Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
MARIA
I put my hand back down over his mouth, the fire in his eyes burning hot to match the desire that raged within me.
I wanted him. He wanted me. I had spent enough time with him to know that he was an honest, kind, gentle person who, even when he made mistakes, was willing to talk through them and work out solutions.
He wasn't emotionally reactive; he was forgiving, and I was more certain than I had been of anything in my life that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and raise little hybrid babies.
The only problem was that niggling bit of fear that rose up in me, the memory of being strapped down to a table, my thoughts and feelings dismissed in the face of what my body had to offer. That fear didn't get to rule my life or make my decisions.
Right now, I had a leviathan of a man who was willing to hand over all control.
I knew it wouldn't be that way every time we were together.
That had been clear many times he had played with me, touching and teasing me.
He wanted me, and he wasn't afraid to reach for me.
Right now, his surrender was a product of the situation, both a reaction to my trauma and his own need to know that I was choosing him for him.
We both knew that he could easily pick me up with his filaments and manipulate my body any way he wanted.
I'd never tested their strength, but he used them to hold an entire spaceship together.
He could use them just as easily to do whatever he wanted to me, even move me up and down on his dick like a rag doll if he so chose.
But what he chose was to give me the space to make my own choice.
That made me want him even more.
But to have him ran the risk of giving me the family I always wanted but had been made to fear.
I climbed back up on him, sitting myself down on his abs instead of on that glorious rod that I had slid up and down just a short while before.
I couldn't bring myself to touch it just yet.
My insides ached, my channel twinging with the craving to be filled.
All I had to do was set him against me and work myself down onto him, all raw and unprotected, and the thought of that made me think of how much my body hurt when I was returned to my cage, left there to curl up on the floor and wait for the lights to go out.
That particular fear could only be solved with years of therapy, or it could be set aside with a more creative approach.
First things first.
I leaned down and removed my hand, brushing my lips close to his, not quite kissing him.
"The only thing I want to hear from you is if you need me to stop, understand?" I whispered.
He said nothing, his lips just curved under mine with a smile.
I kissed him, softly, and he kissed me back, his lips moving with a soft uncertainty, a unpracticed gentleness as if he had never kissed anyone before.
I realized that he likely hadn't, based on what he said to me; there was a good chance that this was his first time.
I didn't want to stop to ask. There had already been too much talking, too much overthinking.
I wanted to push all that to the side, to silence my mind in favor of the needs of my body.
I broke off the kiss and slid down his abs, rubbing my sensitive slit against the bumps of his washboard.
I was drenched and ready, aching and needy, and the only thing I wanted now was to be filled by a man who had proven that he wanted to take care of me and cater to my every need and whim.
He was along for the ride. He was my ride.
I slid down further, and the hard rod of his desire poked against my backside.
I lifted my hips up and reached down in between us to grasp him and reposition him so that his head nestled against my warm crevice.
He let out a deep rumble of a sound, the entire room shuddering around us, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he could move his arms, he would have grabbed me and clutched me against him, driving into me hard and fast with all the pent-up need of a tormented man.
A small tendril of fear tickled at the corner of my mind, a fear of the future, a fear of a cold, sterile world that only wanted me for my body.
"There is no way you can knock me up," I whispered, easing my fear with a lie.
Lyrien made a sound of protest through his closed lips, but that was all it was, just a sound, not a word.
My awareness of the falseness of my own statement sent another wave of desire through me, the excitement of the risk, the anticipation of pleasure, and the deep craving for what I wanted deep inside of me. I knew what I wanted.
I worked my hips down, and he inched into me, pushing through the tightness of my opening with a thick, sudden pop of heat.
I gasped, my body trembling with the intense stretch.
It didn't hurt; it felt so good. I put my hands on his chest again and focused on the sensation as I slid down him, slowly, taking in the oversized invasion of heated flesh that filled me up almost more than I could bear but exactly as much as I needed.
By the time I had him seated inside me, the soft pressure of his head pushing deep in me, I was trembling, panting with the effort to take him in, my channel clutching tight around his heat as I struggled to adjust to his girth, even as my channel fluttered and pulsed with decadent pleasure.
He was so thick that he was pushing against that glorious spot inside of me, like a thumb pressing down hard against my center of pleasure.
If I moved at all, I was going to climax.
"Fuck me," I groaned. "You feel so good."
He said nothing, looking up at me with eyes full of wonder, joy, and deep, unabiding lust.
