Chapter 10 #2
She was magnificent. More muscular than any human woman I'd ever seen, her body a testament to a lifetime of training.
Her shoulders were broad, her arms defined with muscle that flexed as she moved.
But it was her breasts that captured my attention—smaller than a human woman's, perfectly proportioned to her frame, covered in that same velvet pelt that darkened to a deeper shade across her chest and nipples.
"You're beautiful," I said, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
"I'm a warrior," she replied, but there was uncertainty in her voice.
"You're both." I reached up slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to.
She didn't. My fingers traced the soft pelt covering her collarbone, following the line down between her breasts.
The texture was like touching velvet, like touching something precious and rare.
She shivered beneath my touch, and I felt her breath catch.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to the curve of her breast, feeling the velvet softness against my mouth.
She made a sound—a gasp of surprise and pleasure—and her hands tightened in my hair.
I traced the edge of her breast with my tongue, feeling the pelt give way to softer skin at her nipple.
When I took it into my mouth, she cried out, her back arching.
"Cullen," she breathed, my name a prayer on her lips.
I spent time there, learning what made her moan, what made her grip my shoulders, what made her press herself against me. The scent of her skin—salt and something uniquely Serna—filled my senses. I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips.
"I want to see all of you," I murmured against her skin. "I want to know every part of you."
She nodded, breathless, and I helped her out of the rest of her suit.
When she was completely bare before me, I had to pause, just taking her in.
The velvet pelt covered most of her body, darker along her spine, lighter on her sides and belly.
But between her thighs, the pelt gave way to softer skin, and I could see the glistening evidence of her arousal.
"Can I?" I asked, my hand hovering over her inner thigh.
"Yes," she whispered.
I traced my fingers along her thigh, feeling the velvet texture of her pelt give way to the softer skin of her inner leg.
When I reached the apex of her thighs, I found her wet and ready, her anatomy similar enough to human women to be familiar but with subtle differences—her labia slightly darker, her entrance longer and tighter.
The sight of her, open and vulnerable and wanting me, made my cock throb with need.
I stroked her slowly, feeling her hips buck against my hand. Her clitoris was responsive, swelling beneath my touch, and when I circled it gently, she gasped and gripped my shoulders.
"More," she demanded, her warrior confidence returning even in vulnerability. "I want more."
I obliged, sliding a finger inside her. She was tight and hot, her inner walls clenching around me. I added a second finger, moving slowly, letting her adjust, feeling her arousal coat my hand. The scent of her—musky and intoxicating—made my head spin.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh. The velvet pelt there was softer, more delicate, and I traced it with my lips as I continued to stroke her. "So perfect."
She was breathing hard now, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand, chasing her pleasure. I could feel her getting closer, feel the tension building in her body. But I wanted to draw this out, wanted to savor every moment of her.
I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself between her thighs. She looked down at me, her golden eyes dark with desire, and I held her gaze as I leaned down and tasted her.
She cried out, her hands flying to my hair, pulling me closer.
I worked her slowly, learning what made her moan, what made her hips thrust upward, what made her lose that careful control.
The taste of her—salt and sweetness and pure Serna—was addictive.
I could have stayed there forever, but she was getting close, her breathing becoming ragged, her moans more urgent.
"Cullen, I need—" she gasped, but couldn't finish the sentence.
"I know," I said, moving back up her body. I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips, and she responded with a hunger that matched my own.
She helped me out of my pants, her hands urgent now, and then I was positioned at her entrance. I paused, giving her one last chance to change her mind, but she pulled me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes," she breathed. "Please, Cullen. I need you."
I entered her slowly, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. She was tight—so incredibly tight—and the sensation of her wrapped around me was almost overwhelming. I had to stop for a moment, breathing hard, fighting for control.
"Okay?" I asked.
"More than okay," she gasped. "Move. Please."
I began to move, slowly at first, letting her adjust. But she met my thrusts with her own, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with mine.
The velvet of her pelt rubbed against my chest, a constant reminder of how different she was, how perfect she was.
I could feel every muscle in her body, could feel her strength and her vulnerability all at once.
"You feel incredible," I groaned, burying my face in her neck. I could smell her there—that intoxicating scent that was uniquely hers—and I breathed her in as I moved inside her.
She was making sounds now—gasps and moans and my name, over and over. Her nails raked down my back, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to drive me wild. I could feel her getting close again, feel the tension building in her body.
"That's it," I murmured against her skin. "Let go. I've got you."
She came with a cry, her body clenching around me, her hips thrusting upward as waves of pleasure crashed through her. The sensation of her orgasm pushed me over the edge, and I followed her, spilling inside her as I groaned her name.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still joined. I pressed my forehead against hers, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against my chest—a rhythm that was beginning to synchronize with my own.
"That was—" I started, but couldn't find the words.
"Yes," she agreed softly. "It was."
I pulled back enough to look at her. Her hair was mussed, her lips swollen from kissing, her skin flushed with satisfaction. The velvet of her pelt was slightly damp with sweat, and I found myself wanting to touch her again, to feel that incredible texture against my skin once more.
"What happens now?" I asked.
She reached up, cupping my face in both hands. "I don't know. But whatever it is, we face it together."
I kissed her again, softer this time. Tender. "Together," I agreed.
We stayed in that cave as darkness fell completely, wrapped in each other's arms. Outside, Riuondo was hunting us. Outside, the Alliance was in turmoil. Outside, everything was complicated and dangerous and uncertain.
But in that moment, in that small cave with Serna in my arms, everything felt right.