Chapter 25 Jasmine
Jasmine
My lips were swollen and tingling from where his mouth had stolen every coherent thought from my brain. The fury at being carried through the warbird like a disobedient child still simmered beneath my skin but tangled up in all of that was a terrible, confusing, and overwhelming want.
The frostbitten prick was right. My body did ache for him in ways that made no sense.
I hated that the Vandar who was the reason I'd been torn from everything and everyone I loved could make my knees liquid and my heart rate spike and my body burn for things I'd never let myself want before.
I was supposed to be fighting against my captivity, plotting my escape, or at least trying to convince him why he should release me.
Falling for him had never been part of the plan.
And that's exactly what it felt like. Like falling into something I couldn't control, couldn't stop, and couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried.
I stared up at him, my chest heaving, my resistance crumbling with every passing second. His golden eyes were churning with desire, his chest rising and falling as rapidly as mine.
“Tvek it,” I murmured, scoring my fingers through his hair again and yanking his mouth to mine. My body had betrayed me, screaming ‘yes’ even as the rational, sensible part of my mind screamed ‘no.’
Then he was on me, his lips moving urgently as he tumbled me to the bed.
Eager hands tugged at the leather armor strapped to my shoulders and the belt cinching my waist, both of which were stripped off my body without him breaking our kiss.
Somehow he also shed his battle kilt and armor within seconds, tossing them to the floor as he kicked off his boots.
His tongue tangled with mine as he rolled me so that I was on top of him, and his hands were moving down my hips and thighs, gathering my dress in handfuls as they went.
Then they were sliding up again, bringing the fabric with them so that my dress was hitched over my hips and then my belly and then he was tugging it fervently above my breasts.
I tore my mouth from his so he could pull the dress over my arms and head, my bare breasts bouncing as they were freed.
With a guttural moan, Wrexxon captured one stiff nipple in his mouth as he cupped the other mound in his hand, thumbing the pebbled peak. I let my head arch back, a gasp of pleasure writhing from my lips as he sucked.
All rational thought fled my brain as he again flipped me over, this time onto my back so he was on top of me, propped up on one elbow as he lavished attention on my breasts.
My eyelids fluttered shut as I surrendered to the sensations of his rough tongue swirling around one nipple while his calloused thumb caressed the other.
Wrexxon parted my legs with one knee, one hand locked on the swell of my breast and the other keeping him propped up. But something else entirely was sliding up the inside of one leg. My eyes flew open when something furry slid between my thighs, teasing my slick opening.
The warlord snatched his mouth from my breast and lifted his head to meet my gaze. “I do not usually do gentle or slow, but for you?” A growl reverberated from deep within his chest. “I promise not to break you completely.”
Then the not-inconsequential tip of his tail was pushing inside me.
I wanted to fight it, to tell him that I was not his to claim, but I knew that would be a lie.
The truth was that I wanted it, I wanted him.
I wanted to take everything he could give me.
And a part of me, the maddening part that never backed down, wanted to prove I could take him like no one else ever had.
His jaw tensed, a muscle ticking as his tail pushed farther. “Gods of old, you take my tail like you were meant for it.”
I wrapped my legs around him, arching to take him deeper. “That’s not all of yours I want to take, Raas.”
He made a rough noise in his throat then slid down my body, his tail working deeper inside me. Hooking my knees over his shoulders, he opened my thighs and buried his face between them. When his deft tongue found my clit, I dug my fingers in to his shoulders and sucked in a desperate breath.
I was no virgin, but my experience was limited to fumbling encounters under heavy blankets while trying not to make any noise or expose any body parts to frozen air. The boys in the colony had been as earnest as they were clueless, and none had even thought of doing anything but fucking fast.
As fierce and powerful as the Vandar was, he did not pound into me like he could have, taking his pleasure brutally. No, it was clear he knew his way around females, and it was just as clear that he got off on controlling pleasure.
He matched the languorous flicks of his tongue to the rhythmic thrusts of his tail, his hands gripping my ass cheeks to keep me open for him. My moans were unrepentant, all thoughts of resisting him gone.
When he paused for a beat, I almost cried out. I lifted my head to look down my own naked body to where he gazed at me. His eyes flicked to my breasts. “Touch yourself and think of my cock splitting you. I want you desperate and begging before I fuck you.”
His commands should have made me bristle, but they fired something hot and needy inside me. I cupped my own breasts as he watched, his gaze predatory. I squeezed my own hard nipples then ran the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip as a hungry groan escaped from Wrexxon.
