Chapter 19 #3
I rake my nails over the scales on his back, the coolness a welcome relief to my blazing skin.
“Harder, Lowell, please,” I rasp between kisses, his tongues occupying most of the space in my mouth.
His saliva is oddly sweet. If I’m not careful, it’ll be all I crave from now on.
Lowell hums, then bites down on my lower lip in the same way I did to him, almost as if a sort of revenge. I taste copper for a moment before he licks it away.
“If I go any harder, I’ll bite you.”
“Then bite me,” I moan. I’m desperate for him to consume me. I want him. I want whatever he’s willing and able to give. Every bratty, rude, evil, violent, monstrous inch.
He shakes his head, body still restrained. “It’ll hurt — and leave a mark. It’s a mating bite meant for scales,” he groans.
Mating bite.
My heart flutters before growing cold at his hesitation. Lowell’s newfound affection for me has stripped him of the one thing I find most irresistible about him, and I can’t get off without it.
Dropping my legs from where they’re locked behind his back, I kick above his injury with the heel of my foot.
Lowell’s eyes pin, but they seem panicked. “May, stop, that’s not a good idea—”
My fist connects with his chest, then again and again until I’m throwing punches so hard I nearly break out into a sweat. My knuckles burn as Lowell’s scales rip at the thin skin, but I don’t stop.
“May—”
Using both hands, I start pushing at his chest. I’m no stronger than before, still fruitlessly struggling against the immovable mass of muscle.
Lowell’s eyes snap shut, his biceps flexing as he focuses on giving me even, calculated thrusts.
Although it feels heavenly, the anticipation of possibly receiving whatever he’s holding back dulls the sensation.
When I don’t get the reaction I want from my shoves, I drive my heel into his injury directly, flailing beneath him like a captured animal. I let out a scream of frustration, digging my nails into his chest.
A deep, terrifying hiss halts my attempts to goad him. My fingers push into his collarbone, bringing clarity to his eyes.
Lowell’s tail slaps to one side of the tent, holding him steady as he lowers me to the ground with my hips lifted and still attached. He cages me with both arms, his palms splayed on either side of my head, claws grazing my cheeks.
“You don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” he warns, teeth bared. Fingers flex against the floor of the bedroll, ripping the already clawed fabric to shreds.
My throat tightens at the sight, a chill running down my spine.
Fear and lust intertwine, a vice around my heart that refuses to give an inch to reason.
I’m consumed with lust for Lowell, all reason and self-preservation turning to ash with want for this creature and his penchant for eating humans. Including me.
I lift my chin, exposing my neck. “You’re right, I don’t know. So show me,” I say.
Lowell snarls, his mouth gaping and neck straining with failing restraint.
His chest is huffing, his scales shivering in waves.
I can tell he’s barely hanging on, his primal instincts inching him closer to my neck.
All I can do is will that final thread to snap, to push him past the point of no return until we are nothing but opposing flames consuming one another.
“You can have me, Lowell,” I say, undulating my hips into his. “In whatever way you want.”
He turns his head away although he continues to dip lower. “It’ll hurt. A lot,” He whispers through the growls, conflicted.
“I don’t care.” I breathe, my voice hitching. “I want it.”
With desperation, I shove my hands into Lowell’s mouth. Yanking his head side-to-side by his fangs, his brows pinch, expression laced with concern.
Positioning my legs behind him once more for stability, I use his continued hesitation to pull myself up by his fangs. When my nose bumps his snout, I bite down on the soft skin of his nostrils as hard as I can. While I’m unable to break through his scales, I hear them buckle.
Lowell’s eyes form slits, the amber as bright as the light reflecting in our tent.
“You…” The next words out of his maw are inhuman, deep, and vibrating. Bumps rush over my skin, chilled and disturbed. Yet I smile.
He shoves me to the ground, his nostril twitching where I had bitten him. Behind his pupils resides the alluring creature I have seen many times before, uncontrolled and famished. Aggressive and without a hint of reason.
“Bite me,” I plead.
Lowell’s large hands press so deeply into my shoulders that I flinch. It takes no time for him to let go, his muscles rippling until they appear that they’ll come unraveled.
Thrill runs through each appendage, the anticipation enough to orgasm, alone.
“Lowell—”
Then, finally, he snaps.
