Chapter 13 #2
He’d bared my body to his eyes, stroked rough hands over my aching breasts, and flicked a finger over one nipple until I felt wetness gush from between my thighs.
The scent seemed to drive him wild, and I loved the feral expression in his eyes, the grin that bared his dangerous teeth.
Was I willing to tangle with the beast? Yeah, I was.
I still didn’t regret it for a minute. Knowing I’d made him slip his leash—the tight control that kept a lid on his feelings—made me feel powerful.
The drawstring on my pants tore when he pulled them down my hips, and grass whispered against my skin.
It all felt good, and I eagerly spread my legs to receive him.
I knew what to expect when he started pulling, or more like yanking, on the fasteners of his armor.
At least, in theory. But when he freed his cock, I wasn’t prepared for its daunting size.
There was only one, while Aderian males all had two, but that didn’t make it any less impressive.
He’d barely bared his upper body at all, but I had eyes only for his cock anyway.
Two parts seemed to form the long shaft: a head area and the base.
The head was about as long as my fist, with a rough split down the middle of the purplish-gray, fleshy parts.
It was secreting an oily substance that made him look shiny and slick.
The shaft was the daunting part—lighter gray than the rest of him, but marked with several straight, dark lines.
I struggled to recall what those did, but I was fairly certain they were signs that his cock was really a clasper: designed to lock us together and prevent escape.
Seeing it, a wave of apprehension washed over me.
I’d never even slept with an Aderian male.
Any partners I’d fooled around with had overwhelmed me with their own feelings.
I had not wanted to experience something only through them and later regret it.
The fact that I even felt that shiver of apprehension meant I was fully here, in the moment, and able to feel my own feelings.
It made me able to make a choice, and I found that—even if it was terrifyingly big—at least I only had to deal with one cock.
I rather liked that, but most of all, I liked how much Jaxin had slipped his tight control.
He was spreading my legs with his palms, the texture of his skin rough against my flesh and sending tantalizing flashes of pleasure up my spine with each brush.
He’d spread me wide and was staring at my soaked folds as if they held all of life’s answers.
His mouth spread wide, revealing sharp teeth, and I thought perhaps he was going to take a bite out of me.
Not really, but he seemed to be inhaling the scent of my arousal in eager gulps, his mouthwatering as if he wanted a taste.
I wanted him to have a taste, if I were being honest, even if the thought of that many teeth so close to my folds was a little daunting too. I knew he’d never hurt me.
The long stare made more wetness seep from my opening, and with a groan, he finally moved.
My leg was pulled wider, hooked around his hip, and he leaned forward on one arm, bracing himself above me.
“You want me?” he said. “Then you’ll have me, Dani.
I’m going to fill you, and yes, it’s going to be rough.
You understand?” I nodded, pleasure and fear spiking through my veins.
It was his feelings that eased my mind, told me I had nothing to worry about.
He was in a primal mating rage, desperate to have me, to claim me.
All his feelings were powerful, but they also felt. ..protective.
“Do it then,” I dared, and I wriggled my hips just a little.
The head of his cock brushed my folds then, kissing the wet heat of me with heat of his own.
Pleasure instantly spiraled through me, and I shuddered in surprise.
I had no idea my opening could be that sensitive, and now I was desperate to feel more of him brush against the even more sensitive skin inside of me.
He pushed the head in first, and he did it with shallow, rough strokes.
My body had no chance to grow accustomed; each push slid him deeper into me and stretched me wide.
Each push was an assault on my senses. The ache of being invaded mingled with the pleasure of his cock rubbing nerves never touched before.
Then the oily substance on his skin began to work: my flesh tingling, growing slicker, muscles softening.
With a growl, his jaw clenched tight, he lunged forward as if possessed.
My body clamped down, resisted, but the pressure against my opening was too much, something even thicker and bigger than the head of his cock was trying to push into me: the clasper part of him.
Contrary to what should have happened—my body resisting, letting him in, and responding with pain—pleasure burst forth, and an orgasm crested.
I didn’t know why, only that the thought of him taking me, claiming me as his, the primal heat of the moment, all of it drove me over the edge.
Was it rough? Yeah. Just like we’d both known, my body didn’t easily want to surrender to the massive size of his shaft, but he gave no quarter.
Pushing, retreating—with that oil and my wetness, the orgasm—everything combined to allow him to sink deeper and deeper.
It was too much, his length all at once, and I felt like I’d been spread so wide it shouldn’t have been possible.
It was, though. The female body was flexible like that, I knew it.
I just hadn’t realized how that would feel until now.
A moan rose from my chest, tangling with the growl that rattled through the air.
Then he swelled, his shaft growing thicker as the clasper locked us in place.
The lines along his shaft thickened like fins, sealing us together.
His deep thrusts became limited, but he still rocked us together, tugging and pressing with his thickness on my walls.
Locked—his—stuck on his cock with no escape.
Pleasure rocked through me, the orgasm crashing hard and fast. A tidal wave that crushed my senses, made my breath stall in my chest, and sent my core clenching tight around him.
That only enhanced the pleasure, drawing each shudder and gasp from me as my muscles twitched.
Jaxin roared, lunging down toward my shoulder but, at the last moment, shifting to stifle my moans with a kiss.
I tasted salt then and realized tears had been leaking from my eyes.
It was all that intense. His dark eyes met mine, and I knew he wasn’t done yet.
Not quite. His cock rippled inside me, hips rocking, and as my orgasm began to fade, a new one began to build.
It was his roar as he came that set me over the edge, followed by each hot blast of seed inside of me and the feeling of his pleasure—his satisfaction—as he crested.
Rolling us, our bodies still locked tightly together by his clasper, I ended up sprawled across his chest, legs splayed wide around his hips.
His cock was still buried so deep, and his hands were folded around my ass with possessive claim, like he planned to keep me locked to him for a long time.
Beneath my ear, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his heart was pounding furiously.
He was wrapping control back around his mind, though, pulling the tatters of shredded discipline back into place.
It wasn’t the same as before; he didn’t go numb, he didn’t go quiet, but the warmth of his satisfied mind was like heat I wanted to bask in.
Unfortunately, this peaceful moment couldn’t last. When a branch creaked in the distance, I was abruptly reminded that the giant had been our audience to all this.
How could I have forgotten that? Jaxin’s mating claim, my desire to be his, and to finally experience true passion, had erased the giant’s presence from my mind.
I sensed him now, though, curious, excited.
I wondered how much he’d seen of our coupling through the tall grass, with Jaxin on top of me.
“We must go,” my Rummicaron protector groaned.
“Daylight is wasting.” He was the one still keeping us locked together with his clasper, holding his seed deep in my channel.
It didn’t seem to me like he’d begun to soften.
When he tugged, sensation burst through me, pressure on my opening that told me he was still too big to slip out.
A firmer tugging, my body refusing to let him go, and then, with a gush, he was out, and all his seed dripped from my stretched-wide opening.
I was in a euphoric cloud, floating and still too filled with pleasure to move quickly.
Jaxin did not seem to want to move either, but he rose to kneel beside me and wiped himself clean.
He cleaned me, too, and then took out the tissue regenerator to check my core, humming with satisfaction as he prodded my folds and opening with gentle fingers.
“No tearing. You took me so well, little one.” His eyes locked on my face, and he seemed to be saying, You were made for me, but that had to be wishful thinking.
No mating for life for either of our species.