There was a thick swelling sensation of pressure, intense just inside my opening.
I tried to lift upwards, to move, but I couldn't. All I could do was sit there, spiked on his post, feeling deliciously stuck.
I pressed the tops of my feet down, trying to lift up again, and managed to achieve a small slide, the tiniest of movements, and the thick press of him inside me, shoving hard against the large orchid of my internal pleasure, sent me spiraling over the edge.
I lost the small amount of a lift and sank back down on him, crying out as I came apart again, rolling waves of pleasure washing through my entire body, intensified as my internal muscles squeezed hard against his shaft even as they were stretched to their utter maximum.
"I can't," I gasped out as the waves subsided, but didn't disappear, leaving me hyper aware and wanting to chase them. "I can't move."
Lyrien lifted his hand and touched my cheek with soft fingers.
I leaned my face into his palm, feeling how it enveloped the entire side of my head.
The full extent of his body was gargantuan, but even this smaller part of him, the bipedal center, was so much bigger than me.
Then I stiffened, lifting my head away from his hand.
I looked at it, lifted up, the strong muscles of his arms engaged as he let me retreat that small amount.
The significance of the moment hit me.
He had moved his arm.
I looked down at his face to see that his soft, wondrous expression had morphed into something truly wicked. He grinned up at me like a cat with a mouse under its paws, laughing at the capture and imagining all of the torment it was about to inflict on its victim.
"Lyrien?" I asked.
He lifted an eyebrow at me, his grin widening even more.
Then he sat up.
At least, that was how I first interpreted it.
His upper body lifted up towards me, and the pressure inside of me changed with the shifting angle of his hips.
Another wave of pleasure hit me at the small movement, distracting me as his arms wrapped around me to hold me in place as he lifted me with him.
He wasn't standing; he was floating, lifted up by the filaments attached to his back, hovering up in the center of the room as he carried me up into the air with him.
I clung to him, his strong arms supporting me even as the small shifts of his heat inside of me ricocheted electricity through my senses.
"Lyrien," I cried out again, my legs wrapping around his hips, my toes brushing up against the filaments extending behind him as I tried to find purchase to move. "I need... oh god I need.... please..."
But still he said nothing.
Then he was above me, my back lying flat down against a bed of soft, warm neurofilaments that rolled against me, massaging me, relaxing me even as his chest lifted away from me and he looked down at where we were joined.
I followed his gaze, seeing the soft curves of my thighs spread out against the hard, strong muscles of his as he adjusted me, positioned us.
He closed his eyes, like he was focusing, and the intense pressure just inside my opening abated.
Then my world exploded as he pulled out, just a little, his skin dragging inside of me, slipping and sliding even as his chin lifted and his eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, the expression of pure pleasure on his face matching the rising peak of my own until the only thing that existed was him and me, the movement and touch of our bodies, the sound of his groan as he pulled out until his tip was the only thing left inside of me, the emptiness a shock that was too quick to process as he drove back into me with a slow, steady thrust.
My head rocked back as my entire body moved with the force of his penetration.
Then he was pulling out again and filling me, possessing me, taking me with a slow, sensual deliberation.
"Talk to me," I begged, losing all sense of dominance as he held me down and took me.
"I've relaxed my knot, and now I am going to fill you with my seed over and over again and knot you again until it anchors there, and our young begins to grow," he rumbled, his eyes finding mine, anchoring there with feral intent.
"I am going to mate with you, breed you, keep you, and never let you go. You are mine. You will always be mine."
"I am my own," I said, a small but fierce part of me rising up to meet the challenge in his gaze.
His eyes burned with a fire that matched my own, as he shifted the angle of his hips, changing the soft wave of my pleasure to rise higher than before.
I felt the soft touch of one of his neuro filaments brushing in between my lower lips, stroking me there to match the slow, methodical rhythm of his overwhelming thrusts and then I was climaxing again, my toes curling, a scream ripping from my throat as my back arched and all the muscles in my body tightened in response to the full body cascade of stars exploding throughout my senses.
I heard him let out a roar as he slammed into me, his pace rapid and frantic, his length twitching inside of me even as I clamped down on it like I could suck him into me with the sheer force of my body.
His heat filled me, and I knew he was right: in this moment, I was utterly and completely his.
As I came back down, held in the warmth of his arms, in the embrace of his entire being, he leaned down to gently kiss my cheek.
"Then I am yours," he whispered in my ear.