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The Raptor	By : Wildfaerie Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: And we’re back to the MA. You were warned 😝
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Incorporating how their class abilities would work. And even the dialogue. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Wow, and all references belong to Blizzard. However, no touchie Rohkan, he be mine. Unless ya wanna… Then ya might have to fight me and Aeia 😝

The Raptor
Chapter 5

The heavy click of the bolt echoed within the now silent home as Aeia relocked the door. Running a hand through his hair, Rohkan broke the silence, “Well dat wen’ much beddah den I expected.” “I already miss him. You’re lucky to have such a close friend,” Aeia said with her back to the troll and her hand resting on the thick wood of the door. She had been on her own for so many years. Being different and sticking to her beliefs had forced Aeia to live a solitary life. Seeing the deeply forged bond between Rohkan and Krolak had both been wonderful and painful at the same time.

Hearing the sudden sadness in her voice, Rohkan pulled her into the circle of his arms. “Wha’ be da mattah, mate?” he asked, running a hand softly through her hair. He was worried at the sudden shift in her demeanor. That brightness about her had dimmed. “Sides, mon. You be stuck wit’ Krolak now too,” he said trying to lighten the grey mood.

“I’m sorry, mate. The last twenty-four hours are starting to sink in. And before you even think it, I’m not regretting anything. You’ve truly made me the happiest I’ve ever been. It was a pleasure and an honor having Krolak in my home, but it also stung. Hearing of your adventures together, of your family, it just…. Well it made me realize how alone I am. Members of my own race and faction look down on me simply for refusing to fight in a pointless bloody battle. And yet an Orc embraced me like a sister and a troll wants me as their mate, to spend our lives together. The two of you have filled an ache in my heart that I didn’t even realize was there. But in doing so, have also brought that pain to my attention,” she sucked in a breath. Her world had gone from being a simple yet lonely existence to everything but. She had a mate, and a troll at that, an orc that called her friend, and even Atal’ai had found a friend in Soot. Then there was the prospect of having a family again. She hoped Rohkan’s would accept her as well as Krolak had. “I have no family, my parents told me never to return when they learned I had befriended your father. They were afraid of losing their status within Darnassus if word got out that I was fraternizing with the enemy. Calling me a disgrace,” she snickered sadly at that. ‘If only they could see her now,’ she thought. “Most of those I had called friend turned their back on me when I refused to partake in the slaughtering of the Horde simply in the name of the Alliance. And the one who I considered my closest friend chose not to be seen with a disgrace such as me for fear of being called a traitor as well. I never realized how deep those wounds were, til I sat with you and Krolak, as friend and mate and felt wanted. My house felt more like a home tonight then it has in the years I’ve lived here. And it’s thanks to you. Someone I should call enemy,” tears had glistened in her eyes as she spoke, and now they fell freely and silently down her cheeks. Turning in his grasp, she rested her forehead on Rohkan’s chest, hiding the salty drops. Her fingertips tucked into the top band of the kilt at his sides. Aeia couldn’t believe herself. She had never broken down so completely. Not even when her family had denied her. And she certainly had never broken like this in front of another. Rohkan had quickly and thoroughly permeated every aspect of her heart and her walls were shattering around her.

Rohkan had stood frozen in stunned silence. Her words had broken his heart. His fiery playful elf felt so small and broken. He had never seen someone so full of life become so melancholy in nothing but the blink of an eye. The room became deafeningly silent as if it was holding its breath. So quiet in fact, that Rohkan’s acute hearing picked up the faint pit-pat sounds of water drops hitting the floor at the same time the smell of salty tears burned his nose.

