“We can do whatever pleases you.” He flashed a little grin, a flicker of renewed desire reached her from him. “I’m at your disposal.”
She felt his cock harden and prod between her thighs, and she let her hands drop to his pecs. His heart thumped under her palm, and the beat sped with each passing moment.
Heat centered low in her belly, gripping her tight. She leaned down and offered him her mouth. He took it, greedy for her, wanting her, even though she’d revealed how messed up she really was inside, his lust for her was undimmed. To say that pleased her was something of an understatement.
She smiled against his mouth, humming in delight when he licked her lips to show her he noticed. He noticed everything, reacted to her every moan and sigh when they had sex.
Planting her hands against the stone ground on either side of his shoulders, she made sure she didn’t hurt him again by touching his wound. She pushed down on the floor, using it for leverage as she rubbed her sex against his to stimulate them both. She felt the flood of his passion enter her mind and liked it too much to care that she wasn’t the only one in her head. Throwing her head back, she moaned. “I need—”
“Yes.” He reared up and bit her exposed throat. “Me, too.”
She tugged at his clothing, wanting him as unashamedly naked as he had been that afternoon, wanting him inside her again. “Help me.”
“Yes.” He arched his back, managing to work his shirt over his head while she stood to strip as fast as humanly possible. Being superhuman, he beat her to it and lay stretched on his pile of clothes, naked, hard, and waiting for her. His eyes gleamed with appreciation as his gaze roved over her body.
“Farid.” She cupped her breasts, her nipples tightened, and heat arrowed between her thighs.
He shook his head. “You’re so lovely. Don’t cover yourself.”
“I wasn’t.” She brushed her fingers across the soft undersides of her breasts, stroking in circles until she centered on the tips and teased herself while he watched. His big palm slid down the muscled planes of his belly, and he wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping it hard.
Moisture flooded her sex, and she slipped one hand down to part her damp lips. He groaned, his eyes sparking. His gaze hardened with lust, the need sharpening on his face. “Come down here.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She knelt beside him, still stroking herself, and smiling when he laughed at her. In all the times she’d seen him, he’d rarely laughed, and usually it was a derisive, condescending laugh meant to make the mere humans feel inferior or stupid. This side of him, the lighter, freer, more passionate side, was one she enjoyed. A lot.
He grabbed the hand between her thighs, pulling it to his mouth to lick and suck her wetness from each finger. She moaned and swayed toward him. Her free hand curled around his hard cock. He hissed and jerked, pushing his hips into her touch. She squeezed him tight, sliding her fingers up and down the long, hot shaft. The flared crest dripped beads of precum, and she rubbed his slick juices into his flesh. “I want to suck you, Farid.”
His laugh was a rusty sound. “I don’t know if I’ll survive it, but I’m not going to refuse such an offer.”
Tugging her hand away from him so she was free to move, she slid forward to press a kiss just beneath his collarbone. She lightly raked her nails up his sides, then circled one of his nipples with her fingertip. She heard him swallow, and she glanced up at him to see his fangs protruding from his gums and a muscle ticking in his jaw. She flicked her tongue over one flat nipple, blowing a stream of air over the dampness to make it bead. “You taste good, Farid. After every one of those dreams, I imagined what it would be like to touch you like this, to take you in my mouth.”
He snarled, his claws scrambling against the stone floor beneath him. “Yes. Touch me. Taste me. Do whatever you want, just don’t stop.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” She winked at him before she kissed her way down his body, her hands stroking and massaging his hot flesh and hard muscles. Silk over steel.
By the time she reached his cock, his hands were fisted at his sides, his groans rumbling like thunder in his chest. When she took him in her mouth, he arched into her, his body bowing in a tight line. “Bren! Khalaa!”
