Chapter 23 Kiera
KIERA
Kiera’s heart pounded so hard it hurt–Brux was slipping away from her!
She could see it happening right in front of her eyes—the gold flooding his gaze… the angles of his face sharpening…the words deserting him one by one.
And somehow she sensed it wasn't like the earlier times, when she’d been able to catch it quickly and pull him back with a touch and a kiss and the press of her body against his.
This was worse–deeper.
He had gone too long without her help while they were saving the jhorra and her young, and now the void was pulling at him with greedy hands, determined to gobble him up before she could help him.
Kiera felt an icy stab of fear…followed by a wave of determination.
No.
No, she was not going to lose him like this.
Not now…not when she was beginning to feel so much for him. To love him?
The thought surprised her, and she pushed it aside–there was no time for speculation–she had to act.
For one frantic moment she thought of doing what had worked before—drawing him down between her thighs, giving him her taste and her scent and the warmth of her body until the blue came back into his eyes.
But some instinct in her told her it wouldn’t be enough this time–Brux needed more.
And she knew exactly what more meant.
The knowledge sent a hot, terrified shiver through her because she had been avoiding it…avoiding them.
Avoiding the sight and thought and sheer reality of his two massive shafts–both of them so frighteningly big and so very alien, even though Brux had explained them to her with the same calm honesty he used to explain everything else.
She could still hear his deep voice in her ear from a few nights before when she had finally gotten up the nerve to ask. They’d been lying together in the bathing pool, her back to his chest, his muscular arms wrapped around her.
“Tell me about these,” she’d murmured, arching her back a little to nudge him with her behind. “Tell me how you use them. And why is the bottom one bigger than the top one?”
“For a good reason,” he’d growled softly, his breath hot against her neck.
“If I’m taking a woman while I’m facing her, the larger bottom shaft fills her pussy—stretches her open and fucks her deep until she’s moaning my name.
” His hand had slid down her belly then, fingers teasing her clit as he spoke.
“And the shorter upper shaft…” He’d pressed his hard length against her ass, making her gasp.
“Rubs against her clit, but it also secretes a special fluid.”
“What…what does that do?” she’d asked breathlessly.
“Mmm…it makes her clit swell–makes it throb and tingle and helps her come again and again while I take her,” he’d said.
Kiera had squirmed against him, her pussy clenching at the hot image and she knew she was already slick with need. She was going to ask a follow up question when Brux went on.
“But if I am Bonding her to me…” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl. “Then I’ll take her from behind, on her hands and knees with her thighs spread wide for me. Then the larger bottom shaft goes deep in her soaking pussy, stretching her… filling her until she can’t think straight.”
“And…” Kiera had licked her suddenly dry lips. “And the shorter shaft?” she finally managed to ask.
“Well…it’s like this.” His big hands reached down to spread her open from behind and she’d felt the longer bottom shaft slip between her pussy lips, sliding against her clit. Meanwhile, the head of the shorter shaft nudged against her tight rosebud, making her bite back a gasp.
“Do you see?” he rumbled in her ear. “The shorter shaft slips into her ass. That way I can fill both her holes at once. Then the knot at the base of my larger shaft slips into her pussy and swells up to tie us together while I pump her full of my seed. And when I’m doing that–when I’m bonding my mate to me–she’ll feel every fucking pulse–every hot spurt flooding her womb and claiming her forever as mine. ”
Kiera had swallowed hard, her clit throbbing just from his words, her pussy dripping against the broad head of his larger shaft. She wanted what he was describing, she admitted to herself. And yet, she feared it too. He was so big.
“Is that…is that the only way to Bond a woman to you?” she’d asked, her voice coming out breathless.
Brux had nodded gravely, the head of his larger cock sliding against her clit with agonizing slowness as the head of the shorter one nudged against her rosebud.
“That is the way that Lykans Bond—we must have both shafts buried to the hilt in our woman. We have to be tied together and pounding her pussy and ass until she’s sobbing and coming and begging to be bred. Because most of the time, Bonding means breeding.”
“Breeding?” Kiera had asked, her voice coming out high and uncertain.