Instinct and rage slammed into him, but unlike earlier, he was completely coherent as there were no immediate threats. He all but crushed Aeia to him. His arms locking tight around her delicate form. ‘Her family! Her own damn flesh and blood had turned their back on her! This beautiful, strong, precious creature that only wanted peace!’ his mind screamed at him. He couldn’t believe her people could be so cruel. ‘And what of the druids of the Cenarian Circle, shouldn’t they have spoken out for her? They were supposed to be about seeking peace as well,’ he questioned. He was nearly shaking in anger. The thought that someone had hurt his mate so thoroughly had his eyes bleeding red. No one, no one¸ was going to hurt his elf ever again. He was going to make damn sure about that.

The rest of her words bubbled to the surface of his anger addled brain. Some of his rage softened when what she had said sank in. He and Krolak had begun to heal that broken void in her heart. Silently, he thanked his friend for accepting her. Jealousy had creeped up on Rohkan, but he ignored it. As much as he hated it on a primal level, he understood her need for Krolak. She had no one. He and that damn orc were her family now. And soon, loa willing, his family would become her as well.

His anger slowly subsiding, being replaced with the need to comfort his mate, he looked down at the trembling elf, “Aeia. Aeia, look at meh, mate.” When she only buried her face deeper into his leather tunic, he took a step back, tucked a knuckle under her chin, and tilted her tear stained face up to him. “Shh, Ke M’ti. You nevah gonna be alone evah again. Ya mah mate, an’ mah family be yours now. An’ I know ol’ Krolak alreadeh be seein’ ya as a sista. So please, mate. No mo’ tears. Dey be killin’ meh. I be sorreh so much be happenin’ so fast. But Aeia, you be da otha half o’ dis troll’s heart. Ain’ no one gonna ‘urt ya evah again. I be givin’ ya mah word on dat. An’ ya know I be keepin’ mah word, Ke M’ti.” Making sure he held her eyes, he added, “I love ya Aeia.”

Aeia hadn’t been able to look at him when he had called her name. She had felt almost ashamed of how she had fallen apart. But when she had finally gazed at his face, it was like every ounce of pain and rejection she ever felt had vanished. His eyes held so much love and devotion, that her body had trembled before the power of it. The way those sunset eyes looked at her, she knew she was home. Hints of anger and sadness still flecked his honeyed orange hues, but his heartfelt words filled her heart. He knew exactly what to say to quell the sadness within her soul. But his final words. Now they had stolen her breath away.

Her knees went weak as they buckled beneath her. Quite literally, Rohkan swept her off her feet as he lifted her into his arms. Holding her bridal style against his chest, Rohkan smiled at the wide-eyed elf, “I be tellin’ ya I love ya, an’ sweepin’ ya off ya feet an’ I don’ even get a kiss, mate?” His teasing had the desired effect as his elf instantly perked up, her cheeks coloring in heat and embarrassment.

Aeia felt her usual self return with his lighthearted teasing. They may not have completed the mating bond, but he already knew how to read her and knew what to do to fix her world. She playfully tugged at his tusk while she rubbed the rest of her tears away with the back of her hand, “Cocky damn troll.” She grinned at him, “I like you too.”

Rohkan caught her playful tone and was relieved to have her back. Licking the tip of her ear, he growled, “Aeia…” Gently he bit down.

Aeia squeaked and halfheartedly slapped at his chest, “OK, OK. I love you too.” Punctuating the declaration with a quick but searing kiss, effectively removing his cocky grin. Before Rohkan could deepen the kiss, Aeia leaned back. An idea was quickly forming in her head. One that she knew he would enjoy. And after that little emotional outburst, she could certainly use something to take her mind off everything. She wanted to simply enjoy being with Rohkan. “Put me down love, there’s something I want to show you,” she said with a tad bit of seriousness, but her smile never wavered.

Curious, Rohkan did as she asked and placed her gently on her feet. “Wha’ dat be, mon?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. Aeia nearly giggled at the gesture, it was so like Atal’ai.