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, catching the beads of moisture there. Sucking him between her lips, she worked her tongue down his hard shaft. He hissed, his muscles shaking. She wrapped her fingers around the wide base of his dick and used her other hand to cup his soft sacs. Her teeth scraped oh-so-gently against his skin and his fingers splayed against her head, sliding into her hair to hold her in place. His claws rasped against her scalp and goose bumps broke over her flesh. His low, helpless groan sent power rushing through her.
What made her moan was the intensity of the heat that gathered between her thighs. It was the same sensation as when he reached for her mentally, and she realized that was what he was doing now. She pleasured him physically and he pleasured her mentally, sensations shooting straight from her mind to her body.
Anun, that is so fucking wonderful. This time his groan echoed in her head as well as her ears.
She whimpered, her mouth still stretched around his cock. Her own hips worked in time with her lips as he plundered her mind. She could almost feel his cock fill her pussy as it filled her mouth. It was too much, her senses reeled from the duality.
Working his cock with her lips and tongue, she hummed around his shaft, and a low roar ripped from him. He fisted his hand in her hair, anchoring her there as he plunged his cock deep in her mouth. His pleasure crashed into her thoughts, overwhelming them until there was nothing left but the ecstasy cycling back and forth between them. Her sex fisted tight as his psychic power centered on her pussy, forcing her to experience that too full stretch of his cock pounding within her. It sent her over the edge, shoved her beyond anything she’d ever known before. She couldn’t hold back from coming, her hips pumping, her moisture slipping in beads down the insides of her thighs. She sucked him deep with each wave of bliss that ripped through her.
He growled, pulling her mouth away from his cock. “No more, khalaa, or I won’t last a moment when I get inside you.”
“You were already inside me.” She braced her hand on his muscular thigh, swaying hard as she shivered with the satisfaction still throbbing through her.
“So I was.” His grin was slow and hot, possessive and greedy. “I want more. Ride me, Bren.”
“Yes.” She straddled his thighs, and he groaned when her sex moved against his. Positioning herself over his cock, she brushed the head against her slick sex. A muscle in his jaw ticked as he arched beneath her, pushing the first inch into her pussy. They both moaned at the hot penetration. She sank down, taking the rest of him more slowly.
His hands cupped her hips, and she shivered when she felt his claws scrape over her naked flesh. She loved seeing the evidence of his passion, his lack of control. The way starbursts exploded in his eyes faster and faster the more excited he became, the way his fangs and claws came out.
She stroked her fingers up his abs and pecs, feeling the flex and cord of the thick muscles there. She lifted and lowered herself on his dick, at first slowly, but faster and harder as the flames within her threatened to consume her. The thread between their minds stayed open, passion and exhilaration filtering between them, building with each pass. The mental connection enhanced the physical stimulation. The slap of their skin, the play of his muscles, the feel of riding high and wild with all that barely leashed power beneath her. The sweat that beaded on her skin, cooled by the chilly wind that whipped through the cave. Her nipples hardened to painful points, but she didn’t care. It was one more feeling that shoved her closer to orgasm. She was so close, it shimmered just beyond her grasp.
He looped an arm around her neck, pulling her down so he could kiss her. Licking her lips, he made a slow, bone-melting show of it. He purred into her mouth, letting the rumble roll down his muscles unti
l it pulsated through his lower belly.
She choked at the incredible sensation, digging her nails into his chest. “God, I can feel the vibrations inside me.”
“That was, in fact, the point.” He grinned and did it again.
A mindless whimper ripped from her as his purr reverberated against her clit. Her sex clenched tight, and her muscles shook as she held off coming then and there. “It’s a damn fine point to make.”
“I am known for my ability at convincing, arguing, speaking.” His green gaze flashed with his amusement, his eyes heavy lidded with passion. “Making points.”
“It’s good to have talents.” She sucked his lower lip deep into her mouth, scraping her teeth over his flesh as she pulled back and released him. “Tell me more.”