He suddenly lurches forward, connecting his mouth and teeth to my shoulder for the contact I’ve been begging for.
I wince from the initial pain but am soon filled with elation by the way he groans through his full mouth.
Wrapping his lips around the bite, he laps at the pooling blood like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have.
A breath of relief exits my lungs, a giddy smile curving my lips upward. I feel my neck warming, but not only from the wound. His teeth scrape against bone, the sensation thrilling me to my core.
Bucking my hips, I ask Lowell’s body for permission to continue. Without delaying, he resumes pumping his cock into me, frantic and vulgar. He thrusts with such carnality that my legs break free from their place around his waist, flailing freely and without care.
I lean into Lowell’s face where he’s bitten down, clawing and grasping at his back but am thwarted by tough, impenetrable scales.
He pounds himself into me wildly, so hard that my hips will surely bruise. Filling me to the brim and pushing me well past my limits, I’m engulfed in an addictive concoction of pain and pleasure.
I need more.
Wrapping his tail around my wrist, Lowell drags my shoulder further into his mouth, as though reading my mind.
I inhale sharply, a mewl pouring from my mouth so loud it’s embarrassing. I’m flooded with Lowell’s scent of clove and tobacco, turning into him deeper so I can remain enveloped in his aroma.
The tent rattles with feral movements, Lowell’s grunts and pants only a decibel louder than mine. I call his name again and again, the enunciation growing more incoherent with each pass of his bumps over my G-spot.
I’m lost in him. Caged in by large, sharp claws while his cologne dominates the space in my lungs, his fangs buried in my shoulder, and his cock pounding into me so violently I momentarily lose vision. Like a predator that captured its prize, his head shakes lightly.
If I die at this moment, I’ll be satisfied.
“Fuck, May,” Lowell cries, his words slurred. His rocking against me has only grown more frantic, the wet, squelching arousal splashing up my thighs and abdomen.
I love watching him come unraveled, with a feeble pinch in his brow that has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
I tremble, my core bearing down on his cock as our breathy pants fill the space with nothing but hot air and need. Both of us are eager and greedy for climax, dragging one another up the mountain of release with brutality each time we connect at the hips.
I kiss the side of Lowell’s head, my pussy quivering and pulsating as I find my release in the way the tip of his dick spears me to my cervix.
My mind becomes a puddle of satisfaction, my heart quickening its pace.
Blood pumps through me as electricity tingles my skin, my lips parted and calling nothing but Lowell’s name.
“Lowell, I’m so close,” I breathe, my eyelids fluttering.
I’m right on the edge of bliss each time he pulls out to the tapered tip, plunging his girth deeper down to the base afterward.
The friction, the heat, the needy desire for him to fill me, and his unabashed taking of what he needs from me in any way possible have stars exploding behind my eyes.
I can barely see through the foggy gloss over my eyes.
Lowell grasps me underneath my ass, rocking my hips against his dick and increasing the speed until he can go no faster.
He releases his bite on my neck to nuzzle against my cheek.
“Be a good girl and cum around my cock,” He whispers, clicking his teeth.
Something in my brain snaps loose at his command as if I was only waiting for his approval this whole time. My back arches against the bed roll, slamming my chest into his as I throw my head back, a scream ripping through my throat as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
My pussy grips his cock, caressing every contour, bump, and crevasse with the ferocity of my climax.
I’ve been lifted past the clouds, out into space where I’m covered in warmth and the gentle prickle of his bewitching touch.
I never want to leave this feeling, the brutal amorous force of a high that has my knees quaking.
As far as I’ve climbed, I’ve just as long to fall. Muscles convulse sporadically as I milk Lowell, his shaft pulsating and his moans growing louder and whinier each time I squeeze.
Riding the waves of release, Lowell continues to thrust into me, working my orgasm to completion with repeated, calculated presses into my most sensitive spots. I’m nearly gelatinous by the time I fall back to earth.
Nothing seems to matter anymore as I lie in orgasmic bliss. Not the sandstorm, not the threat of death, not Lowell’s injuries, not even my eco-terrorist actions. Nothing matters. All my problems melt away as my mind is licked with ecstasy.
I go limp in Lowell’s arms, but he holds me upright to keep us attached to continue to pump into me for his own pleasure. This time, his thrusts are long and slow, savoring, in a way. His vocalizations grow deep and shaky.