Once she was back on the ground, she started to focus on her hunter abilities. Envisioning her frost trap, she felt her right hand go cool. Knowing she wouldn’t have a chance to unlatch the door and still get away, she stepped around Rohkan who was still looking curious and a bit confused. With a gigantic grin, she took off for the kitchen, and just as she rounded the divide between shop and kitchen she dropped the trap. Rohkan hadn’t moved, and she yelled out to him, “Let’s see just how good you are at chasing, mate.” And with a whistle to Atal’ai, both she and the raptor had leapt through the back window and were on the move.

Rohkan stood dumbfounded for only a few seconds before a wicked grin slid across his lips. “Da hunt be on, Aeia,” he said with a growl. As quickly as he could, he started transforming into his tiger form and started to race after her. Immediately after entering the kitchen his paws felt heavy and he realized what she had done. ‘Crafty lil huntress,’ he thought as he continued to the window ever so slowly. As soon as the trap faded, he let out a huge roar and leapt through the window.

Aeia had known the frost trap would be the best for if she had chosen ice trap, he would have simply shifted forms to break it. The trap had given her a good head start and she raced out of Ratchet and up the path into the Barrens. Dusk had set in, but with her superior vision, she could see almost as well at night as during the day. Just as she reached the top of the hill, she heard Rohkan’s roar and knew he was on the move. Calling on her aspect of the cheetah, her pace doubled. Silently she commanded Atal’ai to head off the path to the right, while she slipped into the tall grass towards the left. Seeing her destination, Aeia allowed her camouflage to envelope her as she made her way to a very large Balboa tree along a hilly ridge. Moving very quietly and slowly, she tiptoed through the sleeping pride of lions that surrounded the base and nimbly jumped into the branches. She had a perfect vantage point of the path and hopefully of him. Keeping to the shadows, she hunkered down to watch and wait.

Rohkan’s heart was thudding in his chest as he raced up the path. Her scent and steps leading him out of Ratchet. Cresting the hill, her trail vanished. Knowing she had Atal’ai with her, he focused on tracking the beast. A new trail quickly appeared veering off to the right. Slipping into the shadows, he began to prowl along the trail. After a few paces, he realized he was a fool. She had lead him astray on purpose. He had spotted Atal’ai happily hunting a gazelle not too far off in the distance. ‘Damn she’s good,’ he thought as he retraced his steps, keeping himself hidden. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. The thrill of the hunt had his body thrumming with energy. And knowing his mate was the prize at the end of the hunt, only made his blood run that much hotter. Coming back to the path, he swept his nose back and forth, searching for her scent. A bent blade of grass at the right of the road caught his eye. He had to nearly touch his nose to it to find her scent. ‘Very good,’ he thought. She had masked her scent and hadn’t left a single footprint. With a pride filled grin, he headed off in the direction of the bent grass, her skills impressing him more and more.

From her vantage point, she had seen him slip into the shadows and had seen the grass part as he headed after Atal’ai. A grin slid across her face. He was taking the bait. She was planning on hopping down from the tree and doubling back to the house. She wanted to see how long it would take him to work out that she had returned. Carefully, she hopped down from the tree and had started carefully working her way through the sleeping pride. However, she hadn’t counted on the tiny little lion cub curled up almost invisible in the tall grass. The heel of her foot came down on the cub’s tail and he let out a bloodcurdling yelp. The entire pride was immediately up and alert, and unfortunately, homing in on her scent. Cursing herself for her foolishness, her mind raced to come up with a solution.

The cub’s sudden cry for help had immediately grabbed Rohkan’s attention. He had been heading toward that very tree, having caught faint whiffs of her scent pointing him in that direction. Hidden within the tall grass, he watched as the lions stirred and seem to be scenting something within their midst. At that same moment, a shimmery shadow had taken a step to avoid one of the prowling lions. Immediately he realized Aeia was standing quite literally in the center of an agitated pride of lions. His heartrate tripled. He knew between their skills, the lions were no match for them, but they were outnumbered, and he wasn’t sure if they could kill them fast enough before one of them got a lucky swipe of their claws in. Plus, he realized, Aeia had come out without her bow. She was defenseless. The game had turned a bit more real.

