Chapter 14
Alina
Iasked him what that word he called me meant, but Voss’s only answer was his deep, steady breathing. I realized he fell asleep barely a few minutes after lying down with me. So he told me the truth. I soothed him.
He was still hard, his stiff lengths pressing into my buttock. I swallowed, curious and hot in spite of myself, the image of him stroking himself in the bathroom downstairs flashing in my mind.
It was so shocking. I still blushed with embarrassment at how I just stood there, staring at him. He looked back, and there was that hunger in his eyes, only even more naked, even more violent. It should have scared me, and yet, all I felt was deep, warm curiosity.
I stood too far away to see everything in detail, but I saw the most important parts. The two thick, dark green shafts he squeezed mercilessly in his large, clawed palm. The red, wet heads, squirting shimmering liquid when he brought his hand up.
The clash of colors was shocking, like vivid red flowers bursting out of the deep green of the jungle.
He had no balls that I saw, but there was that cleft in his body at the base of his shafts. It was wet and parted, revealing more red flesh within.
And those spikes layered on the bottom parts of his cocks. I felt them now, protruding and yet not sharp, pressing into me a bit harder with his every deep inhale. I wondered idly what they would feel like inside me. What he would feel like.
I had to fight the urge to squirm, because that warm curiosity was back, a warm tightening between my hipbones, a throbbing pleasure building in my core. I pressed my fingers to my mouth to hold back a cry of dismay.
I shouldn’t. This was beyond crossing boundaries, it invitedmisfortune. At that moment, I was happy Voss was fast asleep, because if he wasn’t, I might have taken it further. Too far to come back from.
And yet, that sweet want pulsing within me felt inevitable, like it had been brewing for a long time and finally made itself known. Like it had been there, hidden under layers of deep wounds and painful distrust, and now, with the burden lifted, could finally be felt.
I wanted him. And I shouldn’t. I couldn’t trust my instincts. And yet…
You’ve never wanted Liam like this. A part of you always knew it wasn’t safe.
I drifted into sleep thinking about Voss and Liam, wondering if my body could be trusted and where the truth lay. Could I risk myself? What would be the worst outcome if I did?
No answers came, only more questions.
When Voss murmured in his sleep, pressing me closer, I finally let go and nestled into him. He was here, he was warm, and I felt safe and cherished. For one night, it could be enough.
For one night, I could finally rest. It could all be easy.
In the morning, a slow, insistent rhythm woke me up. My body was jolted with leisurely thrusts from behind. Still half-asleep, warm and relaxed, I pressed back, murmuring encouragement. The movement stilled, and I cracked one eye open.
“I’m sorry.” Voss’s voice was husky behind me, his arm heavy over my waist. “I shouldn’t have humped you. I was still asleep.”
I blinked a few times, finally getting my bearing. My body was soft, relaxed so much, it felt like I was melting, heat spreading through me. It felt comfortable and so good, I didn’t want it to stop.
His erections throbbed against my ass, the fabric of his pants pressing into my naked skin. My nightshirt had ridden up high in my sleep.
I was damp between my legs. And I wanted more.
When my mind tried to protest, the familiar queasy feeling rising in my chest, I shut it down. I was so exhausted by feeling suspicious, by the constant reminders not to trust him, by feeling alone and threatened.
Just let me have this. Just for a while.
“It’s fine,” I breathed. “You can… keep going.”
He went utterly still, even his breath stopped. I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if I got it wrong. Was he about to tell me no? Would he get angry?
“You don’t mean that,” Voss said finally, his voice strained. “I won’t stop once I start. I will fuck you, ssalamiya. But if you tell me to go now, I will.”
“Don’t tell me what I mean or not,” I hissed, irritated. It seemed I couldn’t escape the pressures of having to choose the right thing, the hard thing, over and over, no matter how difficult it was. I wanted it to be easy, for once. “I said to keep going, but if you don’t want to, fine, you can g—ah!”
His hips thrust into me, jolting me into silence as my insides squirmed with a pulsing, curious warmth.
“I’ll always want you,” Voss hissed, the sound vicious and low as he tugged his pants down, his hot erections pressing into my naked skin and painting it with wetness. “Last chance, ssalamiya. Tell me to go.”
But I was silent, obstinately so, while my heart pounded with something between fear and excitement—an overpowering, deadly curiosity. I was prey, he was the predator, and instead of running, I stayed to see what he did next.
His tongue unfurled, licking the edge of my jaw, and I gasped in shock at how wet and warm it was. A scaly palm settled on my soft stomach, the tips of his claws denting my flesh. I made a sharp sound, something born of fear or want, I wasn’t sure.
“Then tell me to stay and fuck you,” he whispered, his voice so hoarse, it sent shivers down my spine.
“S-stay. Yes.”
His hand slid gently to my hip, stroking until my skin covered with gooseflesh, and then pulled my ass back in one rough tug. He pressed his other hand between my shoulder blades, arching my back. Need flared within me, my core spasming.
