Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Especially dangerous cargo should be locked in the captain's quarters
Garrison
WE FELL on each other like animals, fighting for control, savagely taking what we wanted from each other. Kissing was too tame a word for the tongue sucking, teeth clashing, devouring meeting of our mouths.
One minute my fingers were deep in her cunt; the next, she had me on my back with my cock down her throat, her broad, long tongue spiralling round me and sucking my brains out through my dick—until she let me drag her off so I could finger her cunt mercilessly again, while I bit one puffy purple nipple and rolled the other one between my fingers.
“I need to lock you,” Shohari gasped.
Her words reeled me in. I needed that, needed to be so close to her we couldn’t let each other go.
“Where’s my bag?” We hadn’t used the toys yet, spending this morning learning each others’ bodies, but now? Now was good.
“Look under my clothes.”
With a growl, I lurched off the bed, smacking against a light switch as I dove for the floor, scrabbling around to pull out the cock sleeve. She pounced as I returned, pinning me down in an arm lock that made me shiver, my arousal laced with a delicious fear.
“Oh, I like this. Let me put it on you.” Her voice was a low purr, and I let her roll me onto my back. It took a couple of tries to get the sleeve on correctly, but then I had some mobile beads around my shaft, and over my pubic bone, a soft, concave suhla that should fit her clit.
Shohari straddled me and grasped one of my hands, wetting my fingers in her cunt. She wiped them over the suhla, my dick bucking at the sight.
She engulfed me in one swift motion, sliding down my cock as her pussy sucked me in.
We moved in shallow, teasing movements, but I was determined to bounce her on my dick till her curl decided otherwise.
I gripped her hips, lifted her up as best I could, thrusting into her, gazing deep into her sparkling amethyst eyes.
In them, I saw the moment her curl started to latch on, right before its warm tightness gripped my balls.
My pulse hammered an instinctive response.
“You’ve made me come so much today, this might take a while,” she said, vicious delight dancing all over her face.
The half-light cast shadows, her sharp features appearing even more stark, and for a split second I saw the monster other humans might see. Then it was gone, and all that was left was her.
I stroked the sunken contours of her cheek, my thumb skimming her lower lip. “I want to be locked inside you for as long as it takes.”
She lay on top of me, my hands gripping her arse, her hips rolling with mine. “Your suhla feels so skykking good.” It did? God, I wanted to be enough for her.
Her cunt started rippling, and holy fuck, the way it made the beads move in the sleeve was intense, almost too much—but it seemed to be doing the trick for Shohari; her bestial grunts were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
She slid her legs down the side of mine. “Turn us over,” she ordered, grabbing my hips and starting the momentum. We landed heavily with me on top.
And, fuck, the sight of her beneath me stole my breath. Her headspines fanned out on the pillow, twitching and writhing, crystalline eyes blown wide, her lips parted like she didn’t know whether to scream or breathe.
Her breasts spilled out round my fingers and I hunched down, feeding a nipple into my mouth, loving how swollen they got, how sensitive and responsive they were. Everything about Shohari was so full, so much, so fucking perfect.
I rocked my hips as if I was thrusting inside her, starting to enjoy the tug on my balls every time I tried to pull out, the pressure on my taint making my eyes roll back. Her curl shifted and moved with me, keeping me cupped as long as I didn’t try to escape.
I shifted positions, trying to find the point where the toy’s suhla fitted her clit in the best way, wishing it could suck on her the way another kri’ith could. But as I shifted again, she murmured my name, and it didn’t even matter.
I captured her lips, and she greedily sucked my tongue into her mouth, then filled mine with hers, growling as she thrust it down my throat.
She flipped us again so she was on top of me, one hand resting at my throat as she tongue-fucked my mouth, tasting my desperate moans, drinking them in before they could be heard.
Sitting up, Shohari drew her nails down my chest. I winced and shivered at the pleasure-pain. I wanted her to draw blood, needed her to mark me as her own.
“More,” I rasped.
She growl-purred low in her throat, her curl tightening on me as my balls drew up, ready to spill inside her. “You like it when I claw you.”
“Fuck yes.”
“You like it when I own your body.” She squeezed tight with her curl, the pain just sharp enough to make me grimace, and I realised just how gentle she’d been up until now.
Fear threaded through my pleasure, diminishing and heightening it all at once.
Her cunt started its insistent, pulsing wave, and I moaned, a high, gasping sound that shouldn’t have come from me—but with her, I became someone I’d never been before, someone new, someone raw, someone who craved the way she pulled me apart and remade me.
Her claws bit into my heaving chest. “Answer me.”
I tried to speak, but couldn’t get words out.
“You like it when I own your body.” Her voice was low, and dangerous. “When I consume you like this.”
She let up the various pressures, granting me enough presence of mind to speak.
I stared into her glittering eyes. “I love it.” I could love you. “Own me, Shohari. Use me.”
She clawed me so hard I cried out. Thin beads of blood welled up in stripes on my chest, and she flattened her long tongue across one, licking all the way up to swipe across my open mouth.
I reached for her, but she grabbed my wrists, forcing them above my head. It was instinct to fight back, and she snarled, shoving my arms down.
My dick throbbed, painfully hard with the thrill of the struggle. Fuck, she overpowered me so easily.
“You’re mine.” Feral snarls tore from her throat as she pinned me and used me, grinding herself against me.
Her cunt drew up in fierce undulations, pulsing the beads around my dick, her curl gripping me like a cock ring forbidding me to come no matter how frantic I was, no matter how much I started grunting, begging, crying, gasping for release.
My orgasm broke through anyway. My cock jerked in harsh pulses, filling her up as her pussy wrung the longest orgasm of my life from me, leaving me shaking, mumbling incoherently, a sobbing, needy mess for her.
I floated, nothing but sensation as Shohari took her pleasure, lax and sated as she finally clenched around my dick, flooding our joined bodies with her cum as her clit ground and bucked against me.
Her sharp keening rang out in the room, as if our souls had left our bodies and returned, forever changed.
She released my arms and clung to me, resting her full weight on my chest. Her curl released slowly, as if it, too, didn’t want our bodies to be apart.
We didn’t speak, not even when she began to howl softly.
I just stroked her, my eyes filling with tears for both of us.