Just yesterday, he hadn’t believed it possible for her—so small and delicate looking—to make it through sex with him unharmed, much less to have enjoyed any of the experience. But she’d taken everything he could give—she’d taken all of him. She’d proven his fears to be unfounded. She hadn’t broken or run away; she’d dug those little claws of hers in deeper and demanded more.
His zoani was just as tough as she was smart, kind, funny, spirited, and beautiful—and she was almost as insatiable as Thargen.
His arm curled tighter still, increasing the pressure on his shaft. He refreshed her scent in his nose with another deep inhalation. Her heady aroma settled over her mind in a sweet, hazy cloud.
Fuck, she smells amazing. Looks, sounds, feels, and tastes amazing, too.
Barely suppressing a hungry growl and an aroused shudder, Thargen finally opened his eyes, leaving his eyelids slitted. Only the merest hint of gray light came in through the cave opening—the sort of gloomy light that was only a suggestion of sunrise, that made it seem like the sun wasn’t sure if it wanted to get out of bed or sleep off its hangover.
Thargen and Yuri needed to get an early start today. They’d risked a stop at the pitfall after leaving the river yesterday, with Yuri keeping watch while Thargen checked the smugglers more thoroughly for supplies than he had in the throes of Rage.
The search had taken longer than he’d intended thanks to the holocoms on the smugglers’ wrists. Those devices had made the little spark of hope in his chest flare—at least until the trick Arcanthus had shown him to bypass simple security codes confirmed that there was no network, or long-range communication available. The only thing the holocom he’d picked up could interface with were the other holocoms close by.
It had been near dark by the time they’d finished and returned to the cave. He likely would’ve insisted on leaving immediately—considering this area was compromised—but he had no desire to wander the nighttime woods while skeks and smugglers were on the prowl, especially with no guarantee of finding a new shelter.
All his desire had been directed toward Yuri…and it sure as fuck still was.
She shifted slightly, brushing that soft skin over his hard shaft. Thargen hissed softly through his teeth, unable to ignore the burst of pleasure caused by that tiny movement. He slid his hand down from her stomach toward her pelvis.
Yeah, they needed an early start. But not too early.
“Mmm.” Yuri stretched against Thargen when his fingers brushed across that neat little patch of hair on her pelvis, arching into his touch. “Is it morning already?”
“Barely,” he murmured, dipping his hand lower.
She parted her thighs without hesitation. He slipped his fingers into her slit to find her soaking wet. Somehow, his cock stiffened further, his balls aching for release despite how many times he’d emptied his seed the night before. His terran was a needy little thing, and he fucking loved it.
“Guess I could let you get back to sleep…” He grazed her clit with light strokes, back and forth, teasing the sensitive flesh.
A sound escaped her—half purr, half moan—and she tilted her pelvis, pressing into his touch. Thargen chuckled and eased his fingers away from her clit to circle it, applying just a little more pressure. Yuri’s breath hitched.
He nuzzled the place between her neck and shoulders, inhaling her sweet scent. Her soft hair tickled his nose and cheeks. She reached up and curled her fingers around the back of his head, her thumb brushing over his scars. Every one of her panting breaths and little mews of pleasure made his cock twitch, coaxing seed from its tip as they escalated in volume.
“Thargen,” she whispered, rocking her pelvis—and rubbing her ass against his shaft—in time with his fingers.
His balls tightened, and pleasure coiled low in his belly, forcing him to part his lips and release a shuddering breath. That little bit of friction would be enough to finish him if it continued for long—and not even for all that long.
He moved his fingers down, gathering her essence, and slipped his middle finger inside her. Her pussy contracted around the digit, drawing it in like it would devour any part of him it could get a hold of. Thargen groaned and pressed his palm down on her pelvis, putting pressure on her clit and squeezing his cock between their bodies. His muscles tensed as his Rage finally stirred, narrowing his focus down to her.
