Chapter Twenty-Five
Taryn
Rhydek’s tongue was wicked, but it was his tail thrusting into me alongside it that had me shattering with a cry that echoed through the cavern. I spiraled, spasms rocking my entire body as I arched, fingers clenching on his ridges to hold him in place.
It was the best orgasm I’d ever had, going on and on as he kept licking me. I should have been embarrassed by the wet slurping sounds he made, but there was no room for embarrassment with the pleasure pouring through me.
It finally eased when his licks slowed, but instead of feeling sated, the need came surging back.
It wasn’t enough.
A whine escaped that twisted into a growl when his tail withdrew and I was left empty. I dug my nails into the ridges I still held onto, but it didn’t keep him in place or force him to go back to licking me.
Rhydek’s dark form moved overtop me, eclipsing the light pouring from above. For a moment all I could see were his golden eyes and the flame-like markings flashing across the dark shape haloed in red.
He shook off my hands and kept moving up, forcing me to press my head back into the bedding to keep my gaze locked with his. My palms landed on his shoulders, the broad width feeling cooler than usual with the fever burning through me.
His weight settled atop me, pressing me into the bedding as his shaft slotted into place between my lower lips. He thrust, sliding against me, the ridges along the bottom of his length bumping over my clit and making my core clench.
The cramps had stopped when he started devouring me, but another tightened my belly, making me bare my teeth as I glared up at him. He was supposed to stop them, to bring an end to the pain, and yet he only teased me with what I needed as he rubbed against my sex without entering me.
“Rhydek!”
I’d never made the sounds coming from me before. Both the ones that had spilled from my throat as his tongue tormented my clit, nor the growls and snarls that surged forward each time my mood swung.
The teal of my markings reflected from the hard panes of his body, but it was lost beneath the yellow glow as his flared brighter at my demanding tone.
I didn’t know how he was supposed to stop the cramps and the burning need pouring through my veins, only that he held the cure and had yet to give it to me.
“Fix it!”
The words almost weren’t understandable with the growl laced through them, but he knew my tone. One side of his lip lifted, sharp teeth flashing as he growled back, his deeper and more devastating.
Fresh wetness seeped from my core as my heart fluttered, but I was tired of him holding back and making me wait. This was when he was supposed to give in, and if I had to push him to get what I needed, I’d never been afraid to push.
Tilting my hips the next time he pulled back, I used my grip on his shoulders to lift them enough that his tip caught in my opening. He let out a hiss as my mouth parted, the pressure making both of us freeze.
For a moment I feared he’d pull away. Each time we’d come close to something, he’d drawn back, and that fear broke through the haze, but after a heartbeat, the pressure at my entrance increased.
Drawing in a stuttering breath, I tried to relax, but as I was forced wider and wider, my body tensed instead.
“Let me in, Taryn.”
The rumble of his voice vibrated into my chest where he pressed me down against the blankets. I released a breath and tried to force my channel to loosen, but as soon as he sank another inch deeper, it clenched again.
A whine built in my throat as he pushed harder, bullying his way into me. The stretch burned, but the stimulation on the sensitive nerves was exquisite, and my eyes rolled back even as my thighs tried to hold his hips still.
“You have to take it all, vorran and zulkar.”
I didn’t need him to translate the words I didn’t know, their meaning was clear enough. I was panting, my nails biting into his skin, core stuffed, yet there was still more of him.
He reversed for a breath, allowing me to fill my lungs before punching them empty with a sharp thrust. An inelegant grunt left me, and I opened my mouth to say something that was lost beneath another cry as his hips jerked forward again.
Even with the tight squeeze, the slick I was producing allowed him to slide through my channel, and I thought I’d finally taken all of him when I felt his length spread wider.
And then I looked down between us and remembered the knot. I could barely make it out since his body blocked most of the light, but it had already started to swell, and he was trying to force it into me.
“No!”
I dug my heels into the bed beneath us, pushing as hard as I could. The reaction was automatic, my brain saying there was no way that could fit in me, but I only managed to move a tiny bit before Rhydek’s tail wrapped around my waist and prevented me from sliding further up the bed.
“Yes, you will take it.”
My thoughts fractured as he moved inside me, need and pleasure growing despite the fear making my heart flutter. Each time he thrust he pressed the beginning of his knot to my lower lips, but once he made a few thrusts without trying to force it through, some of the fear melted away.
I couldn’t help the way my hips rocked against him, or the way I jolted when his tail shifted to press against my clit.
Trapped between it and his shaft, each stroke was tortured bliss, my throat going dry as I panted and released noises that would have made my cheeks burn if I could have focused enough to care that others were listening.
Watching.
