Chapter 9
Zephrum
Something deep and primal took over. With a rattle of triumph, Zeph charged at Han. Before she could even lower her arms, he had her pushed up against a wall.
Oil leaked from his glands even before he pressed one against the top of her head. His oil soaked into her mane and then her scalp. The smell of their combined scents filled the air, making him breathe deep.
It wasn’t enough!
Unsheathing his claws, he grabbed the neck of her shirt with both hands and ripped the garment from her body. Han gasped but didn’t pull away. She still had some kind of tight cloth covering her breasts. He hooked a claw in the cloth and tugged. It gave way and her gorgeous breasts bounced free.
Grabbing her under the arms, he lifted her high against the wall until her chest was even with his face. He pressed his face to her right breast, rubbing his scent gland all over the soft mound.
“Zeph,” Han moaned. Rolling his eyes up, he saw her mouth was open and eyes closed.
Moving his face, he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She gasped and tried to press harder against him.
He rolled over the taut peak with his tongue then sucked harder.
Pulling his head away, he let her nipple go with a pop and moved to the other breast. He covered the mound in oil then rushed to suck the nipple into his mouth.
Her skin was so soft, he was careful to keep his sharp teeth from accidentally hurting her.
He had to pay special attention when she dug her heels into the wall to help arch her back so she could press herself against his face.
“More,” she begged.
When he sucked harder, she let out a little scream.
Fearful he’d hurt her, he reared back and set her on the ground. The moment he let go, she flew at him. He thought she was going to violently retaliate, but instead she jumped and locked her arms around him and pressed her lips to his.
He groaned at the taste of her.
Her body dangled against his, held up by the strength in her arms around his neck. His little human was so strong!
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her a little so her face was even with his. He looked for signs of distress, like water coming from her eyes. He didn’t see any, but still, she’d screamed for a reason.
“Hurt?”
Why did his voice sound so low? It was as if a part of him had been set loose and wouldn't be re-caged.
The corners of her lips turned up. “You didn’t hurt me. It’s the opposite. I fucking loved everything you were doing. Pushing me up against a wall? Yes! Tearing my clothes off? Hot! Ravaging my nipples. Double hot! I screamed because it felt that good.”
This was going to be a problem. He knew humans screamed because of pain too. How was he supposed to know the difference?
“Can we keep going?” she asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Scared.”
He didn’t know he was going to say that until the word came out of his mouth, but it was appropriate.
“You can’t know this, but that growling voice does it for me,” she said, rubbing her pelvis against his belly.
“I trust you not to hurt me, but I have an idea that might make you more confident. Among humans, there’s this thing called a safe word.
If I say it, everything stops. Unless I say that word, you can trust I’m enjoying everything we’re doing even if I’m screaming at the top of my lungs or telling you to stop. ”
Yes, he liked that. A fail safe that would clearly tell him if he’d gone too far.
Han moaned, pressed her hot center harder against him, and dropped her head back. “Oh, damn, that rumble is perfect. Don’t stop.”
He’d started a sensual, sexual rumble and hadn’t realized it.
“Word!” he demanded. He either needed to keep touching her or leave the room right then. There was no middle ground.
He could tell it took Han a moment to focus past her pleasure. He understood perfectly. Finally she met his gaze.
“Right, I need a safe word. Um, how about endie? It was the word we’d use as kids to tell everyone to stop playing because something was wrong.”
“Endie,” he repeated, making sure he could say the unfamiliar human word.
“Yes, that’s the…oh!”
Now that they had a word, he shoved her up against the wall again. Putting his hands under her ass, he moved her up a little so he could lave his tongue over her breasts again.
He needed her taste in his mouth as much as he needed his next breath.
Her legs loosened around his waist and her eyes closed again. This time when he sucked on her nipple and she let out a little cry, he ignored it.
Now that he didn’t need to worry about hurting her, that primal part of him took complete control. All her sounds were his to take.
He sucked, licked, and mouthed Han’s breasts, feeding on her every gasp. The slight scent he’d noticed earlier got stronger. Only that smell pulled his attention away from her chest.
Lifting her higher, he buried his face between her legs, pulling that delicious scent deep into his lungs.
“Zeph, let me…or you can do that!”