Suddenly, one of the lionesses had gotten too close and picked up her scent along with the sound of her rapidly beating heart. With a roar, she lunged at Aeia. Swiftly, Aeia had catapulted herself backwards as she disengaged away. But now the rest of the lions were aware of her, for she had broken her camouflage. Quickly, she threw another frost trap onto the ground to slow the angry pride. Unfortunately, when she turned to run, her ankle had snagged an earthroot and she tumbled to the ground. She tried to get back up, but she almost instantly collapsed. Her ankle red and swelling already. ‘Well that’s just fucking fantastic,’ she thought at her sprained ankle. Turning her attention back to the stalking lions, she desperately started scooting back on her ass and hands, trying to put as much distance between her and the pride. A large lioness at the front, managed to work her way through the trap and lunged at Aeia. A huge blue and green striped blur flew past her and collided with the lioness, knocking her to the ground.

His limbs were burning as he raced to her. He had seen her fall, and knew it was only a matter of seconds before the lions reached her. When the lioness had pounced, his heart nearly stopped, but his eyes had turned blood red as his instincts fueled him forward. Launching himself into the air, he slammed into the lioness, his massive jaws ripping out her throat as they hit the ground. He rolled to his feet just as two more lionesses charged at him. The bloodlust in full control as he moved without thinking. Dodging one lioness, he caught the other in the shoulder with his tusks, ripping through muscle and scraping bone. A mournful howl left her maw as she fell, her front leg no longer able to support her. Claws raked his shoulder as the other lioness leapt upon his back. Roaring, he twisted his head around, snapping his jaws at her. The movement loosened her grip and she fell from his back. He was instantly on top of her, strong jaws closing around her neck and crushing her spine with a single ferocious bite. Releasing her body, Rohkan moved to stand between his motionless mate, and the rest of the lions. She was visibly shaken and the slight tang of fear in her scent was driving his instincts harder. ‘His mate was scared and in danger’ was the only thought racing through him as the bloodlust continued to rip through his veins. When he saw her rise, keeping as much pressure off her swollen ankle as she could and her mouth set in a hard line, his instincts purred in pride at his strong mate.

He was breathtaking. She had seen him in his tiger form, but not like this. Blood was coating his muzzle and chest, his eyes a deep feral red, and his body was coiled and tensed, ready to take on the rest of the pride. He moved as though his muscles were liquid and his sleek coat shown in the moonlight. Aeia couldn’t help but feel her blood heat at the sight of him. He was raw feral power and he was protecting her. As absolutely ridiculous as the timing was, an aroused shudder coursed through her.

The breeze shifted and a new scent assailed his nose, breaking through the red haze of his bloodlust. He almost turned to gape at her. She was aroused! ‘Gods this woman,’ he thought shaking his head as he regained his awareness. Lowering his center of weight, he dug his claws into the rough dirt and let out a deafening roar. The lions that had been inching closer stopped. They were still weary at the death of their sisters, but their anger and hunger were starting to drive them towards the two strangers. But when the trespassing cat released a roar, they froze. Before they began inching forwards again, several of the cats let out a pained scream.

Aeia had thrown an explosive trap into the midst of the cats. Flaring to life, it spread fire out under their paws, scorching them as flames licked at their fur. Almost immediately the cats had started to retreat.

As soon as Rohkan saw the lions starting to flee with panic in their eyes, he had swiftly shifted to his stag form. Turning towards Aeia, she wasted no time in throwing her leg over his back. He felt her hands twist in his fur as he raced them back towards Ratchet. Once they were well within the borders of the town, he reduced his speed to a light gallop. Tossing his antlers, he snorted, his breath coming from his muzzle in pants. His chest was heaving. The rapid shifts together with the battle adrenaline had taken its toll. “Dammit, Aeia,” he said with another shake of his antlers. His voice sounded richer, deeper, in this form. And it only served to excite her more.

