by Zoey Draven
“I do not know,” he confessed. “It is possible he will have me punished for stealing you away. He might not. It is difficult to know what goes on in his mind.”
“Punished?” she whispered, eyes wide. “But…surely it’s not that serious. I mean, I’m your mate, right?”
Vikan let out a long breath through his nostrils before he rose to stand in front of her. His shoulders blocked the view of the ocean completely, he was so big. Slowly, he bent so he could connect their foreheads.
Immediately, her heartbeat calmed a little and she breathed him in slowly.
“We will find out,” he finally murmured. “Vaxa’an has been my warrior brother, a close friend, for a long while. I am his Ambassador, but he will consider my taking you a betrayal because he explicitly said that the human females were not to be touched.”
“Then what about Cecelia? What about Beks?” she asked, furrowing her brow as anger ignited in her belly. It was an unfair situation. “We were all saved by the Luxirians from the Pit and yet they were exposed to their mates early on. They chose to stay with them, but are Lihvan and Rixavox being punished for it? No. So why would you be?”
“Because Lihvan and Rixavox made it clear to Vaxa’an what their intentions were and they certainly did not steal them away,” Vikan said. “When I spoke to Vaxa’an about you…I told him I would not pursue you.”
Her brow furrowed.
“I do not know if he believed me, but I also know that I lost some of his trust based on my actions. And I must face him for that when I see him.”
“But that could be tomorrow,” she whispered, frowning. “You said we’re close to Lopixa.”
“Tev. We are. We will arrive this next span.”
“So,” she said quietly, “this could be our last night together.”
The thought made her want to cry and Taylor didn’t remember the last time she’d cried. Perhaps when her grandmother had finally passed away, but that had been over four years ago. And she’d gone through ugly breakups, stressful and long days and nights as she tried to establish her business, and gut-wrenching loneliness since then.
No, wait.
She realized she’d cried just last night. When Vikan had told her about his vision of the little girl. Tears had run down her face then and perhaps she hadn’t even realized it in the moment.
It might not be a huge deal to anyone else, but Taylor knew that if she cried for someone, they were important to her. Damn important. And it told her a lot. It told her things that she’d been too afraid to think about too much.
“If tonight is our last night,” she whispered to him, feeling his sharp exhale against her cheek, “I want to make the most of it, Vikan.”
“Luxiva—”
“And I don’t care about soft furs or hot meals and relaxing,” she murmured. “Those things don’t matter to me. I just…I want you tonight. Because if I don’t, I feel like I’d regret it for the rest of my life, no matter what happens. Okay?”
Vikan studied her. She could feel the tension in him. She knew that when they had sex for the first time, he’d wanted it to be elsewhere, where he knew they’d be safe, where he could take care of her like how he wanted.
And it made her fall in love with him a little more.
But Taylor was a woman who knew what she wanted. And that night?
She wanted Vikan.
“As if I could deny you anything, luxiva,” he finally rasped.
SEVENTEEN
THAT NIGHT, THEY did everything much the same as they had the night before.
They started a fire, Vikan went off to catch them dinner in the sea, they cooked it, ate until their bellies were full, and then they went for a swim, undressing on the beach, to wash off the day.
And just like the night before, everything began with a kiss.
A not-so-innocent, spine-tingling, brain-numbing kiss, in the middle of the Lopitax sea.
And when Vikan dragged them both from the water and brought her back to their cave, that kiss only spiraled even more out of control until Taylor was gasping for breath and Vikan was growling up a storm.
When he pulled back for a brief moment, Taylor caught sight of his cock, erect and tight against his abdomen, swaying heavily with every single one of his movements.
Her breath hitched and for a moment, nerves made her limbs freeze. She felt like a virgin, having sex for the very first time, excited, but not quite knowing what to expect.
Furthermore, she truly was second-guessing whether he would even fit inside her.
But nothing would deter her. Just like what Vikan had said before, she didn’t want fear to hold her back. She refused to let it.
So, as their fire illuminated the cave, flickering shadows across the wall and across their bodies, Taylor reached out and wrapped her fist around his cock.
His growl was rough and loud, echoing around the cave, as she touched him there for the first time.
Taylor licked her bottom lip, a small smile crossing her features. He was so big that her hand didn’t even wrap fully around. And as she slid her fist down his length, and then back up, making her male’s back bow, she felt the hard ridges and knobs that lined the top and bottom of his cock slip through her grip. Pre-cum shimmered on his head and Taylor ran her thumb over the tip, smearing it around.
His breathing was ragged, like it was being torn from his chest, when she managed to push him back onto the cave floor. They changed positions so that she was kneeling between his splayed thighs, her hand running down his cock.
Her heart was pounding with excitement as she gazed down on him. He was…breathtaking. His gray eyes glowed, his horns were straightened, the strong line of his jaw was clenched and tight as he waited to see what she would do next.
And his body…his body was laid out for her like a feast. His sculpted chest, his pierced, tantalizing nipples, the long lines of his abdomen, and the power of his thighs. And what lay between his thighs…
Taylor barely suppressed a whimper just looking at him. She’d never been so attracted to another being in her entire life and she knew that she never would be again.
