Chapter 8 #2
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “So draanthing beautiful.”
She was still catching her breath when she reached down to palm his cock through the leather. He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking into her grasp. The sound he made, desperate and raw, sent another pulse of want through her already sensitive body.
Her fingers worked at the leather ties of his pants. The leather was soft from wear, and warm from his body heat. When she finally freed his cock, her breath caught.
Holy shit.
He was massive. Thick as her wrist, and her fingers didn’t even come close to meeting when she wrapped them around him. Dark veins traced along the shaft, and pre-cum already beaded at the tip. Her pussy clenched at the sight.
Yeah, that’s gonna hurt so good.
She leaned down, breathing him in… musk and heat and something that made her mouth water. Her lips were inches from his cock when his hand caught her chin, tilting her face up.
“What are you doing?” His yellow eyes studied her with laser focus.
She looked up at him. The way he watched her, like a predator who knew exactly what his prey was about to do and wanted it bad, made her stomach flip.
“Oh.” The word came out breathy. “You’ve never—”
“No.” No shame in it, just fact. “I was brought to Parac’Norr before I reached maturity. There are no females here.” His thumb traced her lower lip, and his eyes went dark. “Until now.”
Her heart squeezed. This badass who’d torn apart ferals with his bare hands had never been with a woman.
“Let me show you.”
His hand moved to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands. “Show me then.”
She took him in her mouth slowly, just the head at first. The taste of him, clean male and heat, flooded her senses. Her tongue swirled around the crown, learning him.
He growled, the sound rumbling through his chest and his fingers tightened in her hair.
“Draanth.” His hips rolled forward, controlled but insistent. “Your mouth is perfect.”
She took him deeper, working her tongue along his shaft. He was so big she could barely manage half, her jaw aching with the stretch. But damn if she wasn’t going to try. His taste grew stronger, concentrated, until she felt drunk on it.
His breathing went ragged. Her translator picked up every filthy word spilling from his lips… what her mouth was doing to him, what he wanted to do to her. When she looked up through her lashes, his head was back but his eyes were on her, watching everything.
“Enough.” He pulled her off him, and before she could protest, he had her on her back in the furs. He loomed over her, all golden skin and coiled muscle in the firelight.
His smile was pure predator. “The garrison gets media feeds. I’ve studied your species’ mating habits.” His hand traced down between her breasts, leaving fire in its wake. “Clinical education. But this... the way you smell, the sounds you make... that’s all mine to discover.”
The contrast between the clinical words and his hungry touch made her shiver.
“Mating habits? You mean porn on the media feeds?" She laughed. "Zeke, that stuff isn’t real—”
Her words died as he moved down her body, pressing hot kisses to her throat. His teeth scraped the soft skin and made her shiver. When he nipped at her collarbone, her clit throbbed.
Working his way lower, he mapped every inch of her body with his mouth. Her breasts, her ribs, her stomach… each kiss was a claim.
“Want to bet I can’t make you scream?”
Then his mouth was on her pussy.
“Fuck!”
His tongue found her clit, circling the swollen bud in a way that made her see stars. He licked into her like a man on a mission, learning what made her writhe.
The wet sounds of his mouth on her filled the cabin. She felt his breath against her, the scrape of teeth when he sucked her clit between his lips and her hands flew to his head.
The buzz cut was rough under her fingers. Muscles bunched in his neck and shoulders as he worked between her thighs like his life depended on it.
He learned fast… when to be gentle, when to go hard. His hands held her thighs wide, keeping her open even when she tried to close her legs when it was just too much.
“Zeke,” she gasped, her back arching. “Oh god, I can’t—”
He growled against her, the sound possessive and triumphant.
She came apart. Her orgasm slammed through her so hard that it left her shaking and gasping. When she finally remembered her own name, he was kissing his way back up her body.
“Still think media feeds are useless?”
She couldn’t even form words. Her throat felt raw, her body humming. The furs beneath her were damp with sweat and sex, the air thick with the smell of them.
When he settled between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her pussy, she tensed. The blunt pressure made her breath catch.
He. Was. Huge.
“I’ll be careful.” Not a reassurance, it was a dark promise. “But you’re going to take all of me.”
He pushed forward slowly. Just the tip, and it was already a stretch that bordered on pain.
Her body fought to accommodate him. He pulled back, pushed forward again, working himself deeper bit by bit.
Each small thrust opened her a little more.
Her wetness helped, but not enough to stop the burn.
She felt every ridge, every vein as he claimed her inch by inch.
Halfway in, he paused to let her adjust, then continued his slow advance. Her nails dug into his shoulders. The muscles under her palms were rock-hard with his effort to go slow.
“Breathe,” he commanded. “Relax for me.”
She felt split apart. Tears pricked her eyes as her body struggled to adjust. The pressure was incredible.
He stopped, his hands framing her face as his thumbs wiped away tears she hadn’t realized had fallen.
“Too much?” The note in his voice said he’d stop if she asked, but he wanted this, wanted her, bad.
“No.” She felt him pulse inside her. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He kissed her hard, swallowing her whimpers as he pushed deeper. She tasted herself on his lips. When he was finally all the way in, they both went still. She’d never felt so full. Stretched to her absolute limit and beyond. He was so deep she felt him everywhere.
“So draanthing tight,” he growled against her ear. “Like you were made for me.”
His hand found her throat. No pressure, just a reminder of his strength. It should have scared her. Instead, heat pooled low in her belly.
She was utterly at his mercy, and she’d never felt safer. This man had killed for her, would kill for her again, and now he was claiming her with that same intensity.
His thumb found her clit, working the sensitive bud until she whimpered. The combination of being so full and his touch on her clit made her walls flutter around him.
“That’s it.” His voice was gravel. “Take me. All of me.”
He started to move. Slow withdrawals followed by deep thrusts that hit places she didn’t know existed. When her body finally relaxed around him, accepting his size, he picked up the pace.
The sound of skin on skin filled the cabin. Their harsh breathing. Her broken moans. He fucked her with controlled power, each thrust deliberate.
“Mine,” he snarled against her throat. His teeth scraped her pulse point. “You’re mine now.”
The possessive words sent her over the edge again. Her second orgasm hit like a shuttle, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed his name.
He threw his head back and roared. The sound shook the walls as his cock pulsed inside her, filling her with hot cum that seemed to go on forever. Each pulse triggered another aftershock, the feeling of him marking her from the inside, keeping her climax going until she thought she might black out.
She lay boneless beneath him afterward, breathing in sex and woodsmoke. He shifted and pulled her against his sweat-slicked body until she lay sprawled across his chest and his heart beat steady under her ear.
The thought of anyone else touching her felt wrong now, like trying to imagine a color that didn’t exist.
A slow smile curved her lips as she pressed a kiss to his throat.
She was exactly where she belonged.