But the world began and ended with the male overtop me. His weight was a protective cover, his scent a mouthwatering reminder. His tail was an anchor to keep me from floating away as he drove me higher and higher.
And even though his knot was a looming threat, his shaft was a delicious promise of pleasure.
My body trembled as the desire in my belly twisted tighter. Fire burned through my veins, melting me from the inside. My mind was a haze of need, the scent of leather and pine and male filling my lungs a promise to soothe it.
My cries faded as Rhydek kept going, fucking me into the bed so hard I bounced with each of his thrusts. My throat was dry from panting, my thighs aching from the stretch around his hips, and my fingers were clenched on his shoulders so hard I’d lost feeling in them.
But each drag of his cock within my channel sent sparks along my nerves, driving me to a higher peak than the one I’d reached with his tongue. The pressure of his tail on my clit was another source of pleasure that seemed to make everything swell until it felt like I was going to pop.
When his next thrust held a moment longer than those before, pressing the edges of his knot against my opening, I couldn’t protest. I was so close to the edge a tap would have sent me over.
I tried to swallow but my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, the tissues so dry they burned. His next thrust was harder, held longer, my opening beginning to stretch under the pressure.
The sharp scent of blood hit my nose a moment later, and I realized my nails must have pierced his skin. I tried to loosen my grip but was distracted by the way the metallic scent tangled with the leather and pine, making my mouth water.
Lifting my head, I nuzzled Rhydek’s chest. It was damp with his sweat, and a flick of my tongue brought a burst of salty perfection.
I wanted more of it.
I still hung on the edge of an explosive orgasm, but the dryness of my throat distracted me from the burning of my entrance as Rhydek pushed more of his knot through. Dragging my tongue across the portion of his chest I could reach, a moan slipped free.
I didn’t know if the steady thump blocking all other sounds was my heartbeat or his, but it didn’t matter. I felt the thrum of his blood rushing beneath his skin, and more saliva flooded my mouth.
I needed it.
Needed to taste it.
A blip of protest came from some deep part of my brain, but it was buried beneath the instincts driving me. When Rhydek pushed himself up with one arm, the other moving down so he could grip my hip, a snarl tore free and I lunged.
I wouldn’t let him pull away again.
Mouth opening, taking hold of dark flesh, the burst of pain as Rhydek’s knot slipped through my opening had me tightening my jaw. Warm fluid seeped around my teeth, salty and metallic and coated my tongue.
A roar filled my ears, but I ignored it as I swallowed, moaning again as the pressure inside me shifted and Rhydek’s blood soothed my aching throat.
Pulling my teeth free from his skin, I kept my mouth sealed to him, lapping up the delicious fluid seeping out of the wounds until a fist tangled in my hair and yanked my head back.
Golden eyes blazed down at me, snarl twisting firm lips as white teeth flashed.
It was the only warning I had before his teeth were digging into my neck, the sudden pinch of pain making my eyes widen, but a buck of his hips had the bubble of pleasure in my core breaking open as his knot locked into place, compressing nerves already stimulated as much as they could take.
My release crashed through me as I felt his shaft flex within my core. I couldn’t concentrate on the flutter in my chest as I screamed from the sensations pouring through me, my channel contracting around his cock to milk his seed.
The first pulse of it was a soothing wave that cooled the pool of magma sitting in my womb and somehow intensified my orgasm. My entire body tingled, pulse roaring in my ears as wave after wave ricocheted through my limbs and back to my womb.
The suck of Rhydek’s mouth on my neck was another point of pleasure, easing the burn within while making me feel as if I floated in an endless release. I trembled and gasped, muscles going limp, but it kept going.
Rhydek’s teeth left my flesh, a brief spark of pain quickly erased by his tongue.
My chest began to vibrate, and a soft sound floated around me, but I was too lost in the aftermath to pay attention to it.
My core was still clenching, waves of pleasure still rippling from my center, and a gentle warmth filled my ribs.
“You’re mine now, Taryn.”
I smiled at the words Rhydek whispered against my neck, his body covering mine and blotting out the rest of the world. It felt right. Like this was how it was supposed to be.
He whispered more words to me in his language, but my mind was too fuzzy to try to translate. His tone was soft, almost reverend, something I’d never heard from him before, and it made the instinctive part of me preen.
Each time my orgasm started to wane he would rock his hips as if he could sense it, and make it keep going. The burning fever finally eased and the cramps with it, and I floated in a place without thoughts or worries, only feelings and instinct.
This was how it was supposed to be.
Tightening my arms around him, I let my eyes drift shut and basked in the afterglow. The past no longer mattered. The future didn’t matter. Only that moment and the spreading sense of the male atop me invading my chest as if he’d always had a place there.