time would ease the clawing need within her. Then again, maybe it would heighten it. She licked her lips, not caring, she just knew she needed to feel him invade her again, fill her to the brink.
    He lay flat on his back, watching her as she slowly eased a leg over him. She tossed off the scraps of fabric she wore and moved her hands up his chest. His pelt was soft like velvet and she loved how it felt caressing her skin. She leaned forward to rub her breasts against him then settled on top of him. The skin-to-skin contact was heaven, and Laira closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations. His hands took her hips as a rumbling sound came from