He purred again, lower, deeper, and she moaned and undulated against him. She worked herself harder and harder on him, the stretch of his cock, the heat they generated together was incredible. Her pussy flexed every time she took him deep inside her, sending bursts of pleasure out from her core. Any second now, she would shatter. The ragged sound of his breathing, the building waves of power flooding through their link, told her he was there with her every moment.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, cupped the back of her head, and forced her mouth to his. Come for me, Bren. Give me everything.
She had no choice, she’d already come too far. A deep, rumbling purr broke from his throat, and she screamed against his lips, her body convulsing. Her sex fisted around his cock over and over until she thought she’d die. It was so good, so amazing.
Nothing that was so wrong had ever felt so right.
Farid.
He awakened with a jolt, clamping his arms tight around Bren to shield her. She lay sprawled across his chest, her legs straddling his hips. His senses opened wide and he felt…nothing nearby. The forest was quiet except for the small bits of Earthan wildlife. They were safe.
Kyber’s impatient tones filled his head. Are you nearly done rutting, cousin? I checked in with the Vishra yesterday to assure them I had found and bonded with my One—
Truly? Congratulations. Farid was pleased for his cousin but was now doubly worried that they’d leave Earth in a horrific mess without a backward glance.
Wonder, joy, and awe radiated through the link with Kyber. Her name is Jana Townsend. She is…everything I imagined and more. She is perfect.
A stab of envy rocked through Farid at his cousin’s easy bonding, and he tightened his grip on his own One. I’m glad for you both.
Thank you. Kyber sighed and got back to his main point. In any case, Tylara claimed that you—or someone else—disabled your shuttle so we couldn’t track you, because it is not showing up on our ship’s sensors. And it will be a few more hours before the site you landed on is within the line of sight of Vishra’s imagers. Tylara worries more about the “someone else” touching your shuttle than you disabling it. Says you aren’t stupid enough to do something like that. When I checked our connection last night, you were busy fucking someone, but Tylara is most insistent that I ask directly.
Biting back a chuckle so he didn’t awaken Bren, Farid answered the other man. Thank Tylara for me. General Arthur’s people blew up my ship. Kindly send someone along to this location to fetch me. I’ll be bringing a guest with me.
He debated warning Kyber about who she was. Better to let him think it was a random Kin lover he was taking along or wiser to tell him that he’d be having discussions he may not wish to have? Farid wasn’t sure. He defaulted to honesty with his cousin. It is Brenna Preston.
The mental connection pulsed with wry humor. You’re a brave man.
She wants you to help her depose Arthur. Farid ran a hand down her slim back, stroking the silky length of her hair.
Now he felt his cousin’s wariness, rejection, denial. I want as little involvement in human affairs as I can manage. I want to leave Earth as soon as possible.
Hear her out. She has risked much to speak to you. Plus, Farid thought she was right. They did owe it to Earth to make sure they didn’t leave the planet worse than when they’d found it. If Arthur was still in power when they left, he knew that would not be the case.
Still, resistance trickled through the narrowing link between Farid and Kyber. The younger man’s tone was grudging. I will be returning to the ship with my One in three or four hours. Your human may have an audience with me then.
Thank you, cousin.
A pulse of respect and affection came through the familial bond. I do this for you, Farid. Not for her.
Farid chuckled, slipping his hand down to cup Bren’s backside, grateful his cousin couldn’t see. She stirred against him and his body heated in eager response. Hearing the horrible things she’d survived as a child only enhanced how much he respected her, wanted her. She won’t care why, only that she gets what her people need.
Kyber snorted. I hope she has been worth the trouble it took to get her in your bed.
More than worth it. Worth anything, but he kept that thought to himself. He could block the fact that she was his One from Kyber through a mental connection, shielding his mind, but when he saw them together and both psychic and animal powers focused on them, there would be no doubts left. Fortunately, Kyber was unlikely to say anything to Bren, but considering how long he’d sought his One, he was also unlikely to remain silent in private about Farid hiding the truth from his. As much as Farid craved Bren, the truth was something that still made him break out into cold sweat. Could he ever give himself so fully to such a bond and stay sane if he lost her? His father hadn’t managed it, neither had his sister. Farid had watched the One bond destroy his entire family. Would Bren and he be any different? He had more than a few doubts on the matter.
