by Zoey Draven
But right then, he had his female to pleasure. And nothing would distract him.
* * *
Things had escalated quickly, Taylor realized the moment Vikan laid her back onto the smooth floor of their cave.
She blinked, her lips parted, her body flushed, intense arousal and desire and need coursing through her, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
His kiss had been a drug, his taste an addiction. Already, she was trying to grab him back to her, so she could kiss him again. And again, and again.
She never wanted to stop kissing him.
More importantly, she wondered why the hell she hadn’t been kissing him from the very beginning.
They were both still wet from the sea, but the heat from the fire was quickly wicking away any lingering moisture.
“Vikan,” she breathed, her nipples tingling, her whole body tingling.
It was their connection, she knew. This was what Vikan felt whenever he spoke of his Instinct, this crazed, lustful intensity, so thick that Taylor could hardly see straight.
All she knew was that she wanted him like she’d never wanted another male before.
“We will not mate this night, female,” he growled to her, when she rocked her hips up, her body acting of its own accord, trying to entice him.
Taylor almost groaned in frustration, her eyes falling to his hard, thick cock. Shimmering, opalescent pre-cum wet the head and she licked her lips, wanting to lap it up.
“Vrax,” she heard him curse under his breath and she knew that was playing with fire.
Vikan was a massive male, not only his cock but his body. He was approaching eight-feet-tall and probably weighed over three, possibly four, hundred pounds of pure muscle and bulk.
Just the thought of him losing control, giving into the aggression and need she sensed just beneath his surface, made her pussy wet. What would it be like to be at the mercy of all that power, of all that strength? What would it be like if he became nothing more than a wild male, giving into his animalistic need to mate, to fuck, to claim?
I already know, she thought. In their future, he’d mated her like that. In her dreams, her visions, whatever the hell they were, Vikan had fucked her like a beast when she’d teased him beyond his tightly reigned control.
Even in the present, she could recall how he felt then. How thick and heavy his cock was, pounding between her thighs, giving her all of his aggression, his desire, his primal needs, before spilling his seed into her, marking her, making her his.
Taylor whimpered, squeezing her thighs, squirming on the floor of the cave.
She was remembering it all.
Already, the cave was heady and musky with the scent of arousal. Even Taylor could smell it, so she wondered how Vikan could stand it.
He didn’t wait much longer. He repeated, “We will not mate tonight, female, but I will pleasure you well.” Taylor’s back arched. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes!” she immediately cried out. “Vikan, stop talking and come here.”
He made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like an amused chortle. But he did as she ordered and knelt between her thighs, which she widened for him.
“Fates, luxiva,” he rasped, looking down at her body, illuminated by the firelight that played over her skin. There was no need to be self-conscious, she realized. The way that Vikan was looking at her left no room for questioning what he thought of her body.
His desire for her was written plainly across his face. As clear as a flashing neon sign.
In response, she spread her thighs wider so he could see the most intimate part of her. And as his gaze zeroed in on her sex, it amazed her how quickly they’d gone from kissing to this. She hadn’t expected it when she’d asked to kiss him. But that kiss…
God, that kiss.
It had changed everything.
She’d played with fire and now she was about to get seared.
A moan tumbled from her throat when Vikan leaned forward and drew one of her peaked nipples between his lips. His dark hair spilled over his shoulder, caressing her body, the ends tickling her abdomen. Her back arched when he lightly ran his teeth over the sensitive bud, feeling her sex pulse in response.
He switched to her other breast, sucking and laving and devouring her, the pleasure so unbelievably intense. Taylor had never gotten off from having her breasts played with, but it felt like she was already on the verge of cumming and he hadn’t even touched her between her thighs, where she wanted him the most.
But her male was taking his sweet ass time getting there.
Because once he finished with her breasts, he licked a line with that wicked, ridged tongue down the valley between them, before dipping into her belly button and running the tips of his claws up her sides. The contrast between the warmth of his soft tongue and the pricking of his sharp claws made Taylor hold her breath, her clit throbbing like it never had before.
“Vikan,” she whispered, her voice sounding choked.
“Tev, luxiva?” he rasped, his dark eyes flashing up to her even as he ran his tongue over her pubic bone.
So close.
He was teasing her. Just a few days ago, she would’ve never believed that Vikan would’ve been like this. He’d been cold, detached, closed off to her then.
Now? He was fire and heat, hell bent on consuming her completely until there was nothing left she could give.
So much had changed, in such a short amount of time. It didn’t seem so crazy to her anymore that Cecelia had fallen for her Luxirian warrior in less than a week.
What is it about these Luxirians? she wondered.
Taylor cried out, her back bowing when Vikan shifted suddenly, running his tongue with a firm stroke between her legs, right over the seam of her sex. His ridged tongue hit every spot just right, dragging over her clit until her skin felt like it was buzzing.
“Yes,” she hissed softly. “Right there! Oh my God!”
He repeated what he’d done, a purring growl reverberating in the cave, so loud and strong that she felt it against her clit.