She knew he was mad. She had been reckless and foolish. But to be fair, she would have been fine if it hadn’t been for the calamity of errors… First the cub, then the root. Shaking her own head, she leaned down and stroked his neck. “Don’t be mad mate. Everything would have been fine if it hadn’t of been for that damn cub,” she huffed out. The ache in her ankle was starting to agitate her, and she was aroused to the point of distraction. She didn’t even know where to start on that thought. She was surprised that his tiger form had aroused her, but then again, she hadn’t seen a tiger, she had only seen Rohkan, her mate.

Even in his stag form, Rohkan could smell her heady arousal. The scent, coupled with the heat of her draped across his back, was making his blood run hot. His heart was still racing with adrenaline and his body was on edge from the hunt, but that thrill shifted to lower parts of his body as he became aware that he had captured his prey. Keeping his muzzle shut, he allowed her to think he was mad. Truthfully, he was a bit upset with her, but only because she had put herself in danger and gotten herself hurt. He could care less about his own wounds. And although the bloodlust had abated, the strong scent of her arousal peppered with the smell of blood and fear had his instincts roiling under his skin. The need to take her, own her permeating his every thought. ‘He would claim his prize and they would complete the bonding tonight,’ he thought with finality.

Reaching her home, Rohkan knelt to allow her to slip from his back. Aeia kept a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she kept the leg of her swollen ankle bent and off the ground. The sensation of his shift startled her. She could feel as his bones shifted and cracked or lengthened as he reverted to his troll form. As soon as he had fully shifted, he turned blood red eyes on her. She gasped, nervous that he was still riding the bloodlust and was that angry with her. It was in that moment, that she saw how other people thought of trolls as nothing but primitive savages. The lions blood was still smeared over his jaw and down his throat and coating the tips of his tusks, chest heaving with heavy breaths, eyes primal and matching the color of that blood, and his muscles wound tight from battle. He looked primal and bestial. But instead of shaking in fear as most would, she was trembling as warmth pooled between her legs. He still hadn’t said a word as he simply watched her.

Quickly, she pulled her key from her pocket and undid the lock. Pushing the door open, she started to limp over the threshold, but two strong arms had spun her around and picked her up, pulling her legs around his waist. One step was all it took for his long legs to enter her home and clear the door. He all but slammed it shut as he threw her up against it, his body pressed against her hard, pinning her. Those crimson eyes that she thought had held anger, were boring into her with such heated passion, she thought she would catch fire. Using one hand, he grasped both of hers and held them above her head, his other hand already under her shirt and squeezing her breast. A moan fell from her glistening lips as she felt his erection grind against her. He was already thick and hard with need.

The need to mate and possess her was driving him hard as he fought to keep some semblance of control. But when her arousal spiked at his forcefulness, he couldn’t help but think, ‘Fuck it,’ and let himself go. With a feral growl, he withdrew his hand and transformed it into a partial paw, shredding her shirt and breast band down the front in one careful swipe. Stepping back a bit, he forced her to drop her legs, and keeping her hands pinned above her head, he used his clawed hand to shred the front of her pants and through to her underwear, loosening them enough to fall down her hips. Aeia managed to kick off her boots and squirm out of the shredded pants and panties, while he unbelted his kilt, letting it drop to the floor. Her ankle had protested, but she ignored it. Instantly he was against her again, her legs back around his waist.