“That’s right.” Both big hands cupped the curve of her belly. “We Lykans can’t bond with our mate without flooding her womb with our cum. And that often causes spontaneous ovulation which leads to…”
“Pregnancy,” Kiera whispered, finishing the thought for him.
“Mmm—hmm.” He nodded and pressed against her even harder. “Breeding is part of Bonding. If you ever decide to Bond with a Lykan, you have to accept that–accept that he’s probably going to fill your womb with life when he Bonds you to him.”
“Does…does it show all at once?” Kiera had asked him. She remembered Iyanna telling her that when she’d gotten Bonded to Dra’vik, it had made her instantly three months pregnant.
“It can–it happens sometimes that the pregnancy accelerates rapidly,” He murmured. “You can’t tell–that’s part of the uncertainty of Bonding with a Lykan.”
Now, as she remembered his words, Kiera admitted to herself that she wasn’t ready for that much uncertainty–not yet.
She cared for Brux more every day, with a kind of wonder that still startled her when she let herself think about it—but Breeding and Bonding were big commitments–forever commitments. A Bond that tied them together for life was a very big thing.
But what she was planning now was different–this she could do.
Because right now it wasn’t about forever–it was about keeping Brux in his humanoid form–pulling him back from the void that threatened to suck him in and keep him away from her forever.
All of these thoughts ran through her head in a matter of minutes. Brux was still standing on the edge of the pool, breathing hard and shaking, his gold eyes wild and unfocused. When Kiera came toward him, he made a rough sound in his throat that was almost her name and almost a plea.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, though she wasn’t sure whether she was speaking to him or to herself. “I’ve got you, now. I’ve got you.”
Then she put both hands on his chest and pushed.
Brux went down onto his back beside the pool with a startled grunt, shallow water splashing up around them.
For one split second he looked too confused to fight her, which was good because Kiera wasn’t sure she could have moved him if he’d resisted.
He was still enormous—still all hard muscle and dense fur and dangerous male strength, even half—lost.
But he didn’t fight–he only looked up at her, dazed and desperate and frighteningly gorgeous in his half—animal way.
Quickly, so she wouldn’t lose her nerve, Kiera climbed over him and threw one leg across his hips, straddling him. The heat of his body rose up into hers at once…so did the heat of his arousal.
She bit her lip as she felt him brushing against her.
He was so hard…so hot. Both massive shafts jutting up from his groin like weapons–thick veins pulsing and their broad heads already slick with pre—cum.
The larger bottom one was as thick as her wrist and the shorter, upper one was slightly more tapered, but no less intimidating.
But there was no time to be afraid–no time to be shy. The only thing she wanted to concentrate on was saving him.
Brux let out a low, ragged growl as she settled over him, the slick folds of her pussy brushing the upper shaft.
His hands came up at once to her waist, gripping hard enough to make her gasp but not hard enough to hurt.
He was holding on, she realized—holding onto her, onto his reason, onto whatever thread still kept him from sliding all the way into the void.
Kiera braced herself and guided them together. She positioned the thick head of his larger shaft at her entrance and sank down slowly, gasping as he stretched her wide.
The sensation of it—of his heat and size and the unmistakable, intimate reality of him—made her whole body tense in shock.
He was so big. Bigger than she had expected…
bigger than she had prepared herself for and it was more than any part of her could entirely process in that first instant.
Her inner walls stretched taut around his girth, clinging to every throbbing inch as she took him deeper and deeper.
At the same time, she felt the slick, strange touch of the head of his upper shaft rubbing against her clit, coating the sensitive little button with the tingling fluid. At once a hot pulse went through her—a fierce, electric throb that made her clit swell instantly, hypersensitive and aching.
“Oh!” she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily and she took him even deeper.
And just like that, she saw the first sign–his face changed.
It didn’t happen all at once, but she saw it just the same. The sharp, feral edges began to recede. The beginnings of what was becoming a muzzle softened and turned back into a human—looking mouth. His eyes, though still mostly gold, flashed with intelligence and awareness.
“Gods, yes—ride me!” he begged, his voice rough but clearer, his hips straining up. “I can feel it working—take me deep inside you! Fuck yourself on my shaft!”
Kiera bit her lip hard and did her best.