63. Bodies Part II 🍋

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Important term:
Catching: the word for impregnation, what happens when a male releases his "seed" into their partner during intercourse, otherwise known as knotting.

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Selene was tucked in Kiran’s embrace and she decided.
Against his lips, she murmured, “Okay.”
The kiss separated. Kiran exhaled, their faces tipping forward to rest their foreheads together. Selene heard his heartbeat pick up in tandem with hers. “Are you sure?” he breathed.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling herself closer than possible. He was muscle and power. He was an Alpha male in rut and she was reacting to it like a desperate Omega triggered into a heat. It should be impossible, but it was an inexplicable type of moment blooming in the dead of night. 
“I’m alone with you,” she whispered, sliding her hands forward to hold his face between them, mirroring his earlier action of stroking his ears carefully with her thumbs. The gold skin was smooth over his perfect features—brown, thick brows, high cheekbones, a straight-bridged nose, sensual mouth, a sharp jaw that was prickled with stubble. And his eyes, of course, simmering like embers. “I’m sorry about your ear.”
That filthy mouth quirked upward briefly. “I do not accept your apology.”
“That’s alright. Have you thought of growing out your beard?” Her fingers skimmed his cheek and jaw. “It could look sexy.”
“Does that turn you on?” he rumbled, leaning into her palm. “If so, I’ll consider it.”
She pinched his skin and allowed a smile. “Just fuck me, Kiran.”
His eyes flashed, the embers sparking to life. She’d let males inside her at least a dozen times, but with the barriers she’d placed in her mind, it still felt…odd. Her heart was beating against her ribs. But she was unafraid and willing.
Rising up and back, Kiran’s hands keeping her steady at her backside, Selene looked down to watch the expert but somehow still awkward adjusting of hips to get Kiran’s tip nudging her opening. Their world was nothing but heavy breathing, thrumming heartbeats, and the cloistering scents of sweat and musk. 
They didn’t need words to guide them; it was all shared intuition. They rolled their hips until Kiran’s tip was inside her.
A gasp ripped from them both. Selene’s fingers dug into his back and Kiran drew her closer to bury his face between her breasts. He kept pushing inside inch after glorious inch. Yes, certainly magnificent.
His thrusts were unhurried. Selene watched it happen—his length filled her completely, and her belly extended outward just a little. Kiran stopped kissing to rest the top of his head on her breastbone to watch as well.
“If you get pregnant you’ll get fat,” he remarked.
Selene tuned out the comment and enjoyed the knocking of their hipbones together as they rolled their bodies. Gods, she didn’t know she liked lovemaking more than fucking. She didn’t know she’d like doing it with *Kiran*. 
He was purring against her breasts, tongue licking, and nibbling, coaxing unmindful groans from her. Despite his intense libido, he was exerting exceptional control and restraint. No doubt he wanted to ravish her but he was…respecting her. Taking it slow to make her comfortable.
But her own control was slipping. Each plunge inside her was sending her closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Kiran,” she gasped.
“Selene.” Her name tore from his lips as if he’d barely been holding it in. 
She almost forgot the knotting. The swelling of her belly was the slow forming of Kiran’s knot. He slowed his movements until they were minuscule. Selene’s walls closed in around his member and he was locked inside—and would stay there for the next half hour to ensure she catches. *If* she could catch.
A settling sigh soothed their tense spines. They melted against one another, fitting to each other’s contours. Selene pressed her cheek to the top of Kiran’s head, her arms wrapped around his neck loosely, holding him against her. She was weak with pleasure and full of him—not just his member, but the feel of his skin and hair against hers, his scent, his heart, his labored breathing. Gods, she wanted to stay in his embrace forever.
Kiran’s arms rested on the slopes of her waist, drawing little circles with his forefinger. His teeth were scraping the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Selene almost forgot: if he bit her, that meant he *Marked* her. If he Marked her, he would claim her as a mate. 
Not a soulbound mate, not the supernatural phenomenon, but the fateful promising of their lives together. She would belong to him, and he would belong to her, until death.
She craned her neck to lick the sweat in that place. Kiran shivered and Selene smiled against his skin. She exposed her teeth. So he licked too, before murmuring, “Is that a warning?”
“You bite me, I bite you,” she said softly. 
He grumbled. “I bite to make you bleed, Selene, not Mark you as mine.”
Was that…disappointment that flickered in her chest like a startled butterfly? Or was it relief that he didn’t want to bond? “Should I be offended?”
Kiran started a trail of sucking kisses to her neck. “Do *you* want to Mark *me*?”
He didn’t see her scowl so she nipped at his intact ear, eliciting a flinch, disturbing the process of his releasing of his hot and cold seed. She groaned briefly. 
“Karma,” he purred, adjusting back into comfort, pinching the flesh at her hip.
She refrained from moving and growled, “And mix your foul scent with mine forever? You wish.”
His trail of kisses ended on Selene’s lips, silencing her with deep and slow exploring. His tongue shoved hers aside and tasted her. They remained that way for what seemed like an hour until he started to rock his hips again, steadily picking up pace and force. He wanted to orgasm soon, then. Who was she to resist?
Selene’s core pounded as Kiran pounded into her. Their breathing hitched as they moved hard and fast, completion racing upward. He roared her name first. She immediately responded in kind. Her nails lengthened to claws and she raked them across his back, drawing blood. He gritted his teeth with a drawn-out groan. 
And then unadulterated euphoria shattered through every muscle in their bodies and Selene had never felt so completely content.
*Godsdamnit*.