She could feel his thick member nudging between her slick folds. A whimper escaped her lips as apprehension rose in her belly. Seeming to sense her worry, Rohkan ran his long warm tongue across his mark. Instantaneously, warm pleasure shot through her to the core at the same time as he buried himself to the hilt. A loud moan left her throat at both sensations. She’d never felt anything like that before. It was as though she had felt an echo of his emotions shock through her system. There was almost no pain this time, which was a good thing as he had instantly begun a frenzied pace. He would barely pull out of her before slamming back inside, each quick thrust pushing perfectly against that pleasure spot within. His hips were ramming into hers with such force, that she knew she’d have fresh bruises. Her body was already beginning to tremble with the force of his need. His free hand had pushed the ruined fabric of her shirt and band aside and was currently squeezing her breast roughly. His fingers pinching her nipple on every other upward thrust. It was driving her wild. Her chest was heaving with her labored breathing and her abdomen was starting to clench. He was overwhelming her in every way. As soon as her inner muscles started to contract, she felt him shudder. They were both on that cusp. With a feral growl, Rohkan bit down over her mark, his teeth aligning perfectly with the previous indentions, as he thrust into her painfully deep, his hot seed shooting deep within her womb. Aeia threw her head back with a scream as she came, shattering around him. What he felt as he orgasmed seemed to radiate through her from the bite. She could almost feel exactly what he was feeling, which only doubled the intensity of her soul shattering orgasm.

His instincts having been sated, he released the trembling elf’s hands, as he kissed her gently. Her shoulders ached as she wrapped her arms around his neck. But again, she ignored it. She was spent, and it felt wonderful. She’d never been so forcefully taken and it amazed her how much she enjoyed it. A small light bulb went off. “The bond,” she whispered against his lips. Rohkan chuckled, “Who be sayin’ we done, Aeia? An’ ‘cause I didn’ allow ya any freedom da firs’ time, I’ll be lettin’ you choose where ya wan’ meh ta take ya next,” he purred out as he ran his tongue along the inner shell of her ear.

A shudder rippled through her. His voice was unmistakably masculine as it dripped with both promise and challenge. The promise of what was yet to come, and daring her to deny him. Not patient enough to go upstairs and not wanting to get even dirtier rolling around on the floor, she said the first thing that popped into her head, “Table.”

A huge grin spread across Rohkan’s lips as he nipped at her ear. Her answer both surprised and thrilled him. This frisky little elf, really was his soulmate. He had expected a more mundane answer, like the bed or possibly the bath since he was still covered in blood and they were both filthy. But her answer was right up his alley, in fact he had wanted to lay her on it since that first kiss they shared at the table. Growling his approval at her choice, he slid one hand under her ass while he snaked his other behind her back. Stepping from the wall, he carried her to the kitchen table.

Her arms and legs had tightened around him when he pulled away from the door. Which pulled a small gasp from them both. He was still buried inside her, and every step he took, she felt him shift within as he started to reharden. Reaching the table, he gently laid her down on her back and slid out of her, drawing forth a whimper. He smirked down at her. Standing straight, he pulled his tunic over his head, folded it a few times, then placed it under her head. He didn’t want this time to be quite so rough. The instincts weren’t riding him quite so hard this time around and he wanted her to be at least somewhat comfortable. His heart warmed at the small smile she gave him. Pulling her ass to the very edge of the table, he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her panting lips. Mindful of his tusks, he began tailing kisses down her body. A lick there, a kiss here, and a bite in-between. His lips barely missed an inch of her skin.

Aeia was in heaven. His tongue and lips felt so sweet and gentle over her heated flesh. A whimper had crossed her lips when he simply kissed each nipple, giving her a teasing grin. It was like his mouth was leaving a scorching trail of fire in its wake, and her body ached to be touched to soothe the fire. As he neared the apex of her thighs, Aeia propped herself up on her elbows to watch him.

Gently spreading her thighs, Rohkan knelt before her and placed a tender kiss to the inside of each. He inhaled deeply, the smell of her arousal mixed with his scent made his instincts purr with satisfaction. Angling her hips up a bit, he slid the tip of his tongue along her dripping seam. The taste of their combined essence brought a growl from deep within his chest. His lips curling into a grin at her soft moan and the shudder he felt travel under his palms. Picking her legs up, he draped them over his shoulders. When a pained gasp slipped her lips, he froze. He had forgotten about her ankle. Gently sliding his hand down her leg, he wrapped his hand firmly around the swollen flesh. Calling forth his healing powers, he cast rejuvenation over the pained joint.