I’ve given Tylara the coordinates I’ve pulled from your mind. Her people will send a shuttle. Expect them in an hour. Kyber withdrew, narrowing the connection to almost nothing.
Thank you, sire. Farid cut the link, sighing as he settled back against the hard stone ground. He’d insisted Bren sleep on him rather than on the rock, but he’d give much to have his soft gelpad beneath him now.
An hour left to enjoy her, to have her with no complications between them. The world might be in chaos around them, but what they enjoyed together was unfettered by the anger and pain that would come later. If she found out the truth about why he’d pursued her, if she convinced Kyber to confront Arthur, everything would change. Dread fisted in his gut, and he wanted to hold on to this moment, this time, for as long as he could.
He tightened one arm around her, cupped her smooth ass in his palm, and set the other hand on the ground to push himself up into a sitting position. She sighed, cuddled into his chest once he’d settled back against the cave wall, and brushed her lips over his skin when she spoke. “Time to get up?”
He hummed in the back of his throat. “Kyber contacted me. The rescue shuttle will be here in an hour.”
“An hour.” She wriggled against him, stroking her palms up his ribs, and he felt her smile against his chest when his cock jerked in response. “This whole gentleman thing where I don’t have to lay on the dirt and rocks is kind of nice.”
His laugh was little more than an escape of air. “If I am touching you, it is difficult to notice anything else.”
Such honesty was unwise, revealed too much, but the words fell from his lips regardless. The more he was with her, the more he wanted to be with her. Not just for sex, but for the pleasure of her company. He liked talking to her, listening to her unique, Earthan point of view.
“Mmm, that’s kind of nice, too.” She kissed his chest, flicking her tongue out to circle his nipple. He purred, using his grip on her buttock to lift her onto his cock. He hissed when her tight, wet sheath closed around him, and snarled when she bit his nipple.
“Kyber…said he was willing to meet with you. We should talk about what you should say to him.” Farid congratulated himself on being able to put together two whole, coherent
sentences. For a man who made his living on words, his tongue had twisted and his wits had scattered the moment she stroked those soft hands over his skin.
She fell back on her hands, bracing her palms against his thighs. “So talk. I’m listening. Kind of.”
“When we’re done. I can’t think when you’re offering yourself up like this.” He pressed a hand to her back, arching her torso even farther. He dipped forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Letting her head fall back, she dug her nails into his legs. He shuddered, lifted his hips into the crux of her thighs, and buried himself deep in her sex.
The physical reality of her was so much better than even the fleeting psychic connections they’d had. Now, he had to hold back on the mental link lest he lose control and bond with her. The psychic and carnal connections at once might overload his senses. Sweat broke out on his forehead at the mere idea of binding her to him forever. Despite their differences, despite the fact that he refused to acknowledge what she was to him, his mind and beast had latched on to her. Neither instinct cared about logic or right and wrong. There were no gray areas for his powers, there was only what fate had given. Bren.
She belonged to him, matched him on every level, but he wouldn’t take her. Not truly, not fully.
It would drive him mad.
The thought should have cooled his rising ardor, but it did not. It had already been too long for the impatient beast. Its baser instincts knew only the need to claim. Soon he might not be able to touch her at all, lest his instincts and powers flare beyond his ability to control. He’d never come so close to losing himself as he had each time he’d thrust inside her.
“This…feels…amazing.” Her breathing hitched each time he entered her, her body bouncing down to meet his upward thrusts.
“Yes.” His voice was little more than a growl, his vocal cords vibrating as he hissed. He tried to pick apart the details, savor them each in their turn. The scent of her arousal, her wet sex tight around his cock, the flush that highlighted her cheeks, the sparkle of desire that flashed in her heavy lidded eyes.
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