29. Char
29
CHAR
R yoch pulled up in front of my house with a screech of tires.
The drive had been quiet, but his body language was loud. His clenched jaw, the way he possessively stroked my neck. I could see his muscles tensing as he accelerated, ready to pounce. He was usually so in control, and watching him struggle to contain himself made my anticipation ramp even higher. I was desperate for him, just as much as he was for me.
We barely made it inside, door closed and locked, before we were tearing off each other’s clothes. I ripped his shirt as he growled and yanked down my jeans. He shifted, tentacles reaching to aid him. Soon we were both undressed, kissing hard. His lithis released the tangy sagar , letting him plunge to the back of my throat as I moaned for more.
In a blur of limbs, his ta’laps wrapped around my waist and thighs and arms, lifting my feet off the ground. He spread my legs to fit around his hips and carried me to the bedroom, hands free to cradle my face, never pausing the kiss. I could feel his hard, studded length sliding through my folds and brushing my clit, and I bucked against it, needing him to fill me.
Ryoch pulled his lithis from my mouth as I sucked at it greedily, already missing the feeling of pressure. He lifted me away and set me down on my back on the bed, standing over me between my legs, giving me a view of his amazing muscular chest and rippling abs. His silver gaze met mine, and my rapid breaths caught at the emotion there.
It was everything I felt, reflected back at me. Love, desire, possession. My skin heated, pussy aching for his cock. I was dripping, so wet, and I whimpered.
“Please, Ryoch.” My body trembled with need.
“You want my bond, sta’la . Say it again.” His voice was ragged.
It was my last chance. I looked into his beautiful eyes, and a warm sense of rightness gripped my heart. He was worth the risk. “I want your bond. I’m yours, Ryoch. And you’re mine.”
“Yours.” He didn’t seem capable of any more words.
Ta’laps skimmed up my sides, pulling my arms up and over my head and pinning them. Others coiled around my breasts, the stud-like drols rubbing over my nipples as the tentacles massaged and pinched. I arched up into them as much as I could with my wrists held down.
Without pausing in his attentions to my upper body, Ryoch lowered himself to the floor between my spread legs. He used his hands to push my thighs farther apart, then licked through my folds with an erotic moan, loudly sipping. My body shuddered in his tight grip, stomach clenching as he pushed his lithis into my pussy, his firm lips moving over my clit.
The sagar had only just begun to work when I felt him probing deep inside me. The pressure had me crying out in ecstasy, and I came fast, releasing what felt like a flood of slick. He kept his mouth humming over my opening, tongue buried, fingers digging in to spread my legs even more, as I writhed and moaned under him.
Finally, he withdrew his long lithis , leaving me empty and quivering as the tip slipped back between his lips. He turned his face to kiss my inner thigh. “So wet,” he groaned, “ready for my seed.”
My chest heaved. “Please. Give me your cock.” The words were a demand, but they came out as a whine. It didn’t matter that I’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm on his incredible tongue. I was ready for everything.
“No more waiting,” he rasped.
Ryoch stood and leaned over me, the head of his cock pressing to my entrance. Tentacles stroked and teased around my ribs and neck, sending jolts of sensation along my skin and making me feel like a live wire. Every touch, every light caress, was amplified.
As he lowered down and pushed inside, he freed my wrists. My arms came around his shoulders, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. He eased in, his drols stimulating me inside and out with every inch. Both of us moaned as he slowly filled me.
There was a moment when my body tensed at the fullness, but the sagar had done its job, and soon Ryoch was hitting me deep. The pressure and penetration alone had me on the verge of another orgasm. Then I felt his seal pushing against my clit, pulsing and throbbing, and I left orbit.
My back bowed up off the bed as his cock kicked, thrusting while his seal held us together with the perfect amount of stimulation to my clit. I could feel my body shaking like it would fly apart, but Ryoch’s ta’laps coiled tighter around me, holding me as every muscle spasmed and contracted. And when I was at the height of it, lost to the pleasure, he bit.
I clamped down around him, crying out as he lifted his head and roared, joining me with his own climax and filling me with his seed. The pressure built and built as he kept pumping inside me, and I kept coming. He bent to lick and nuzzle the bite mark, groaning against my skin. And that’s when I felt it. His love and relief, like a tidal wave rushing into my heart.
Bonded. Complete.
I looked up and found his silver eyes bright above me, unfiltered happiness shining through his broad smile. “You love me,” he said.
“And you love me.” My face must have looked the same, my lips stretched in the widest smile I’d probably ever had. The certainty of knowing, really knowing, how strongly he felt about me was a gift, sending a thrilled shiver through my body.
And he didn’t have to wonder what caused it. He could feel it.
We stayed wrapped around each other until his seal loosened, and he carefully pulled out. I already wanted him again. He laughed, rolling over and pulling me to his chest.
“Soon, my love. I’ll make you happy the rest of our lives, Charlotte. I promise.”
I couldn’t help the tears that came. “I know, Ryoch. I know.”