He didn’t want to prove to be like the males in her past, and yet when Rina traced the line of his mating pocket, he nearly shouted with pleasure. Her cool human fingers danced over his hardness and he swallowed the resonating growl that filled his chest. He wanted to urge her to touch him harder. Give him more. To quit teasing and tormenting him. His cock was hard for her, anxious for her. If she would simply… He recognized the first moment his slit began parting for her. The solid seal easing beneath her maddening touch. It was evidence of his connection to her, his need for her. As if his body identified his mate and was intent on claiming her within the waters of his homeland. He wanted to burst free of the mating pocket and slide into her, fill her with him and then his seed. She would be his. But he’d made a vow. “Rina.” “Hmm…” She purred and his convictions were eaten away by her attentions. Her strokes became more insistent, sliding along the length of his slit, encouraging it to widen further, and then the pads of her fingers slipped beneath the small flap.