He grunted in satisfaction, having positioned me as he wanted, and then he moved. It all happened so fast. The wet tip of his cock nudged my opening, and then he pressed in, fast and rough.
I cried out, the unfamiliar pressure scaring me. Pain radiated up into my pelvis, but it was followed by a wave of overwhelming heat that washed over me, making me pant for more. My muscles contracted and spasmed, getting used to the girth, and the heat spread, delicious and buttery.
But Voss was still, cursing into my hair, his voice muffled. “I forgot! Fuck, how could I forget? I’m so sorry, ssalamiya. I’m sorry.”
“Forgot… what?” I asked between harsh breaths.
He was still inside me, filling me, hard and warm. The pain faded entirely, and instead, an itch built, a nagging hunger for more. I had half a mind to try moving so I could take more of him in, but self-consciousness held me back.
I had no idea how to move. Surely, back and forth, but by how much? I shook my head, deciding not to worry about technicalities. I was getting that itch scratched, for better or worse, and I wasn’t about to think about anything else.
Because if my brain turned on, it would only be downhill from there.
“That you’re a virgin,” Voss said, his mouth pressed to the top of my head. “They keep advertising it in those temples like it’s so important, but I just never cared or thought much about it… And you just never seemed very virginal. I’m sorry. Gods.”
“I don’t seem virginal?” I said, my voice flat as I tried gently bucking my hips to see what that did. He rewarded me with a sharp hiss, his claws tightening on my hip.
“That was a compliment. I think. Please, be still. Gods. Be still.”
“Why?” I asked, trying to take in more of him, but he suddenly turned us, trapping me underneath him. I was on my belly, my hips pressed to the mattress by his weight. His other cock was under me, pressing into my clit, and that opened up a whole new landscape of sensation. “Isn’t… Ooof. Isn’t the whole point in moving?”
“No,” he hissed, tipping my head to the side so he could see my profile. “The point is pleasure. Hold still. Please.”
I couldn’t move anyway, so I just nodded, and Voss exhaled a long breath, lowering his head. His hips pinning me down, his back bent, he pressed his forehead to my temple and just breathed for a while until I made an impatient noise.
“Are you in pain?” he asked softly, his breath hot on my skin, pleasant with a hint of spice. “I’m sorry, I should have pulled out once I realized, but I can’t. I have to finish this or I’ll go mad.”
“I’m fine,” I said, shivers going through me with his every rapid breath that fluttered the hair on my temple. “It’s okay. Really. Keep going.”
“It won’t take long,” he whispered, pulling back. I hissed when his hard shaft slid inside me, the cock trapped under me teasing my clit. “I promise. Just a bit longer.”
He dropped kisses on my temple and face, interspersed with grunts and reassurances, telling me it would be over soon, saying he would take care of me, make me feel good, that I was his now. I didn’t answer, because my jaw was slack, my entire focus turned inward.
I touched myself often, so the pleasure shouldn’t be new to me, and yet, it was something entirely different when he fucked me. The thick girth of him pressing deep and pulling back in a mesmerizing rhythm made me pulse and tighten in ways I’d never experienced before. His cock teased and caressed places that had never been touched.
“Just a bit longer. Gods. You feel so good, I keep trying to make it last. I’m sorry. You’re so good for me. Please, hold on. Just a little more…”
It finally penetrated into my brain what he was saying. He thought, what, I hated it? That I wanted it to be over?
“It feels good,” I gasped out when he thrust deep, the first of the spikes pushing inside me. I was uncomfortably full, but the pressure building in my core suddenly flared tighter, like I was on the brink of coming. “Please. Oh, don’t stop!”
He shuddered on top of me, the cock trapped under me trying to buck. After a beat, he pulled back and slowly slid in, deeper and deeper, all of him pressing inside my body, cock and spikes and all. His scaly groin pressed to my ass. I whined as my muscles clenched, as if to draw him even deeper.
He dropped more kisses on my face and hair, murmuring how good I was, how sweet, how wonderful I felt. The discomfort of having him so deep waned, and now, I hovered over the precipice, my insides tightening with the building pleasure as his free cock ground into my clit with every thrust.
“That’s it. Take it all, ssalamiya. Take all of your mate. That’s it,” he repeated, breathing hard, his movements stuttering and chaotic. I was almost there, my eyes squeezed shut, my body primed for pleasure.
“You’re all mine. I’ll keep you safe forever.”
I cried out when the dam broke, bliss pouring in. He snarled above me, driving himself inside harder and faster, and I soared, my body clenched tight with the orgasm that went on and on, a powerful, impossible wave of bliss.
It crested when he stilled, his cocks bucking inside and under me. Wet heat spread underneath my belly as I twitched with hard aftershocks. Voss shivered, breathing hard, and then dropped his forehead to my temple and licked my cheek.
“Finally. Finally, you’re mine.”