The dull throb instantly faded away and Aeia flexed her foot. “Beddah, mate?” he asked as he looked up along her body. Aeia nodded, “Yes, but for the love of the goddess, don’t stop.” Her voice was thick with need and desire and her eyes locked with his crimson ones.

Rohkan couldn’t suppress the chuckle that rose within him. With a cocky, yet sexy grin, “As you wish, mate.” Placing his large hands over her inner thighs to keep her spread and still, her legs still draped over his shoulders, Rohkan lowered his mouth to her. His long hot tongue slid between her folds, her hips jerking in response. She tasted exquisite. Fresh and sweet like a heaven peach, but heavy on the tongue like a rich, dark ale. The saltiness of his seed only further enhancing the sweetness of her natural flavor. Rohkan quickly found himself getting drunk on her essence has his tongue delved deep within her. His hands gently spreading her lips to allow him more access to her hidden depths.

Aeia had begun to squirm, but his strong hands held her still. That tongue was doing things to her that she didn’t know were possible. He’d shove deep, then undulate it, causing sparks of pleasure to burst within her. It was so long and agile, and she could already feel her abdominals burning as they wound tighter. When he slid his tongue out and flicked her clit, she about screamed. But when he brought his teeth down around it, putting just enough pressure to be border line painful and pressed down with his tongue, she did scream. Several Zandali curses left her lips and Rohkan growled against her clit. The vibration winding that coil even further. She was so damn close.

“Dat dirty mouth a yas, be getting ya everyting, Aeia,” he said in a throaty growl against her. Shivers coursed through her body at that sensation. With a quick thrust of his tongue, he slid it as deep as he could. He knew she was close and he wanted to hear that scream again. So, keeping his tongue buried within, he opened his jaw wide. The sharp teeth along the top of his jaw scraped over her sensitive bud at the same time he curled his tongue within her. He wasn’t disappointed. A curse followed by his name tore from her lips as she came.

Her body was trembling as he withdrew his tongue, tortuously slow. Her orgasm was still throbbing through her system as he stood, keeping her legs over his shoulders. With a devilish grin, he licked his lips and looked her up and down causing her muscles to clench. ‘Fucking hell. It should not be possible for him to look that cocky and sexy at the same time,’ she thought to herself as their eyes locked. A needy whimper slipping from her lips.

Angling himself, he slid just the tip within her scorching entrance. Rohkan bent over her, bracing himself above her with one arm while his other locked over her legs just below his chest, keeping them pinned to his body. She was bent almost in half, which angled her hips sharply. Pushing his hips forward, he slid in, seating himself fully within her.

Aeia moaned, stretched out before him. She had thrown her arms up above her head as her fingers tangled in the thick waves of her hair. As ready as she was for him, this position made her feel impossibly tight around his thick length. It also caused him to bottom out quicker, pushing harshly against the back of her cervix. With a slight cry and moan of pleasure, he began moving.

Keeping his movements slow and gentle, Rohkan made love to his mate. Her mewls and moans of pleasure making his heart pound. Rohkan watched as a thin sheet of sweat beaded over her skin, making her glow. Her head was writhing back and forth as her third orgasm started to build. Her muscles began to tense, but he wouldn’t allow her to fall just set. He shifted his angle and grinned when he saw her relax, her orgasm having to rebuild anew. The third time he did this, she groaned out in frustration and kicked his shoulder with the back of her heel.

“Vekking troll matlo,” she hissed at him in Zandali. Her body was wound impossibly tight and he wouldn’t let her finish. Sucking in a breath, she was about to call him every dirty name in the book until he brought her screaming, but she never got the chance. Abruptly he had shifted his angle once more and picked up his pace. The new angle was driving into that hidden button that made her see stars. Flashes of heat and pleasure coursed through her as a single heavy curse fell from her lips. His hips were drilling into her and it felt maddeningly wonderful.

