Myranda was so very wounded, and it made Metas frown at each bite mark that marred her flesh. He didn't need her comforting him anymore, as nothing made him feel worse than seeing a bite mark of any kind on his mate.
If anyone was going to bite her, it should be Metas himself. He lifted her up by cupping her buttocks with both of his hands, and didn't stop his desire to give them both a slight squeeze as he pulled her into him possessively in protection.
"I am sorry they harmed you, my sweet" Metas muttered into the white half of her hair and gave the top of her head soft kisses.
"Ah, they only wish they harmed me. It's just a mere flesh wound and nothing more. You're already healing them with your touch, so you should put that out of your mind now, okay?" Myranda returned sweetly into his chin before she gave him a soft kiss near his earlobe.
"It's a shame we won't have privacy tonight," she started as though hinting something, but Metas didn't tread into it out of an abundance of caution.
"There will be other nights," Metas replied steadily and pressed his hand into the small of her back to pull her just a little closer.
The feeling of her intimate parts pressing against his made the moment more erotic than he had planned, but he wasn't going to complain. His focus remained on healing her scrapes and bites as he gave her face soft kisses and ran his thumbs through her hair to inspect for any wounds underneath the strands.
"Do you think we will again anytime soon - or should we take advantage of the time we have now?" Myranda hinted and ran her hand up his hairy, muscular chest and then over his shoulder as though she were trying to pull him closer to her, but it wouldn't be physically possible at this point.
She laid her head down onto his shoulder as his fingers delicately moved her soft strands of hair away from her neck and shoulders so he could inspect her closer.
"We will have time alone again, my love. For now, I want to focus on making you feel better in another way. You had some deep cuts and that bite wound on your chest offends me - because the only male who should ever get to bite you, is me." Metas replied as his golden eyes danced over her beautiful body and smooth skin.
Myranda chuckled in delight and placed a kiss on his neck where her lips were close to. "You are the only one I want to bite me, so at least we share that sentiment. I want you to bite me properly, though - on my nape..." she trailed off so she could study his face, and only grinned when she saw his widened eyes looked down to her.
"I can't do that here if that is what you desire, then" Metas tried to play off her words, but now he was thinking about taking her from behind and it made his member betray the part he was trying to play.
"...but you want to..." Myranda said with a naughty tone that dripped with desire.
"More than you know...." he replied and growled just a little at the thought of grasping her hips and pulling them onto his throbbing rod as hard and as fast as he pleased.
"So....why don't you?" she dared into his ear and nipped his earlobe with the intent to lure him into her trap.
"You want me to take you right out here? That doesn't seem fitting for you, my Luna. I see you in firelight on a pile of silks, where I can take my time and tease you as I'd like. I'd rather be able to take it slow, and touch you as I'd please. To hold you strong beneath me, and pull your bare rump against my manhood - that is what I'd rather do. I want to make love to you, Myranda. A quick fuck isn't befitting. If you want me to make you moan again, I can do what I did last night..." Metas offered and as he spoke he moved his right hand towards the soft slit between her legs and began to wriggle his fingers inside of their embrace.
"Fuck, Metas" Myranda hissed out as he played her right into his 'hand'.
"Such words from such beautiful lips...." he started slyly, and thrust his digits inside of her as he growled dangerously in her ear, "...let's see how filthy you can speak, then..."
"Metas!" Myranda cried out as he went right in for her center and 'vibrated' his hand as his palm sat against the crescent of her toned ass.
"Yes, my sweet?" he asked into her ear and returned her nips with his own.
"Fuck me, you should fuck me right now," she begged as his loving assault on her g-spot continued.
"No...not now..." the Alpha said with force that held a tender tone in it for her. "I want to dine upon my prey when I am most hungry," he followed up and caused his mate to writhe with pleasure as his fingers began to move in a gentle circular motion within her walls.
"Ahgn~" she called out in sweet soundings as the Alpha brought her closer and closer to the apex of pleasure.
"Call my name, Myranda" he commanded her with a stern request laced in dominance.
"Metas," she moaned out obediently.
"Louder," he urged and began a more loving assault on her center.
"Metas!" Myranda screamed as he truly began to use as much tender force as he could without hurting her that was causing her walls to spasm and 'clench' around his large fingers.
"Now come for me," he ordered and bit the cusp of her ear affectionately.
His direction was not hard to follow as the more he continued to press her hidden pleasure cove until he could feel her soak his fingers and tremble in his embrace. She wasn't shy when it came to letting him know how good the orgasm he brought her to was - and his name left her mouth in loud prayers of thanks as his skills helped her crash into climax again and again.