17. Vael-Torin
VAEL-TORIN
It’s that look that snaps all my discipline.
I do not care about the mad king in this moment, or the terror he’s putting my people through. I do not care about the machine tracking us from the clouds, or the strange voice that’s taken over this strange challenge.
All I register is the grime on Poppy’s cheeks, the defiant tilt of her chin, and the fierce intelligence shining in her eyes.
She knows exactly what she has done to me.
I close the distance between our faces, lowering slowly to her mouth, letting her have time to move away. My wings swallow us completely.
Before she can draw breath to speak, I hook my hands under her arms, pressing her back firmly against the wide trunk of the closest tree.
A sharp gasp escapes her lips, her fingers instantly locking onto my shoulders for balance. Her eyes widen, dark with a sudden, clear-headed hunger that mirrors the fire in my own gut.
"Vael," she breathes, her chest heaving against mine. Her mouth is inches from mine, and I need to taste it. To drink her in.
"No more words, Poppy," I growl. "No more strategy. I flew us from the cave. I want my prize."My hands flex. "You."
I do not wait for her compliance. I do not need to.
Her legs loop around my waist, her ankles crossing behind my back to lock herself against my hips.
The spiced scent of her arousal blooms in the humid air.
This female could have me eating out of her hand.
Her fever is gone, but this deliberate desire is ten times more lethal.
She wants me. She is choosing me with a clear mind.
My cock hits the front of my trousers, skithing frantically.
I reach down with one hand, my talons hooking into the heavy zip of her grey tech suit. I yank it down past her waist, pinning the sleeves around her elbows to trap her arms, exposing the lush, breathtaking curves of her torso. Her breasts are bare, the pink tips hardening instantly.
"God, Vael," she whimpers, throwing her head back against the bark as my mouth drops to her neck.
I bite her. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a purplish mark on the soft skin above her collarbone. “Mine.”
I suck the bruise, my tongue lapping at her pulse while my free hand shucks my trousers down past my hips. My cock pulses, dripping with a heavy bead of moisture.
“Your mine,” I repeat, and her moan only heightens my need.
I grip her thighs, hoisting her higher against the tree trunk. My Poppy pants as I drag my cock through her pussy, urging me on with the movement of her hips. She is already soaking, her slick folds begging for more.
"Look at me," I rasp.
Poppy opens her eyes, her gaze heavy with lust.
I plunge deep into her.
I sink to the very root of my cock in one hard, deliberate stroke. Her silken cunt clamps down around me, making me desperate, making my vision nearly go black.
“Feels so good,” she moans. “You feel so good.”
A low growl tears from my throat, my wings snapping wide behind me to shield her completely from the world.
And to get more leverage.
Poppy moans loudly, her fingernails digging deep into my hide as I begin to move. I hammer into her, my hips slamming against her.
I lose track of time. I lose track of everything but her.
“Kiss me,” she says. “I don’t care that we didn’t brush our teeth.”
Brushing teeth makes no sense to me, but I will kiss her as much as she lets me. Forever.
“Yes.” I curve my body downwards, claiming her mouth along with the rest of her. She falls apart as I palm her breasts, her soft tongue stroking mine, sensory overload.
Unable to kiss her and fuck her as much as I want, I pull away, my hands sliding down to cup her lush bottom. Lifting her to meet my every downward thrust.
“Take it all, Poppy. Claim me as your mate."
She matches my pace, her hips rolling against mine.
I feel the moment she goes over the cliff of pleasure, and I smile down at her, satisfied to watch her unravel.
Her skin’s a beautiful pink all over, her lips swollen from my attention.
She stiffens in my arms, her toes curling against my back with a shattered cry.
Poppy shudders, her cunt gripping my shaft with an agonizing pressure that triggers my own release.
I pump into her, holding her upright, as she’s lost to the pleasure.
Slowly, the tremors fade.
I keep her pinned against the tree, my chest heaving against her breasts, my nose buried in the scent of her hair. I am entirely undone.
I am a captive to this tiny human female, and as my tail wraps tightly around her ankle anchoring her to me, I know I can never let her go.