He was too impatient to set her down. He sank his teeth into the cloth of her pants and ripped them away from her body. The fabric separated and hung in shreds, revealing another tight layer wrapped around her privates.
Later they’d talk about all these layers; right now he simply slipped a sharp tooth under the edge of the thin fabric at her waist and ripped it off. She let out a little gasp then cried out when he buried his face against the soft curls there.
When he licked his mouth over the seam, it separated to reveal hot, wet flesh.
Shifting her legs so they were resting over his shoulders, he pressed his mouth close to taste her.
She was the most exquisite thing he’d ever had in his mouth. Greedy to consume all her nectar, he licked and sucked. He found her hole and pressed his long tongue inside.
She writhed and made all kinds of whimpering noises interspersed with gasps or the nickname she’d given him. He liked the way she moaned the single syllable, as if it was a plea and praise.
As he explored, he found a little nub. Curious, he sucked it into his mouth. Han’s reaction was immediate. She grabbed his head and pressed him harder against her.
She was panting and shaking.
“No one has ever…oh, fuck! Zeph!”
Her back bowed, and warm, sweet slick covered his neck and chest. She was marking him with her oil just like he wanted to mark her with his!
He kept working the nub, making her writhe and whimper. He didn’t stop until she let go of his head and dropped her head back against the wall.
“Damn, that was amazing,” she whispered, breathing heavily, her words a little slurred.
“Not done,” he growled. Carefully he set her on her feet. She swayed but stayed upright by leaning against the wall.
“’Course we’re not done,” she said, blinking as if dazed. “It’s your turn.”
“It’s all my turn,” he said, pulling his belt off with shaking hands. “All your sounds, body, and pleasure are mine. Everything I do to you is for me.”
With the belt off, he pulled at his pants but ended up ripping them a little in his haste. He kicked them away and looked back to Han to find her staring at his sex. His mating shaft had already emerged from its protective pouch.
“Oh, you’re big,” she breathed.
“You’ll take me,” he declared. Reaching out he pulled off the remnants of her clothing until she was completely naked. For a moment he was stunned by the sight of her completely unclothed. “By the ancestors, you’re beautiful!”
She suddenly looked shy, and her arms folded over her chest to cover her breasts. “I know I’m a little heavy.”
He didn’t understand what she meant, but he could clearly hear the self-deprecation in her voice. That was unacceptable!
“You are not heavy,” he said, focusing on that as the negative word. “You are perfect!”
He pressed his body against hers, sandwiching her between him and the wall. He widened his legs until his face was even with hers and then captured her lips.
She let out a soft moan, and he greedily captured the sound in his mouth. He would swallow all her sounds if he could, but there was more he wanted to do to her with his face and mouth.
It almost physically hurt to do it, but he broke the kiss. Holding her jaw firmly in his hand so she couldn’t look away, he spoke his truth.
“I’ve never felt for anyone as I feel for you. Everything in me wants to be close to you at all times. Everything about you is the most perfect anyone could ever be. All humans should want to be like you. An example of perfection made flesh.”
Her eyes went wide and her body relaxed against him. “You really think that?”
“I know it,” he said.
He brushed his lips against hers before moving lower, trailing kisses and rubbing his scent glands on her neck and shoulders. He wanted his scent on every part of her.
“That feels so good.” She let her arms drop to her sides, giving him access to her breasts again. He ran his scent glands over them, covering the puckered nipples in oil. If he wasn’t determined to cover her entire body in bonding oil, he would’ve paid more attention to those stiff peaks.
Sinking to his knees, he rubbed his cheeks against her sternum, then belly. Her skin gleamed as the oil soaked in. He kept going, covering her thighs, then shins. When he was done with her front, he grabbed her hips and turned her around to press her front against the wall.
She let out a little gasp then moaned as he started over at her shoulders. After his scent glands left a trail of oil, he’d rub it in with his hands. He massaged every part of her, determined she’d be truly covered in his scent.
When he got to her ass, he slowed down. He paid special attention to those globes, squeezing and kissing as he rubbed. He couldn’t help himself; he nipped her. She cried out then laughed. He did it a few more times, and the laugh turned into a moan.
He took his time, only moving on because he still needed to coat the backs of her legs.
Her skin easily soaked up his oil, as if greedy for any fluid he wanted to give her.