Chapter 14 #3
Kedar fit his hard length between them. Her mouth watered as she took in the view before her.
The girth and length of him, gods. His broad, dark-purple head, glistening with her wetness, led into the first bulge of three, with the one closer to the base being the largest. Ridges ran horizontally up his shaft. Her center pulsed with wanton need.
“You will take all of me,” he said as he lined himself up with her wet opening. “Every hard inch.”
This, being touched by him, being taken by him—it was something infernal and ravenous.
And its fire could only be sated with blood and lust.
Vessa rotated her hips down. At the same time, Kedar pressed into her. Fuck. She closed her eyes against the burn as she stretched to take him inside of her.
Wrapping a hand around her throat, he squeezed. “Keep those dark eyes on me, Ves. You’re going to watch me fuck you.”
“Then stop talking and fuck me already,” she rasped as she stared into his eyeshields. “Or are you going to back down from this, too?”
He let out a low rumble of a laugh that reverberated through her. Tilting his head, he pushed deeper into her, and she couldn’t help the hiss of pain that escaped her. “I have every intention of seeing this through.”
Her cunt gripped around his first bulge and half of the next. It was already too much and not enough.
She needed more. All of him.
And he knew it. In a single hard thrust, he filled her.
They both moaned.
Tears welled in her eyes from the fullness. The ache. There was pain and pleasure in it, like every cut and bruise he’d given her. Passion and anguish. He pulled all the way out and thrust back inside of her.
“I needed this,” he groaned. “Needed you.” Shifting his stance, he took up a hard rhythm.
Digging her nails into his arms, she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain. Tears ran carelessly down her face. He felt so good, and gods, she needed him, too. “Don’t stop,” she breathed.
“You’re so stars damn tight,” he growled. “This Xaal you train with. He doesn’t take you, does he? No, you look too blood-damned good wrapped around my dreck. I know this pretty little hole has been waiting for me to claim it, hasn’t it?”
It took her brain a long moment to follow his statement. She’d forgotten all about the fake Xaal she made up. Kedar didn’t know how close he really was to the truth. Had she been waiting all this time? For him?
Yes. Every molecule of her being knew it was true.
“Say it.” He pinched her nipple, drawing a sensual whine from her. “Tell me there was no one else. I was as much in your head as you were in mine.” He was demanding. Begging. Desperation entered his voice and every move he made—his hand squeezing her ass, his other grasping the globe of her breast.
She didn’t know what made her say the truth of it.
Some connection that was between them and always would be?
Whether they killed each other or not, whether she was far away across the galaxy or right in front of him, they were bound inextricably.
“I haven’t. Taken. Anyone,” she managed to bite out. “Ever since—”
“We met,” he finished for her. He groaned and buried himself as deep as he could go, throbbing inside of her. “I wanted to claim you, make you mine even then. From the moment you first chose me to spar with. You’ve always been beautiful and violent. You should have been mine.”
There was heartache in every word. She knew the pain well.
But that didn’t make sense. What was he saying? “What about your mate?” Vessa had forgotten about her, but she didn’t have it in her to feel guilty as he flicked his thumb over her swollen clit.
“I have no one. I have only ever wanted… Fuck.” He snapped his hips forward, driving into her with punishing force.
She could feel every ridge of him, his bulges pulsing against her walls.
He filled her again, and again. Vessa was lost to him, to the sensation of him inside of her.
She rode it out with him, needing the heated friction.
Flames licked up her core, spread. He rolled the hard peak of her nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, and she cried out. She was so sensitive. Every bit of her. Wherever their skin touched, wherever their sweat and blood slicked together.
Her thighs trembled. Damn her, but she was so close.
“Can you take it?” he asked, voice torn and hoarse.
The base of him swelled, and somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew it meant something.
Knotting. It happened when there was a deep physical and emotional connection.
Between mates or star-destined lovers. The way they were fated for each other couldn’t be contained by such simple definitions.
But she needed it. Needed this piece of him.
It was hers. “I can take it. Please,” she pleaded breathily.