The fragrance of her arousal had overtaken all other scents; between that smell, her feel, and those sounds she was making, he was in danger of spilling his seed right then and there.
“Are you sore, Yuri?”
“A little,” she breathed, curling her fingers into his hair. “But I don’t care. I need you inside me. Now.”
“I fucking love you.” He nipped her neck, and she moaned, bucking her hips and grinding her ass against him.
Thargen refused to spill his seed now, not while her sex was dripping and ready for him. He withdrew his finger and moved his hand to the back of her thigh. Forcing her leg up, he opened her wide. He didn’t waste a second in angling his hips to slide his cock free—gritting his teeth against the pleasure of that friction—and thrust it into her slick channel.
Yuri tilted her head back with a gasp. Her sex gripped his cock more firmly than his fist ever could, and for an instant all he could do was hold himself there, muscles rigid, and growl as he willed away the threatening explosion. The fires of his Rage intensified; it demanded movement, demanded release, demanded he lose control—demanded her.
When he allowed himself to move again, he withdrew just enough to give his next thrust extra momentum, plunging back into her to the hilt. He felt every millimeter of her hot, wet sheath, and its ruthless grasp created pressure on his piercings that catapulted his pleasure onto a whole new level.
Thargen kissed her neck and jaw, and she turned her face toward him so he could capture her lips. He angled his mouth to kiss her deeper, harder, pumping his hips with increased strength to match the force of that kiss. Liquid heat flooded her, coating his cock in her essence. He breathed deep their mingling scents and growled appreciatively.
She panted against his mouth, and he swallowed her moans, claiming them along with every other bit of her. It was all fucking his.
He tore his mouth away and gritted his teeth, staring at her face. Her eyes were closed, her dark brows furrowed, and her lips, swollen from their kiss, were parted. Yuri was beautiful all the time, but seeing this passion on her face, seeing this pleasure, made his heart constrict with more emotion than he’d ever thought possible. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was so fucking beautiful that there weren’t the right words in any language to describe her.
Not that words mattered—only Thargen and Yuri mattered now, only this connection between them, only the love he felt for her, which grew every moment of every day.
“You feel so fucking good, zoani.”
Yuri opened her eyes, and those green, green orbs met his. “So do you.” She moaned when he slammed into her harder, shutting her eyes again. “I’m so close.”
Her pussy contracted, her breaths came short and fast, and her thighs quivered. That pressure in him was near to bursting, having become an equal blend of pleasure and pain; a few more strokes, and he could finish them both off.
But he wasn’t done yet. Thargen wanted more, wanted as much as he could have—wanted to give as much as he possibly could. He cut those mental bindings and released his Rage.
The lustful haze that her scent had settled over his mind thickened into an impenetrable fog, blocking out all the universe but for her. Yuri was his everything—his sight and sound, his taste, his touch, his hunger, his whole reason.
Without pulling out of her, he shoved himself up onto his knees, flipping Yuri onto her front in the process. He caught her hips between his hands and slammed his cock into her, burying himself fully with a ragged snarl.
Yuri cried out, sliding her palms over the rumpled pallet beneath her. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth
and turned her face into the fabric, muffling her moans.
A thrill shook Thargen’s entire body, making him sag toward her; this new angle altered the way her sex slid around his shaft, producing powerful new sensations for which he’d not been prepared—and he had to have more.
Forcing her legs wider with his, he pulled back and slammed into her again with a harsh grunt, but he allowed himself no pause this time. He set a ferocious pace, driven on by raw sensation, by wicked, consuming pleasure, his grunts and growls mixing with her breathy moans and tortured whimpers, underscored by the slapping of their flesh in an unrelenting rhythm.
And even through his Rage, he felt her moving—her position was submissive, but her participation was not. Each time he tugged her back with his hands, he felt her push toward him with lustful desperation.
Suddenly, Yuri’s body seized. Her sex clamped around his cock, and her essence, hot and wet, surged around his shaft. She came with a choked cry and squeezed fistfuls of clothing in her hands, hips bucking erratically.
