20. Rhykor #3
She shatters almost instantly, her orgasm ripping through her in a violent, whole-body shudder as her inner walls crush my fingers and her hips buck wildly against my mouth.
When she screams my name, a broken, euphoric sound, I swallow her release greedily, drinking her down as the mate bond floods my mind with the scorching intensity of her pleasure.
Slick with the evidence of her release, I crawl upward until my forearms frame her head.
Her peaking breasts drag against my chest, pulling a sharp gasp from her lungs.
Glazed with completion, her heavy-lidded eyes search mine.
The thick, blunt head of my cock brushes against her sensitive entrance, and her breath turns frantic and uneven.
"Look at me," I urge, my voice destroyed, my muscles trembling with the extreme physical effort of holding my heavy frame above her.
Her eyes lock onto mine, dilating and incredibly trusting. I grip her hips, my large hands spanning her waist effortlessly, and tilt her up to meet the angle of my body.
"Even knowing how you took me in the dark, I still marvel that I fit without hurting you," I admit, the vulnerability tasting like ash on my tongue. "You're so small."
"I'll take you." She reaches down, her sticky fingers securely guiding the thick head of my cock against her wet slit. "I'm yours, and I'm right here, so move."
With a gruff half-sob, I thrust forward.
It’s a brutal, burning stretch. Inch by inch, I feed myself into that tight passage, the thick, alien ridges of my shaft grinding against her highly sensitized human nerves.
A sharp, glorious cry escapes her, and her nails score deep red lines down my back.
My facial muscles strain as I bare my fangs, fighting to maintain this agonizingly slow pace while every predatory instinct screams at me to bury myself to the hilt.
When I finally bottom out, filling her completely, it steals the breath from both our lungs. My chest crushes against hers, and we freeze, panting into each other's mouths. The sheer, shocking fullness of being in her tight, scalding heat nearly triggers my release on the spot.
"God fucking damn it," I grit out, trembling violently to hold still. "Cassia—you feel so good."
"Don't stop," she begs, her legs wrapping securely around my hips to pull me deeper. "Rhykor, please."
I withdraw slowly, the ridges of my cock dragging against her slick walls, and thrust back in hard.
She screams, her back arching entirely off the pallet.
The fit is obscene, a terrifying clash of scale and soft flesh, but the deep friction is absolute perfection.
I establish a punishing rhythm, my hips slamming downward against the unyielding concrete floor underneath the wool, each thick impact echoing loudly in the empty penthouse.
"Tell me," I snarl, burying my face in her neck, biting lightly at her collarbone. "Tell me whose you are."
"Yours," she gasps, crying out as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her whole body flinch in pure pleasure. "Only yours. Faster, please, harder!"
I obey, giving her all of the violence and none of the restraint.
My thrusts become savage and primal, my heavy body driving her into the wool.
An absolute, blinding resonance flares in my mind, locking our pleasure in perfect synchronization, amplifying every stroke and gasp, right down to each drop of sweat until the boundary between where I end and she begins ceases to exist.
Her arms clamp tight around my neck, and the rhythmic contraction of her inner muscles milks me with each slow withdrawal. "I'm going to come," she cries, entirely undone by the sensation. "I'm coming again—Rhykor!"
Her second orgasm hits her like a shockwave, milking me with an unbearable, rhythmic pressure.
The feeling of her shattering around my cock breaks the final, fraying pull of my control.
I roar, a ground-shaking sound that makes the glass on the floor rattle, and thrust furiously, burying myself as deep as biology allows.
My climax erupts out of me in uncontrollable waves, flooding her tight core with a hot, pulsing release.
I collapse forward, bracing my weight on my forearms to avoid crushing her, my lungs hauling in oxygen like I’ve been submerged.
The absolute stillness of the penthouse is broken only by our frantic, overlapping breaths.
Beneath me, Cassia lies limp and trembling, her slick inner walls still twitching violently around the thick, buried length of my cock.
A human male might be finished. But the feral, Luvon-evolved genetics coursing through my blood are just waking up.
My shaft remains hard, and feeling the hot, wet clench of her aftermath only makes it throb with greater intensity, the ridges swelling tighter against her until she gasps in surprise.
"Rhykor..." she breathes, her eyes fluttering open, confused and glazed with afterglow, as I twitch deep inside her. "You're... still..."
"I'm a Kraaj enforcer who found his mate, Cassia," I rumble, my voice a dark, vibrating purr against her jaw. "Did you really think one time was going to be enough?"
Before she can protest, I grip her hips and roll, pulling her with me in a single fluid motion until I'm sitting up and she's straddling my lap.
The movement shifts my cock effortlessly inside her, hitting a new, impossibly deep angle.
Her eyes go wide, her spine bowing as a sharp gasp leaves her throat.
"Look at you," I growl, my hands mapping the sweat-slicked curves of her waist before trailing up to her flushed, heavy breasts.
Her warm brown skin is a beautiful, striking contrast against my dark crimson hands.
I pinch her nipples, rolling the sensitive peaks between my claws, and she whimpers, her hips instinctively bucking down against mine.
I swallow the sound with a bruising kiss, and then I start moving again.
This time, the pace is a punishing, unrelenting grind. I thrust upward from my hips, driving the thick base of my shaft directly against her clit while my hands lock her flush against me. The wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding fills the empty space, echoing off the cracked concrete walls.
"Move," I command, my fangs grazing the shell of her ear, my restraint completely gone. "Take all of it, Cassia. Show me how much you can take."
She meets the challenge. Her thighs tighten around my waist, and she moves with me, grinding her slick, swollen center against my stomach.
It is filthy and perfect. I slide one hand between our bodies, finding the wet, trembling bud of her clit, and begin to circle it ruthlessly in time with my upward thrusts.
"Fuck!" she screams, throwing her head back. Her braid has completely disintegrated, her dark curls flying wildly around her shoulders. "Rhykor, it's too much—I can't?—"
"You can. It's exactly what you belong to," I snarl, utterly consumed by the possessive fury of the mate bond.
I press my thumb harder against her clit, relentless, watching the pleasure overwrite every thought in her brilliant, stubborn head.
"Look at me," I snarl, pulling back just enough to capture her haze-filled gaze.
"Watch what happens when you finally let me in. "
"I'm watching," she gasps, crying out as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her whole body flinch in pure pleasure. "God, don't stop. Faster, please, harder!"
She breaks apart over me for a third time, a screaming, full-body climax that arches her spine and milks my cock so violently I actually see stars.
The sheer, overwhelming grip of her body triggers my own second release seconds later.
I roar her name into the open air, burying my fangs lightly into her neck—branding her with my teeth and my heat—as I flood her tight core with another heavy, scalding wave.
The heat bleeding from my skin turns the cool air to steam, the carved oaths on my chest glowing bright crimson against her palms as I collapse my heavy weight onto her.
My wings snap forward, engulfing us both entirely in a dark, protective cocoon of leathery membrane, shielding her completely from the world outside.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, my heart trying to beat its way out of my ribs.
"I've got you," she whispers, her small hands stroking the damp hair at the base of my skull. It's a reversal of our roles, the fragile human comforting the monster who had just taken her with feral intensity.
Afterward, the silence takes on a different density.