Unbelievable, she thought wildly, her hands trying to grip something as she felt her orgasm approaching. But she only felt the floor of the cave. Recalling his response earlier, she reached down and gripped his horns instead.
He roared between her thighs, the sound muffled because he was too busy flicking her clit back and forth with the tip of his tongue.
But he thrust his head against her hands, making his horns slide in her grip, so she figured he liked it.
So, Taylor never let go. And since they were pretending, she imagined that his horns were his cock. Every lap and lick over her pussy was a twisting pull and stroke over the hard, black bone, which made Vikan groan between her thighs.
Taylor’s lips parted, feeling that sexual power course through her. She loved giving him pleasure, making him feel as good as he was making her feel.
But all too soon, because he was so damn good, she felt the familiar rising tension through her body.
“I’m gonna cum, Vikan,” she cried out, her grip tightening on his horns, wishing she truly was holding onto his cock. “O-oh!”
Right as she begun to cum, Vikan delved his tongue deep inside her pussy, lapping at her entrance and her most sensitive inner walls. Taylor saw stars as her eyelids squeezed shut, her back arching, grinding her sex against his face as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her body.
And she could do nothing but ride it out, feeling her male lick that naughty tongue deep inside her and gently roll her clit with the pads of his fingers.
It seemed to last forever, but when it was finally over, it only took her a moment to realize that Vikan hadn’t stopped. She still had her fists wrapped around his horns and his tongue was still in her pussy.
“V-Vikan,” she whispered, her clit sensitive as he lightly ran the length of his tongue over the bud. “I…I need a moment to rest.”
“Nix,” he rasped, his eyes so
dark that they were black, “You do not.”
And then Taylor’s breath hitched, her whole body tingling, as he went right back to work between her thighs.
Briefly, her gaze strayed up to the ceiling of the cave, watching the shadows of the flames flicker along the walls. Just then, Vikan buried his tongue inside her again, making her thighs tighten around his head.
And as she felt yet another orgasm building deep within her body, she knew that it was going to be a long, long night.
FIFTEEN
BY THE TIME Vikan finally let her rest, she’d been four orgasms in.
Even then, he wasn’t done with her.
By the time Vikan finally let her rest for the night, she’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d given her. What she did know was that her body was buzzing, her skin so sensitive that every time Vikan touched her, she would gasp and arch into his palm. Her pussy was tingling, as were her toes, her fingers, every limb of her body, every strand of her hair.
She felt…different. Changed.
And if this was how Luxirians treated their females, no wonder Kate, Beks, and Cecelia had chosen to stay with theirs.
What she also knew was that Vikan hadn’t cum. After her third, she’d pleaded with him for a break, told him that she wanted to return the favor, especially since his hips had been grinding and fucking the goddamn floor since he’d been so turned on and aroused.
But he’d denied her.
He’d told her that if she touched him, he would break his word about them not ‘mating’ that night. When she’d told him that she wanted his cock, that she didn’t care anymore, he’d given her the sweetest kiss that made her melt in his arms and repeated softly that they wouldn’t mate that night.
It was frustrating, but he’d quickly distracted her. And by the time he finally released her, after he finally gave into her exhausted pleas, Taylor couldn’t do much else but collapse against the cave floor and snuggle into her Luxirian when he wrapped her up in his arms, holding her tight against his chest.
And then she promptly passed out, but fell into a dream.
* * *
“You are insatiable,” Taylor murmured, gasping as he licked a line up her throat. “Vikan.”
“Can you blame me, female?” he rasped, gripping her hips, pressing her to him so she felt the hardened length of his throbbing cock.
But she pulled back, grasping the sides of his face, so she could peer at him closely. Because, strangely enough, she knew she was dreaming, but this felt different from all her other dreams.
“Is this real?” she whispered, her gaze connecting and holding his gray eyes.
“It is always real, female,” he replied.
They were in his bedroom in Lopixa, she knew. Because she’d seen it before in her visions. The room was large and it was night, the only source of illumination coming from the windows, shafts of silver moonlight filtering their way through.
She saw the bed, a platform of a dozen furs, with brightly colored cushions lining the edges. They were standing at the very foot of it, a quiet humming the only sound in the room. She knew it was the Lopitax sea, which lay just beyond the cliffs of the outpost.
Taylor bit her bottom lip, his words echoing in her mind. He was right. Because she didn’t feel like they were pretending anymore.
“I meant are you dreamwalking, right now?” she finally asked.
“Tev,” he replied. “I am. We only have a couple spans until we reach Lopixa, if that. I want to take advantage of our time together.”
Taylor softened at his words and when he stroked his claw-tipped fingers down her bare arm, her breath hitched. Her skin was still sensitive.
“How do you feel?” he murmured against the shell of her ear, inhaling her scent, before running the sides of his horns across her temple.
Taylor flushed, seeing those horns in a different light now.
“Amazing,” she replied softly. Taylor had never been shy in her entire life. Her peers and friends had always called her reserved, but she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind if she thought the occasion called for it.