“I know you can,” he panted. The muscles in his neck strained, his body tensed. I’m going to knot inside of you. Inside your perfect, tight cunt. Made for…”
Even as she was about to enter some different state of being, his thrusts became shallower. His bulges throbbed, pushed against her constricting walls. But it was his base swelling and slowing his movements that pushed her toward oblivion.
His grasp tightened, his fingers sinking into her flesh in a bruising hold. “Just.” Thrust. “Need.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Out of.” Thrust. “My head.” He buried himself inside her, hitting the deepest parts of her. His hot seed filled her in spurts.
Her walls clenched around him, needing him impossibly deeper.
The pressure built and built. Expanded. Filled her.
The heat of his cum, the burning stretch.
She was somehow coming apart and being held together only by him.
“It’s too much,” she breathed, wiggling her hips against him.
She was so full of him. He was lodged inside, his knot so swollen she couldn’t pull away.
“You look so good with my knot inside you,” he purred, rough and low.
Anguish and bliss collided in his words as his powerful climax shook them both.
“Better than I imagined. You were made to take me, weren’t you?
I need you to come on it, Ves. Come for me.
” Working a hand between them, his fingers brushed against her clit.
She was made and undone in that single touch from him. Her mind fractured as ripples of exquisite pain and heated pleasure overtook every single nerve. “Kedar!” she cried out.
“Give me all of it,” he said through gritted teeth as he pressed into her, holding her upright with his body as much as his arms.
It was no mere orgasm. It was every moment she had wanted him.
Every unspoken desire. It was seven years of hatred, five years of devotion.
Every infinite possibility, every decision they didn’t make.
There was no cold, no cave. No vengeance or heartache.
They’d stripped each other of weapons and armor, loss and lies, until there was nothing left of them but this. They began and ended here.
Vessa convulsed in his arms, wept. Each time she felt herself coming down, a new wave of infinite pleasure overtook her.
Hours passed, or maybe only minutes. But it was Kedar who dropped to his knees, dragging her down with him.
They were both wrung out. Irrevocably altered. They’d taken everything they could from each other.
Almost.
With his head thrown back, the thick column of his throat was exposed to her. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the side of it. He tasted of salt and sin. “Sit,” she commanded before sinking her teeth into his flesh, nipping him hard.
Every muscle in his body strained as he made the simple transition to move onto the cold stone of the cavern floor. He let out a shuddering breath as she ground her hips experimentally against him. His knot was still thick inside of her but slowly releasing. “Please,” he rasped.
And she understood his plea.
They were chest to chest, embracing, his hands grasping her ass reverently. Their sweat and blood mixed together. She reached up and pushed her fingertips beneath his mask. “You’ll face me now,” she said. “There is no honor between us. Only this mess we’ve made.”
He didn’t stop her, but his chest heaved as she lifted the helmet off him and let it fall amongst the shattered remains of the icicles.
The remaining flarelight revealed his secrets to her.
His dark, blue-purple lips parted in pleasure and agony, his four pointed fangs exposed and gleaming.
Carved cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. Thick strands of void-black hair stuck up messily where it was longer.
But it was his eyes she wanted to see most. They were in shadow, and she tilted his head to find him staring at her with such an open expression she could see every emotion in them.
Every galaxy, every future, was held in the stars of his violet eyes.
They were at once familiar and more. They were absolutely devastating.
She searched them, was lost and found in them.
“I see you,” she murmured, lifting her fingertips to his cheeks.
He wrapped his hand around her neck, fisted her hair, drawing her face closer to his until they shared breath. “I see you.” His voice was a broken thing meant only for her. “And I yield to you.”
She dragged her tongue across his bottom lip as she lifted her hips high off him and sank down again. He made a hissed sound of pleasure as his calloused hands traced down her sides and landed on her waist.
She grabbed his chin, met his wide-pupiled gaze. He was starved for her. And that same hunger lived inside her. “I’m going to ride you slow.” She ground against him before rising up again. “You thought having me would fix it all, but only ruin is found here.”
He pulled her in closer, causing her back to arch. His fangs scraped against her neck and his tongue trailed a path across the Xaal mark he’d given her long ago. “Then ruin me, Ves.”
She was a dark cosmic queen upon the throne she’d conquered.
And she would have his soul next.