Then his mouth was on my clit again, sucking eagerly as his tail worked inside me, twisting and moving until my breath was ragged and my hips twitched.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my release rushed even closer, tremors of pleasure roiling through me as the Raas gripped my hips tighter.
But even his strength couldn’t keep my body from bucking as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
I released my grip on my breasts, scraping my fingers through his hair and holding his head as I rocked into his tongue, clenching around his furry tail again and again.
I didn’t even realize I was screaming until I flopped back on the bed and the sound stopped, the echo of it ringing in my ears as I tried to remember how to breathe.
Then Wrexxon was crawling up my body as he dragged his tail from me. I might have been sated and spent, but the look in his eyes told me that he had only begun to take what he needed from me.
“Beg me,” he ordered, the words furtive and sharp. “Beg me to fuck you, Jasmine.”
Everything up to that point should have been warning enough. He’d already filled me with his thick tail and licked me until I’d screamed. The last thing I should be doing was begging him for more, but that was exactly what I wanted. More.
“I want you,” I whispered, still in a pleasure-soaked haze.
He settled himself between my slack legs, holding himself above me on his elbows so that our faces were flush. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it.”
Whatever hesitation I might have felt before I’d wrapped my legs around his head and come on his tongue had been obliterated. “I want you to fuck me, Raas.”
His grin was sultry and slow, his lips glistening. “How do you want me to claim you? Do you want my fingers? Do you want my tail again, little rebel?”
I shook my head, the movement quick and needy. “I want your cock.”
He hummed as he slid the thick crown of his cock between my slick thighs. “You want this?”
I nodded, tilting my hips to take more of him. His tail had been a delicious tease, but suddenly the need to be filled by him was overwhelming.
“You’re mine now, Jasmine. Say it.”
My body betrayed me with its thaw-softness, abandoning all my rebellious instincts even as the deepest recesses of my mind resisted. But it was no use.
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
“My willing war bride?” He rasped, pushing his cock inside me just enough for the stretch to make me catch my breath and realize that he was even bigger than I’d imagined. “The little rebel who will warm my bed and milk my cock and submit to my every desire?”
Something in the back of my brain sounded a warning, but it was too faint, and I was too pleasure addled to care. “Yes, all of it.”
A dark laugh rumbled through him, and he lowered his head to nip my neck. “When I’m done with you, Jasmine, mine will be the only name you’ll ever scream, the only cock you’ll ever beg for.”
Before I could utter a word in response, he thrust his cock completely inside me, the shock and pain stealing my breath.
I tried to gasp, but my mouth could only fall open as he held his enormous cock deep inside me.
Then he was moving, and the pain morphed into an intense pleasure that released the air from my lungs.
My legs instinctively lifted to coil around his hips, my feet digging into his ass to pull him deeper.
“Greedy little rebel,” he rasped before deftly flipping around so that he was underneath me and I was on top, riding his cock.
I drew in a sharp breath as the angle made his thick crown hit even deeper, but he gripped my hips with his massive hands, lifting me up and then dragging me down the length of him.
My breasts bounced with each thrust and his hot gaze raked over them and then down to where his cock split me.
As he watched, he curled his tail around my waist and then the damp tip teased my clit.
He didn’t slow his pace, pumping me up and down on his cock as his tail worked my clit, and pleasure soon had me on the edge again, my head falling back and my eyelids flickering.
“Eyes on me, Jasmine,” he barked. “Look at me when you fall apart. I want to watch you when you surrender everything you vowed never to give me.”
The old Jasmine would have refused him, but with his cock filling me and making me as biddable as any drug, I met his gaze as my body detonated, the possessive gleam in his eyes filling me with a twisted sense of satisfaction even as I trembled and cried out.
Before I could catch my breath, the warlord was sitting up and shifting my legs to curl his waist. He scraped one hand up my back and threaded his fingers in my hair so he could hold my head in place as his lips captured mine again.
He kissed me deeply, wildly, passionately as he knifed up, his cock jerking inside me.
Finally, he tore his mouth from mine and threw his head back, bellowing as he emptied inside me with hot pulses.
I sagged against him as the Vandar drew in shuddering breaths, holding me tightly. The daze that had consumed me started to fade, and the cool air cooled my sweat slicked skin.
I gave myself a mental shake, trying to clear my head.
The desperate pleas and rushed promises drifted back to me as if from a dream.
It didn’t need to ask myself what had possessed me to make such reckless vows.
Wrexxon had told me he was a monster. I just hadn’t known that monsters came in such irresistible packages.