Her Zandali curses had him shuddering. He didn’t know what it was, but when those words dripped past her lips it made his blood turn to molten lava and he changed the game. That cliff was very close for him as he felt her start to clench around him, but he wasn’t ready just yet. There was still something they had to do. He released her legs and let them drop to his hips, settling around his waist. Reaching out, he slid his hand under her back and drew her up to almost sitting. His hips never stilled in their assault as he met her halfway, his hand shifting to behind her neck. Sweat slickened both their bodies as they came dangerously close to that precipice. Pulling her face close to his collar bone, he growled out, “Hard ‘nuff ta break skin. An’ memba mate, ya gotta focus yaself inta da bite when ya taste mah blood.”

Aeia’s hands gripped his shoulders, holding on tight as that cord wound so close to breaking. She still wasn’t sure exactly what she was supposed to do other than bite him, but she was hoping she’d get it right. She wanted the bonding complete. She wanted to be his in every way. Just before that cord snapped, Rohkan licked over her mark. That was all she needed. With a jerk of her whole body, she sunk her fangs into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Hot thick blood filled her mouth and she instantly knew what to do. Her mind clear, she focused on both him and the bloodied bite and pushed a piece of her very soul into him through his blood. Keeping her mouth clamped over his skin, she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.

Rohkan’s body shook. Her orgasm, coupled with the mating bite, brought him with a roar. His seed spurting out in a continuous stream within her womb as his hips shuddered. He could almost feel the snap as the bond became complete. Drawing her from his neck, he pulled her to him, crashing his lips against hers. He could taste his blood on her lips and it only seemed to bring forth another aftershock of his orgasm. His entire body shook as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. Her arms circling his neck as his lips and tongue moved against hers. ‘His. His mate,’ was on repeat within his mind.

Breaking from the forceful kiss for much needed air, Aeia licked at his throat. She cleaned the last few drops of his blood away and looked at her mark upon him. She couldn’t believe that it had already healed as it should. Her fang punctures turning bright red but no longer bleeding. She swept her tongue across it. Her mind spun as she instantly came again. She couldn’t even begin to describe the sensation. It was as though their hearts had synced and their emotions flowed between one another. His primal need and love for her had rocked her to the core. She had felt that initial electrical pop when the bond was completed, but that paled in comparison to this. They were connected on an entirely different plane of existence. Calming herself and steadying her gasping breaths at the unexpected orgasm, she leaned back and looked up at him, “What the hell was that? And is that normal?”

Rohkan himself had been taken by surprise at the feelings that had surged through him at the lick of her tongue. He knew the bites would be sensitive to one another, especially during love making, but he hadn’t been anywhere near prepared for the strength of the sensation. He had had to brace himself against the table, for he had felt as though his knees would buckle at the sheer weight of her love and devotion that coursed through him. “Aye, da bond be completed an’ normal. It jus’ be dat much strongah cause we be true mates. Dat an’ apparently we both alreadeh be deep in love,” he got out between his own ragged breaths.

She was exhausted and completely overwhelmed, but in a happy way. She nearly giggled as they both broke into jaw cracking yawns. Half lidded, liquid silver eyes filled with tenderness and passion met molten orange, glowing with love and need. A tired whisper left her mouth, “Take me to bed, mate.”

So, he did.

Unbeknownst to the mated pair, once they had settled into bed upstairs, a very quiet raptor slipped in through the window and curled up in his nest. He had come home and stayed outside the window, his nose picking up the scent of their mating, and waited til they had moved to her nest. Atal’ai was content. His mistress had found a strong mate to protect her along with himself. With a yawn of his own, the blue raptor closed his eyes to sleep.
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