“You’re amazing, Vikan,” she whispered. “Everything about you.”
His eyes darkened at her words.
Then she whispered, “And no matter what happens, I’m so glad that you took me away that night.”
“Luxiva,” he hissed.
But then she didn’t wait anymore. Slowly, she leaned over him, her hair falling forward to tickle across his upper thighs, and without breaking his gaze, took as much of his cock between her lips as she possibly fit.
Taylor swore his responding roar shook the whole cave. It made his cock vibrate in her mouth as her tongue glided underneath, over his knobs and ridges that she knew would feel amazing inside her. She breathed in deeply through her nostrils as she tried to take more of him. But he was so, so big. She settled for suckling on his sensitive head and licking long lines from his base to his tip, which made him groan and writhe under her.
Taylor felt feminine power fill her. She had a three, four hundred pound, gorgeous, impossibly strong alien male at her mercy. And she wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made her feel last night and for all the little ‘breaks’ they’d taken that morning and afternoon.
So, Taylor wrapped her lips around his massive cock and sucked and laved and worshipped him. And the cave was filled with his growls and purrs and masculine, rough groans that she wanted to hear for the rest of her life.
“Enough, female,” he rasped finally. “Please.”
She knew that Vikan certainly wasn’t the kind of male that begged. And it only served to illuminate the intensity of their connection to one another, the intensity of that moment.
Taylor sucked in greedy breaths when she pulled away from him, licking away the pre-cum that slicked her lips. Vikan bit out a curse, his eyes completely black.
His cock was hot and throbbing in her grip. And her pussy was the wettest it had ever
been, arousal dripping down her thighs.
She didn’t want to wait anymore, so she took mercy on him. The moment that she released his cock, he jumped into action, growling like an untamed beast. She recognized that sound from her visions. Whenever he’d been so worked up, past the point of his control, he’d been reduced to his Instinct’s will.
Vikan caught her around the waist, easily lifting her from the floor before flipping her over so that she lay beneath him.
He covered her with his body, from head-to-toe, giving her a punishing kiss for teasing him the way she had.
She moaned into it, her hips rolling up shamelessly, trying to find his cock and to entice him to enter her.
He got the message loud and clear, she knew. Because a moment later, he gripped her ankles in both of his hands and spread her thighs wide.
He hissed when he saw how wet she was. His voice didn’t even sound like his own when he rasped, “You need your male. Your cunt aches for your male.”
“Yes,” she moaned softly. “Vikan, please. I—I can’t wait anymore.”
A rough growl tore from his throat and he reached down to position the head of his cock at her entrance. When she tried to buck her hips down, he held her fast, preventing her from moving.
“Vikan!” she moaned, trying to wiggle out of his restrictive grip.
He leaned over her, the head of his cock nudging an inch inside, but no more, so right and good and frustrating. He took her lips in a positively filthy, wicked kiss, his tongue stroking deep inside her mouth.
“Tell me,” he growled against her. “Tell me you’re mine, luxiva.”
So much went unspoken, but when he pulled away to look down at her, her lips were tingling from his kiss, her whole body on fire.
“I’m yours,” she choked out softly. “Vikan, I’m yours.”
And the moment that the words fell from her kiss-stung lips, Vikan finally gave a powerful thrust of his hips, his cock driving into her with one slick, heavenly motion.
Oh my God!
Taylor saw stars. Her back arched, her mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure and a little pain assaulted her body, combining into one dizzying sensation that she couldn’t get enough of.
Vikan was so thick. He stretched her so wide and she’d never felt more full in her entire life. Every minuscule movement, every breath either of them took, made his cock rub against her sensitive walls in a way she’d never felt before. Every ridge and knob made her clench, made even more arousal pool around him.
The moment he’d entered her…it was like a revelation. It felt so right, so unbelievably right, as if their only purpose in life was to be with one another just like that. Connected, joined as one. He was inside her so deeply that she didn’t know where he began and where she ended…and vice versa.
And when he groaned deep in his chest, unable to stop himself from thrusting inside her, from claiming what was his?
God, it was sublime.
He kept her gaze the entire time, his jaw clenched so tightly she feared it would shatter.
“Taylor,” he growled.
She gasped when he pulled her hips up more, his hands clenched into the cheeks of her ass. It changed the angle, allowing him to hit her g-spot with those goddamn knobs.
And then before she knew what was happening, she was cumming.
The most intense orgasm of her life hit her out of nowhere, so searing that every single thought was wiped from her brain, all of her worries and fears, until nothing was left but extreme pleasure and Vikan.
* * *
Vikan roared, feeling how his female clamped down on his cock like a vice, her inner walls pulsing and throbbing around him.
Through the haze of mating, beyond the rough growls, the scent of arousal and sex, and the sound of his flesh slapping against hers as he mated her as deeply as he possibly could, Vikan was completely consumed by her.
He had heard tales of what sex was like with a fated mate, but he hadn’t truly believed the exaggerations.
Now he did.
And truthfully, if this was what matings were like when they weren’t even blood bonded, he couldn’t even fathom the intensity and the pleasure if they were.
