"Jerran, my mate. Show me what you like."
He hesitated only a moment before reaching for her. One broad, long-fingered hand cupped her jaw. The other tangled in her loose hair, wrapping it around and around his fist until he couldn't catch it any tighter. His thumb grazed her lips. "Very well, my Jewel. Open for me, then." The tip of his cock nudged her mouth, seeking entrance. "Put that teasing little tongue to work. That's it. Ah, yes, my Jewel. That's the way. Taste my desire for you, Shantay."
He used the fist in her hair to guide her into the rhythm he wanted, helping her work her mouth over his cock as he thrust forward with tight jabs of his hips. Following his murmured instructions, she laved her tongue around the head, prodded the dripping slit, and swallowed as much of his length as she could, until he almost hit the back of her throat.
Her fingers kept busy, too, sliding into the open flap of his trousers to cup and play with the hard spheres in their delicate sac. Moving her hands to his hips, then around to his ass, she hummed with pleasure as she felt the push and pull in his flanks with every flex that shallowly drove his cock between her lips.
Jerran groaned. "Don't do that, Shantay, or I'll spurt down your lovely throat instead of what I've been waiting to do again since the ceremony." He let her suck his cock a bit longer before tugging her hair and pulling her away from him. "Enough. On the bed, Shantay."
Licking her lips, savoring the taste of him, she stood and freed the polished metal clasps at her shoulders that were all that secured her gown. The sheer fabric whispered down her body, revealing the betrothal chain secured around her waist, the teardrop gem nestled just above her mound. Jerran's eyes fastened on the gem, and he touched it, pressed it into the black curls at the top of her thighs. Trailing his fingers lower, he parted her slit with one finger and brushed her desire-slickened clit once, twice. "Bed, Shantay. Now."
His eyes were hot on her back as she turned on one bare foot and walked up the two steps to the bed's edge. Her knee sank into the mattress and thick coverlet. Instead of pulling the coverlet aside, she crawled to the bed's center. Bending down, she stretched her hands above her head and thrust her ass in the air in an obeisance he couldn't miss the invitation of. Jerran didn't say a word. She heard the matching thuds as he tossed off his boots, the hiss and rustle as he removed his clothes. Then the mattress sank beneath his weight. His wet, strong tongue unexpectedly probed through her nether curls to find the pearl he'd teased and sucked it into his mouth, making her gasp. He ravished her with his mouth until her hips thrust helplessly back, pushing shamelessly against his face as the desire built inside her belly until she could barely breathe.
"Jerran," she cried, gripping the coverlet with desperate fingers. Belatedly, she recalled that she was supposed to be the one making him lose control. Gulping for air, she forced her breaths to steady and stilled her hips. "Jerran," she said in a much steadier voice. "Mate, please don't make me wait any longer. Take me."
His answer was a dark chuckle, but he stopped teasing her clit and eased away. Shantay started to edge her knees wider apart, but he stopped her. "No. Like this," he said, guiding them closer, until they almost touched. His hair-dusted thighs bracketed hers, knees pressing into the mattress on either side. The head of his cock was a blunt pressure against her slit, pressing, pushing, throbbing. She thought it might not go in, she felt so tight. "Easy," Jerran said, steadying her with a hand at her waist. And then he slid smooth and sure into her slick passage. Shantay moaned with delight.
Jerran leaned over her back, wrapped an arm around her waist and set up a steady thrusting that would have moved her forcefully across the bed if not for his own thighs trapping and holding her to his satisfaction. Again, Shantay found herself lost in his lovemaking, crying out her pleasure with abandon. "I love to hear your passion, my Jewel," Jerran praised, alternately sucking and biting her neck in a way that made her want to wiggle even closer to him.
She didn't know what made her open her eyes. But when she did, she saw they'd drawn an audience. Loran, one leg dangling comfortably over a thickly padded arm, lounged in a wide chair against the wall that separated Kai's room from Mikah and Loran's. Mikah leaned against the wall at his side, one hand toying with the curls at the nape of Loran's neck. Kai was a dark shadow where he sat on the edge of his bed in his own chamber, his eyes a faint glitter as they watched his half-brother and their Jewel.
"They only wish to see your beauty, my Jewel," Jerran whispered, the pace of his thrusts seeming to speed with each word. Skilled fingers worked between her thighs to pinch and tease her clit as he pounded into her, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged. "Come for me, Shantay. Come for them."
The tight knot in Shantay's belly suddenly unravelled, flinging threads of joy through her body. She screamed as the sensation ricocheted inside her, making her toes and fingertips tingle, her womb clench and the walls of her passage close around Jerran's cock as if she'd never let him go. It jumped and she felt the gush of his release as he shouted in triumphant possession, clutching her even closer.