But right then?
Vikan was making her shy, in the best way possible. She felt her belly flutter with a thousand butterflies as his lips curled up in response.
She loved his smile. Just a few days ago, she never would’ve thought she’d seen it, never would’ve thought he’d been capable of one.
And even though she could tell his smile was a little rusty and underused, it made it all the better when he let her see it.
“Maybe I shouldn’t be so jealous about all the females you’d been with before,” she commented, a teasing smile crossing her lips. “Because you’ve obviously learned a lot from them.”
Vikan huffed out a breath, shaking his head. “Female,” he warned.
“I just wish you’d let me return the favor,” she murmured, pressing closer.
“I do not want to mate you on a cave floor like a beast,” he rasped, his hands settling on her lower back.
Taylor’s eyes flicked to the bed in his room pointedly. “So I have to wait until we reach Lopixa? Until we are here?”
“Tev,” he replied. “Only when I have given you the softest furs, a hot, well-prepared meal, and allowed you to rest and recover in comfort. All the luxuries you deserve.”
Taylor liked it a little too much that he wanted to provide those things for her. She’d always prided herself on her independence, but she let herself off the hook that time. Vikan only wanted to make her happy and she would let him. If only for the short amount of time they had left together.
The thought was sobering and she tried to hide her frown, the sinking of her heart in her chest, from him before he asked too many questions.
To distract herself, she looked at the bed and said, “We’re here now. Those furs look soft.”
Vikan growled, dragging her even closer to him, if possible. “Until we reach Lopixa, I will sate myself by tonguing your cunt and hearing your moans, tev?”
Taylor sucked in a desperate lungful of air. Whenever he talked a little dirty to her, she couldn’t help but respond. And that response was getting soaked between her thighs, despite the marathon of orgasms he’d given her just before they’d fallen asleep.
But dammit, the male turned her on like no other.
“Come,” he murmured, “I wish to hold you.”
He guided her onto the bed, propping himself up amongst the cushions and pulling her between his thighs, her back to his front. Then he tilted her head slightly and gave her a deep kiss, making her head spin.
“You’re…” she whispered, her eyes unfocused when they pulled away. “Why are you so wonderful?”
His arms tightened and he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, trailing his velvety lips over the sensitive skin there.
Taylor sighed, smiling, and snuggled more deeply into him. “Is this why you brought us here? So we could cuddle and make out on your bed?” she teased. “Typical male.”
“This is our sleeping platform, luxiva,” he corrected. “But tev, I did.”
She let out a surprised laugh.
“And so we could see the view,” he murmured.
Taylor looked out the long window against the wall directly in front of them.
“Our dwelling,” he started, “is at the highest point of Lopixa. We can see everything from up here.”
Our dwelling.
Taylor bit her lip, liking that a little too much.
Before them, she could see the large expanse of the darkened ocean that stretched for miles and miles and miles. It looked like a sea filled with mercury from the light of the moon, a thick silver.
She could imagine waking up to that view for the rest of her life.
“Have you had visions of us here?” he asked, his breath drifting over her ear.
Taylor sucked in a breath, but eventually confessed, “Yes. Many.”
“Tell me about one,” he requested.
“Most of th
em,” she started, feeling a flush rise up her neck, “are of us having sex.”
He purred, his hands taking liberties as they slid down her front, grazing over her breasts, before cupping her between her thighs. She gasped, feeling his heat and pressure there.
But he didn’t do anything. He just held his hand there, feeling her. It felt possessive and sexy and hot as hell.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
She blew out a shaky breath, trying to keep her hips still from grinding in his hand. But it was hard, so hard.
“Umm,” she rasped. “In one vision, I saw us here, on the bed. You had me…on my hands and knees, bent over the edge.”
A rough growl tore from his throat and his hand tightened slightly over her pussy. “Continue, female.”
“I think…I think you’d been somewhere,” she said, furrowing her brow as she tried to remember, trying to think past the haze of lust fogging her mind. “You’d been gone for a little while, maybe to the Golden City, but I’d stayed behind since it was only a short trip. And when you got home that night, you were…ravenous. We had sex twice before we’d even made it to the bed.”
Vikan hissed out a breath, his cock pulsing against her back.
Taylor gasped when his fingers lightly ran between the seam of her sex. “Y-you were rough,” she whispered. “But I loved it. I needed it. I needed you. And when you made me cum, I remember fisting my hands in these furs, unable to do anything but just…just feel you.”
“Vrax,” he cursed softly, even as he lightly played between her thighs, just a whisper of a touch, nearly not enough pressure to make her orgasm.
But it felt nice. It felt…intimate, as if they’d done just this a million times before.
“Did you feel the blood bond then?” he rasped. “Between us?”
For some reason the question made Taylor feel vulnerable.
“I think so,” she replied. “I—I don’t even know if I understand what it is.”
Vikan’s fingers paused and she felt him brush a kiss across her neck again. “You wish to know?”