Free A Healing Love by Shara Azod

sound of a woman crying, pleading and moaning was her. Couldn’t be moved to care at the moment. But when he added his fingers—
                “LUKA!”
                Instant detonation. Everything shook, everything was spinning. Her body shook so hard it was almost as if she was having seizures. Holy shit! No amount of erotic romances in the world had prepared her for this.
                If this was mating, nope, she really wasn’t going to survive it.
    *****
                Who would have thought listening to his father lecture his older brother Misha about the finer points of mating for the first time would pay off? Luke was damned glad he had lent half an ear. Mica seemed to like the way he explored her body. However, it was killing him. At the last moment he decided to leave his jeans on so he wouldn’t ravish her. Damn, but he wanted so very much to ravish her.
                Trying to remember exactly what he should do was worse than hard. All the lessons Valeri had pounded into his sons never applied to him; or so he’d thought. His father never pushed him as he had the others because they all knew the likelihood of Luka finding his mate before...well, it hadn’t looked good. Some of the lessons had stuck, sort of. But as he tried to go through them in his mind, he was distracted by the softness of her skin. Her scent drove him insane. All he wanted to do was taste her, lick her, drink in her essence. By the time he reached her sweet honeyed cunt, he was a goner.
                Every lesson he managed to remember went straight out the window at the first swipe of his tongue. More! He wanted her cream flowing steadily into his mouth. It was so addicting, for a while he forgot to stop. He was a cat, damn it. Every scratch she made to his shoulder, every pull on his hair was just egging him on. She was so wonderfully responsive, so free in her moans and cries of pleasure. Although his cock was pulsating wildly, eager to be nestled inside her walls for the first time, Luka wanted to taste more.
                Reluctantly he placed a last lingering kiss against her nether lips and began to move north. With each passing moment her scent changed, becoming entangled with his own. His chest grew with pride; it was the way she should smell. Like his. Still, he dared not free his cock just yet. There was simply no way he wouldn’t pounce, thrusting himself deeply inside her welcoming warmth.
                So he lingered at her breasts, drawing deeply on the long, pebbled nubbins, watching the tiny bumps on her skin grown and spread. Unfortunately for his self-control, Mica began undulating her hips against the clothed ridge of his erection. It was killing him!
                “Mica, m i laya , I am going to need you to stop moving.” It was a desperate plea, and of course she didn't listen.
                “I need you,” she whispered hotly. Damned if her words didn’t stroke his cock every bit as much as if she were touching him. “Please, complete it. Make me yours.”
                There was simply nothing else he could do. Her need was his own, and her little hands were tugging at his jeans, her fingers grazing the head of his dick. There was no hope for it; he was a goner. Collectively they had barely managed to tug the jeans past his hips before he thrust long and hard inside her sodden channel.
    Fuck! He really had meant to go slowly. That was impossible, however. Her pussy seemed to suck him inside, as if her body had been waiting, wanting, needing this as much as his. He supposed it had. Once inside, there was simply no stopping. His hips slammed inside her with insatiable hunger. This was home; it was life, it was everything.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.” Really he had no idea if he was talking to her, or to himself. “God, I have needed you for so long.”
    “No hurting. More! Harder,