Thargen threw his head back and lost himself in that pleasure, in her climax, pushing his pace even wilder, thrusting even harder. The pressure in him soared; it was too much, too painful, dangling him over the edge of oblivion.
Somehow, he only rutted her with greater frenzy.
Squirming, Yuri cried out again with a fresh flood of liquid heat just as a savage roar erupted from Thargen’s throat and his body convulsed. His spasming cock pumped seed into her while overwhelming pulses of ecstasy swept through him, obliterating any conscious thoughts that might’ve remained in his mind.
He sagged forward, bracing one hand on the ground and wrapping the other arm around Yuri’s middle to keep her pinned against him as he gyrated his hips, seeking every last modicum of pleasure, desperate to fill her with every last drop of his seed.
Yuri’s moans faded into ragged breaths as his movements slowed and the haze slowly lifted from his mind. He peered down at her. Her face was turned to the side with lips parted, eyes closed, and cheeks flushed, and her black hair was a tangled mess. She trembled in his grip, her sex still quivering and contracting around his shaft.
Thargen moved his hand up and cupped her breast. He kneaded the soft mound and pinched her nipple, wringing a gasp from her. “When we get back to Arthos, terran, I’m dragging you into bed and keeping you there until we’re too exhausted to move.”
She chuckled, and her sex was still so tight around him that he could feel the tiny vibrations of the sound, could feel every tiny movement it caused in her, through his cock.
Raising a hand into the air, she stuck her thumb up. “Sounds good to me. No complaints here.”
“At least not until I tell you we’re gonna have to get moving soon, right?”
Yuri groaned, letting her hand drop. “But the morning started so good.” She wiggled her bottom, grinding it against him and pushing him in deeper. “I like you where you are.”
“Fuuuuuck.” Thargen squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his hold on her breast, fighting off another pleasure-laced shiver. “Trust me, if we could actually cover some ground like this, I’d fucking do it.”
She laughed. “You paint an interesting mental picture.”
Opening his eyes, he dipped his head to kiss the back of her neck before pushing himself upright. He placed his hands on her sides and ran his gaze down the line of her spine. He couldn’t deny that he was tempted to start moving his hips again, to rut with her until well after the sun had come up.
But that temptation died when his gaze reached her waist.
Brow furrowed, he carefully slid his trembling hands over her pale skin—over the dark bruises around her hips and waist. Suddenly, his heartbeat was thunderous, rattling his bones, and his throat was constricted. He turned one of his hands; a set of the bruises matched his fingers almost perfectly.
He tried to speak, but no words came out when he opened his mouth. He had hurt her. He had hurt her, and she hadn’t said anything about it, hadn’t mentioned it, had just pretended everything was okay.
I fucking marked her.
And more disturbing than that was the knowledge that some part of him took pride in that. Fucking pride.
“Thargen?” Yuri said.
His body tensed, muscles coiled and ready to spring away from her, to withdraw before he could do any more damage. But what had that done for him so far? It had only cost him time with her, had only delayed the intimacy they’d been sharing since yesterday.
He covered a patch of bruising with each of his hands as gently as he could and released a huff of air through his nostrils. “I hurt you, Yuri.”
“What?” She pushed up on her hands and turned to look back at him. Her brows shot up when her eyes landed on the bruises. “Oh, wow.”
Thargen’s jaw ticked. This wasn’t okay, was it? It wasn’t okay, whether he’d meant to do it or not, and it wasn’t okay that he found it kind of sexy. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I had no idea. They must’ve formed overnight.” Her eyes met his and she grinned. “It’s kind of hot.”
If there was already a crease between his eyebrows, it must’ve deepened to a fucking canyon just then. “What?”
She stared at him for a moment, her smile fading. Finally, she pulled forward, forcing his cock to slip free from her. She winced; that made his heart break a little even as primal pride swelled in his chest at the sight of his seed seeping from her sex.
