Chapter 10 #2
Delaney seemed to be looking around for a reasonable place. She swallowed. He could scent the perfume of her arousal. It made him want to rub against her and beg if he must.
“I’m still wrapped up in these lights, Maelic,” she squeaked.
“Do you trust me, Delaney?” he murmured against her ear, nipping the tender flesh.
She shivered and nodded.
“Do you like being bound up like this?”
“No,” she panted, her body stiffening. He paused. "It is weird."
“Is that true? I can smell your arousal.” He gently pulled on the string, causing it to tighten—not so hard that it risked breaking the glass against her skin. She gave a small moan, and the sound sent pure delight down his spine.
His lumin glands pulsed almost painfully in response to her scent.
“Say yes,” Maelic growled against her throat, the vibration pooling low in her belly. The texture of her human skin was silk-soft where he nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in. “Let me keep you, little human. Let me take care of every single need you have.”
“Shit,” she rasped but nodded. “Yes. Fuck me.”
Maelic lifted her up, pressing her to the wall. He kissed her—foreign and clumsy, but all-consuming. He wanted to possess her through this. Make her his. Bond her to him. His fangs ached to do so, the chemical that would forge that physical bond leaking into his mouth.
He fumbled with his trousers until his cock was free.
He held her steady against the wall, her dress riding up.
He canted his hips and groaned at the sensation of his weeping cock rubbing against that soft center.
All that separated them was a thin layer of undergarment.
She felt so wet and hot. He thrust and resisted the urge to bite.
He kissed her harder. His cock rubbed against her delightful little pleasure spot.
He would not continue until he brought her to orgasm.
He rutted against that spot, one hand firm on her ass, the other gripping her hair. She was half-suspended in this position, the string of lights restricting her movement. The sight inflamed his lust tenfold.
“Maelic!” she moaned into his mouth. He picked up the pace, repeatedly jerking his hips into hers. His coremata twitched with the movement until she stiffened and cried out, her body rocking with release.
He shivered at the sensation.
“Are you ready for this, astara?” he panted, forehead pressing against hers.
She nodded, face flushed and hot. “Please.” She half-sobbed the words. “Fuck me.”
Maelic reached between them and moved the soaked fabric covering her cunt. His tip met her bare flesh, and he paused, swallowing hard.
What if she gets hurt?
“I’ll be okay, I swear,” she panted, need palpable in her voice.
He bit down on his lip and slowly pushed forward.
By the goddess. So tight.
He almost lost himself then. The urge to slam home was insanely strong.
He gritted his teeth and stopped, studying her face as he moved a little more inside.
She grimaced but didn’t tell him to stop.
His coremata remained deflated, but his size was so big compared to hers.
He wasn’t sure if this would work after all.
“It’s okay,” she panted. He kissed her cheek, rubbing into the skin there.
Maelic frowned. He would not let his inexperience make this go poorly for her.
He kissed her lip softly and pulled his hips back slightly before trying again.
He felt the band of resistance but didn’t force it.
He slowly rocked his cock in and out. The sensation was so intense he almost spilled.
He stilled. He kissed her harder—he would distract her for this.
He repositioned his hands on her ass and leaned her weight back onto him, gravity aiding the process until blissfully, she sank onto him fully.
She was so hot and tight inside he could see stars. He panted into her mouth as they kissed but made no move yet, letting her adjust.
“Is this too much?” he managed.
Delaney moaned. “I’ve never been a size queen, but holy fuck,” she choked out. Her words didn’t quite translate, but the way she wiggled surely did. He groaned and gripped her harder.
“If this becomes too much, tell me to stop,” he panted.
Delaney just nodded, her eyes begging him to fuck up into that tight cunt.
And so he did.
He lifted her up and slammed his hips forward into her, his cock choked by the stranglehold of her cunt. He cried out but didn’t stop. Delaney breathed hard, but he was hard pressed to stop now. His wings snapped around them on their own, cocooning her tight to him as he fucked into her.
“Vrek, you were made for my cock. You feel so good.”
He was becoming dizzy with the sensation, but it was like he’d become possessed.
The days of mating fever seemed to eat away at any rational thought.
The noises Delaney made were becoming sharper, and the clasp of her inner channel started to rhythmically squeeze him.
He would spray seed any second now. His hand darted to her entrance, his finger circling that nub.
Delaney jerked, and her cunt threatened to choke his cock, but he didn’t stop.
He held that same pace and continued to circle her pleasure point until she was shaking from it. Begging him.
“Come for me,” he rasped into her ear. “Let go. Just feel it, astara.” He gently bit down on her lobe, and she went tight, screaming out her pleasure.
The grip of her cunt was so intense he couldn’t stop from joining her, his cock spitting seed deep into her warmth. He pulled out, gripping his coremata, squeezing it as it swelled. He would not lock her without permission.
The pleasure was intense, but his focus was on the precious female in his grip. He repositioned his hold on Delaney and pulled her tightly to his chest. Her head lolled against his crest fur as she took deep breaths.
“You took me so perfectly, it's as if I was made to pleasure that pretty cunt.” He kissed her temple, carefully reaching down and unplugging the lights.
“Wow,” she mumbled into his chest. He chuckled, moving toward the couch. He gently untangled her from the lights.
“Are you well?” he asked, checking her over. She had some red marks, which made him frown, but she seemed fine.
“I’m fucking great,” she said, looking a bit boneless on the couch. He snorted.
“Good. Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
He hurried to the bathroom and retrieved one of those cleansing rags from under the sink. He wrung it out in warm water and returned, then dutifully cleaned her slightly puffy core, to her annoyed protests.
“It’s the least I can do. You gave me great honor in letting me join with you.” He huffed.
Delaney rolled her eyes. “Oh, is that right?”
“Yes, astara.”
“What does that mean anyway?”
“Astara?” He blinked and looked down, considering. He took a deep breath as he braced himself for what he imagined would come next.
“It’s a name for one’s true mate.”
Delaney stiffened. “What do you mean?”
“My true mate. I… I’m certain that you’re my mate.”
“I can’t be. I’m not an alien!”
“You technically are to me—” He shook his head. “It’s unheard of for my species to form this bond with others, but I can feel it. My body knows.”
Delaney just stared at him, taken aback.
“I need to go take another shower. Why don’t you go work on the ship?”
She got up and moved away. Maelic felt the sting of rejection hit him, but he didn’t balk. She didn’t understand.
“Fine.”
He got up and moved for the door. Didn’t look back. Couldn’t.
If he looked at her—wrapped in his scent, marked by his body, staring at him like he’d just asked the impossible—he’d stay. He’d beg.
And she wasn’t ready for that yet.
The door closed behind him with a soft click that felt louder than it should.