His Instinct was right on the very edge of his mind as his hips fucked between her thighs, claiming her cunt fast and hard, as if she would be taken away from him.
A possessive growl rose in his throat and Vikan positioned her body so he could sink into her even deeper.
Through her first orgasm of the night, his female looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, eyes glazed and wild with lust and pleasure. Her arms were spread out at her sides, her breasts bobbing with every claiming thrust. He couldn’t resist leaning down to suckle on one of her peaked nipples and she let out a strangled moan, his name falling from her lush, pink lips.
It would always be like that. After tonight, he knew he could convince her to stay with him, to start a life with him on Luxiria. It was in her eyes, in the soft expression of stunned disbelief on her face, as if she was seeing what they could be for the first time.
It was too much for him.
Pleasure zapped up his spine when he felt her cunt clench down yet again on his cock, her second orgasm ripping through her body just as his first began to crest. He’d been on edge and aroused for over half a lunar cycle now because of her, ever since he’d first laid eyes on her during their rescue mission from the Pit, and he hadn’t brought himself to relief once.
“Do you want my seed, luxiva?” he growled, fucking her harder, feeling his orgasm rise in his thickened, aching shaft. “Do you want me to spill my seed deep inside your cunt?”
“Y-yes baby,” she groaned, her lips parting, moving her hips in accord with his, fucking him as he was fucking her. “Please, Vikan!”
Unable to resist her, he let out a strangled bellow to the ceiling of the cave, his back arching, as he felt his seed finally burst from the tip of his cock. Ropes and ropes of his opalescent cum filled her to the brim and he spent more seed inside her than he thought possible.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, eyes wide as she felt the lengths and depths of his desire for her. “I—I feel you.”
Pleasure like he’d never known raged in his body, satisfying his Instinct for the first time since it had awakened within him. And it seemed like his orgasm was never-ending. Just when he thought he was finished, another wave of pleasure made his claws curl into her hips and through the haze, he felt his luxiva’s fingers clench into his arms, holding onto him as he continued to mate her, pounding into her tight heat.
When the last strands of pleasure were wrung violently from his body, Vikan planted his hands on either side of her to keep from falling forward in mindless satisfaction. He groaned, leaning down so he could kiss her soft lips, needing to taste her.
Her breath hitched and she whispered, “You’re still hard, Vikan.”
A satisfied, amused purr rose in his throat. When he pulled away to look down at his mate, he rasped, “You thought I was done for tonight, female?”
Taylor’s lips parted and Vikan growled when her cunt clenched in anticipation.
“We are not even close to being done tonight, luxiva,” he told her.
* * *
It was literally hours before Vikan took mercy on her.
Hours of being mated in a variety of positions, hours of multiple orgasms that left her body trembling, hours of him cumming inside her and filling her to the brim with his seed.
It was the most erotic, intense night of her life. Never had she’d felt closer, and more vulnerable, to anyone than she did with Vikan.
Now she could understand why he’d wanted to wait to have sex in a bed of furs, because her entire body ached from the floor of the cave. She would be bruised and sore in the best kind of way come morning and she could guarantee that she’d be smiling about it.
Her heartbeat was pounding in her chest when Vikan finally settled her against his side, but not once did his cock leave her body. He was
still hard inside her, but the rumbling purrs that reverberated around their small little cave told her that he was more than happy and sated for the night.
Life-changing, she thought sleepily. The sex had literally been life-changing it was so good.
Sweat covered her body from their exertions but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to move a single muscle to do anything about it. Besides, she was too warm, too comfortable against her mate that there was no way she’d move an inch that night.
“Rest, luxiva,” he purred to her, his gray eyes glowing like she’d never seen before. He kissed her, unable to be parted from her lips very long. And Taylor gave him a sleepy smile.
“Will you dreamwalk tonight and come find me?” she asked, her tone soft, her words so relaxed that they were almost slurred.
For a moment he didn’t reply. Finally, he said softly, “I must do something this night, female. Now, rest. Morning will come soon.”
She was too tired, too spent to think anything of his strange answer and a moment later, she tumbled headfirst into her dreams.
EIGHTEEN
TAYLOR STIRRED IN her mate’s arms and she woke, blinking past the blur of sleep. She saw bright stars overhead, revealing to her how late into the night it was. It was quiet, the only sounds she heard were the gentle waves crashing along the shoreline down below the cliffs and Vikan’s heavy footsteps across the stone of their terrace.
She sighed, snuggling deeper into him. He was carrying her bridal-style from their hovercraft to their house, high atop the cliffs of Lopixa.
Vikan’s lips quirked in amusement when he saw her waken and she groaned, murmuring, “Did I miss everything?”
“You stayed awake for the feast, female. No sooner than it was done were you wiggling onto my lap for rest.”
“I missed the dancing,” she guessed, sighing.
The lunar celebration, when Luxiria’s moon was full, was her favorite time of the month, an event she’d been looking forward to. All of Luxiria celebrated on the same night and she’d even helped with the preparations for that particular gathering. As Vikan’s mate, it was expected, her duty to Lopixa, but it was something she also enjoyed.