Yuri rose on her knees, turned, and moved closer to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. She searched his face and frowned. “Don’t you dare.”
That firmness in her tone made his cock twitch.
“It’s just… Fuck, terran.” Thargen shook his head and laughed, uncertain of whether there was any humor in the sound. “You really think it’s hot?”
She slid her hands down his arms, took hold of his hands, and guided them to her hips, right over the bruises that matched them. “I do.” She reached up and cupped his jaw. “You didn’t hurt me, Thargen. Well, I mean, I am sore, and we might need to slow it down a little, but…I feel pretty damn delicious right now. Like, wow, what a way to wake up in the morning. I hope we do that again. But those bruises? They’re nothing but proof of how much you want me. Of how good you made me feel.”
“Guess I don’t need to feel shitty about thinking they were sexy, too,” he said, flexing his fingers. “Proof that you’re mine.”
Yuri grinned. “You don’t need proof. I just am. And you…” She ran her hands down the sides of his neck to his chest. Suddenly, she flattened her palms against him and shoved.
He didn’t budge.
One corner of Thargen’s mouth tilted up. “And me, little terran?”
“Well, that didn’t work out how I’d hoped.” She laughed. “Lie down.”
“That a command?”
“You bet your ass it is.”
When she pushed against his chest again, Thargen didn’t resist; he let himself fall backward onto the clothing spread beneath him. Yuri climbed atop of him, straddling his waist and giving him a clear view of her sex and its glistening petals.
Even if he were to come within a few meters of a blazing star, he could never see anything hotter than the image before him—his female over him, her curvy little body baring his marks, her tousled hair hanging about her shoulders and curling around her bronze-tipped breasts.
Yuri lifted herself and wrapped her hand around his cock.
He groaned, scraping his nails across the cave floor. His every muscle was tense with anticipation, but he dared not touch her yet—he was too interested in seeing what she would do, in letting her be in control.
If only for a few moments.
Her lips curled up into a saucy smile. “And you, my sexy green beast”—she positioned the head of his cock at her entrance before lowering herself, taking him into her body centimeter by slow centimeter—“are mine.”
“Fucking take me, zoani.”
Twenty
“Gotta take a piss,” Thargen declared.
Yuri dropped her bag on the ground and turned her head to see him walking toward a nearby tree. She couldn’t stop her eyes from dipping to his ass—still visible despite the gear and weapons with which he was laden. He definitely wasn’t human, but announcing that he was about to pee on a tree was probably the most universally male move in existence, apparently transcending species.
She chuckled, shaking her head, and knelt on the riverbank. Opening her bag, she withdrew the two empty canteens, setting one on the ground beside her. Popping open the other, she dunked it into the river, lifting it to her mouth and drinking deeply once it was full. The cool water felt wonderful going down her parched throat. She only stopped when she had to take a breath, and immediately plunged the canteen into the water again.
Who knew having sex for most of the night and a chunk of the next morning was such thirsty work?
She still couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off her face. Not even the disappointment of discovering the smugglers’ holocoms were utterly useless had been able to dampen her mood.
Thargen was hers.
Every muscle in her body, even ones she didn’t know she had, was sore in the most satisfying way—like she’d had the greatest workout of her life. And there was still a delicious ache between her thighs. Were it not so urgent that they distance themselves from the scene of the fight and find new shelter, Yuri would have eagerly continued what they started this morning. There were still so many things she wanted to do with Thargen—to Thargen.
There were still so many things she wanted him to do to her.
Most of all, she wanted to taste him. She wanted to have his cock in her mouth, wanted to feel his hard, throbbing shaft on her tongue, wanted to look up and see him shatter as he came.
Yuri groaned as that ache between her legs grew; squeezing her thighs together only enhanced the sensation.
Why am I torturing myself? Just need to focus on something other than my hyperactive libido.
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