Chapter 20
Maya
Maya had never really understood it until now.
Damn! Ranek was hot.
A voice in her head told her to run and make him chase her, but another told her to stand still. Forget fight, it was freeze or flight. She didn’t want to fight this. Some Talleans loved the chase; was he one of them?
She took a tentative step back, and the corner of Ranek’s lips lifted, daring her to run.
It was a terrifying look with his fangs still extended, but she must be messed in the head because it only turned her on more.
Her breath hitched, and she took another step back, her eyes darting at the station’s door.
Ranek’s half-smile turned into a wide grin, the tip of his fangs pressing into his bottom lip. Tension coiled in his muscles, like he was ready to spring upon her. Dark green eyes met hers, and one single word broke the heavy silence between them: “Run!”
She turned and fled, her heart racing at the low chuckle that followed her. He toyed with her, moving slowly and deliberately to give her time to run. She’d just gone past the front counter of the station when she peered behind her. Ranek was not there. What the hell?
Maya turned around and found him coming at her from the side.
She let out a sound that was a cross between a squeal and a giggle and ducked out of his arms. Then she was running down the hallway.
There wasn’t really anywhere to run to, so Maya aimed for the most comfortable bed she knew of, which was in the room they’d stayed in the last time they were here.
She never got there. There was a triumphant growl, and she found herself running in the air. Then she was being tossed over a set of broad shoulders. Strong arms held her firmly by the legs, and a large hand palmed her ass.
“Mine!”
Ranek slammed open the closest door. She peered around and saw a series of long tables. They were in the mess hall.
Ranek released her, and she slid down his hard body.
Every bump of his pec muscles and washboard abs set her body on fire, and she whimpered at the rush of lust that blinded her vision.
He tore at her shirt and the buttons went flying, scattering and landing with sharp little pings.
The rest of her clothes joined them on the floor.
The possessive gleam in his dark green eyes turned her belly into molten lava.
She swallowed hard, watching him shed his clothes just as quickly.
His cheek creases were refolding, but his fangs were still long.
He backed her against one of the tables before lifting her to bury his face into her neck, the sharp points of his fangs leaving marks on her skin.
“Ranek.” She reached for him, her fingertips trailing over the hard edges of his body.
His skin was hot, and a light sheen of perspiration from his fight highlighted his muscles. A thick, hard cock bobbed between them, the top of the mushroom head gleaming with a single drop of precum.
But she didn’t have long to admire his perfect physique.
He turned her and bent her over the table, and she gasped at the contrast of the cold metal against her skin.
There was a loud tearing sound when he ripped her underwear from her body.
Then his hands were on her, hard and bruising, pressing her chest down onto the table and lifting her ass up.
Then she felt the bump of the tip of his cock against her pussy and froze.
He was huge, and while she was more turned on than she could ever be, it would hurt if he just thrust into her now.
Instead, he rubbed his rigid length against her core, sliding it between her pussy lips.
She moaned at the electric friction, then inhaled sharply when it bumped into her clit.
He did it again, eliciting another needy sound from her. Each slide of his cock against her pussy coated it with her juices. When her hips jerked involuntarily, the tip of his cock lodged at her entrance, opening her. The next thrust of his hips had him spearing into her several inches.
“Fuck!” he rasped.
She wailed, the sound flying from her lips unbidden.
But he didn’t stop, and every thrust had her taking more and more of him.
She was so full her eyes felt like they were bugging out of her head, but there was still more of him to take.
She clawed at the table, but there was no purchase against the smooth metal.
The next thrust was too much; she screamed and tried to scramble away, but she was trapped. The hand on her hips squeezed tight, a bruising grip, stopping her from squirming. But he held still.
“Maya.” He was bent over her, his hot breath tickling the nape of her neck. “Relax, my mate. You can take me.”
She could. They’d done this before. It was just the position that made it more intense.
He opened his mouth and dragged a set of sharp fangs down the back of her neck hard enough to leave pink lines on her flesh. The bite of pain distracted her from how utterly full she was, and she focused on that instead, allowing her body to relax.
“Good girl.”
His softly growled words had a gush of liquid lust pouring from her. When he started moving again, pleasure-pain filled her, overwhelming her senses.
Ranek
Fuck! His mate was perfect.
Ranek palmed Maya’s round ass, each globe a perfect handful.
He watched himself, slick with her wetness, disappear into her honeyed depths.
It looked impossible that her body could take his thick cock, but it did.
He was mesmerized by how, despite how wet she was, the bit of skin on top of his cock stretched and gripped him every time he pulled out.
Then there was the ragged cry every time he thrust into her, like it was too much for her to take.
But take him she did; her greedy cunt swallowing him even though it felt so tight it almost hurt.
He loved the sounds of their joining. Loved the feel of her silken channel. Loved the way her body trembled under him. Her body resisted him at first, but now it welcomed every thrust.
Knowing that this tiny yet precious female gave herself to him gave him a heady rush. He felt powerful. Strong. Like he was the stars themselves. She made him feel like this.
Grasping her by the hips, he pounded into her, reveling in the delights of her body. She felt so good around him, wet and tight and warm.
When her legs turned weak and her hips started to sag, he threaded an arm under her to support her.
The new angle had her screaming anew, even though her voice was now hoarse.
He reached between her legs and found the bundle of nerves above her slit, rubbing it with the pads of his fingers.
She keened, and her channel tightened even more. Then she was pulsing around him.
Fuck.
Her channel milked him, and he gritted his teeth. He went wild, rutting into her. Tightness wound at the base of his spine, pulling him taut until it finally snapped. Sensation washed through him, his whole body seizing. His pulse rushed in his ears, and he let out a tortured groan.
Then he was coming. The rush flooded both of them, their bodies entwined. He emptied himself into her until there was nothing left, and his hot seed oozed out of her quivering cunt to trail down her legs.
He dropped his forehead and pressed it against the back of her neck. And for the longest moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing in the room. Maya lay limp and sated, draped over the table, thoroughly his.
He pulled out of her and gathered her into his arms. She leaned on him like she couldn’t stand on her own. She blinked up at him, her dark brown eyes looking glassy but happy.
“We didn’t make it to the room,” she said.
He looked around, only now taking note of where they were. In his bloodlust, he’d seen only her. “We did not.”
Commander Chaos was under one of the tables, and now that he thought of it, he was sure he’d heard yipping as the pup complained about their joining. He must’ve given up once he realized they weren’t going to stop.
He’d been so focused on her that he hadn’t even locked the station’s front door.
Oops. He focused, trying to hear any sounds that might be out of the ordinary, but they were alone.
There was plenty to be done, but first things first. Bits and pieces of his memory were returning, and he knew that there was a cleansing unit in the infirmary.
He lifted her into his arms, and she threw her arms around him.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up.”