The Thief's Dark (Renegades Book 3)

by L P Peace

  But I promised her.

  He licked up her cleft and moaned at how good she tasted. Already she was wet with her anticipation. All of the nectar in the world couldn’t compete with the flavour of his ahdali. Leaning on his elbows, Daris used his fingers to part her outer lips.

  ‘I will never get used to this sight,’ he whispered, before licking her from her opening to her clit. He sucked the small engorged stem into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. She gasped, her whole back arching off the bed, her head thrown back.

  I will never get used to that sight either!

  Using the fingers of one hand to keep her parted, Daris slipped a finger into her unresisting channel. A moment later, he added a second and found only the slightest push against him. He used his fingers to vrok her as he continued his assault on her clit. His lips were latched to her, pulling on it as his tongue pulsed over it. He wanted her first orgasm to be strong, overwhelming. A third finger joined the others. He was obsessed with the wetness of her, the smell, the flavour, the sound of his fingers vrokking her. Everything about her filled his senses and swept his body into a frenzy. Domination wasn’t just about the female. There were savage instincts inside Maruzen males. Being dominant meant being in control of those instincts. Without it, they were rising to the fore as his conscious mind was swept away on the sights and sounds of his mate.

  Her cunt pulsed suddenly. Zoe’s back arched from the bed once more, and her body tensed. She didn’t make a sound. Instead, her face went red and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Daris increased the pace of his fingers, the suction of his mouth, increasing her intensity and building it up as she rode her orgasm. When her body finally went lax, he released her clit, but continued a slow, steady vrok with his fingers. He licked around it, keeping the stimulation up until her body jerked and twitched.

  ‘Oh, please, please. Daris, stop. I can’t.’

  Daris chuckled. He slowed his movements and finally stopped. He raised himself on hands and knees and stalked up her body until they were face to face. He gazed down at her. All of the tension was gone from her body, and her face glowed in the aftermath. She smiled up at him shyly.

  His lips pressed to hers. His heart wanted to sing—his mate wanted him. She was his now, truly, or would be in a few moments.

  He pressed his groin to hers and ground his hips into her, feeling his cock become covered with her slick. He groaned and heard her moan into his mouth. She opened her legs to him, and Daris settled into the cradle of her hips. He aligned himself with her, then slowly, gently, he pushed inside her. When her cunt enclosed the head of his cock, wet, hot, and tight, he let out a stuttered breath.

  ‘Vrok. Oh, vrok.’

  ‘What’s wrong?’ There was concern on her face.

  ‘Wrong? Ahdali, feeling your cunt around me is the most sublime thing I’ve ever experienced.’ Daris’s voice came out in one long breathless groan. He buried his head in her hair. The angle they were at was awkward because of how much taller than her he was. More, there was a part of him that was demanding he pin her down and run his cock over her clit until she was begging him. He spun them around so that she was on top.

  ‘My urge to dominate is strong. You must be in control, ahdali.’

  Zoe looked down at him, catching her lip in her teeth once more. Daris reached out and plucked it from her lip.

  ‘Okay.’ She sat up. His cock had fallen from her sheath in his movement. When her small hand took hold of him, he sucked in air between his teeth from the sensation, closing his eyes until his world narrowed down to the focus of her touch. He felt his head against her opening and gritted his teeth as she pushed down on him a little, before pulling back. Both sensations ratcheted up the pleasure and intensity for him. He grabbed hold of the sheets and bit down until he could feel his jaw muscles pushing against his skin. She moved down again, and a plosive breath blew his lips open, pushing through the gaps of his teeth. The breath returned almost as quickly as it had left him until he was panting between his gritted teeth.

  Up and down, she worked herself on the length of his shaft, enclosing him in a hot, wet fist that fluttered and pulsed around him.

  ‘Daris?’

  He opened his eyes and saw concern on her face.

  ‘I am well, ahdali. This is all just so new to me.’ He reached out to touch her, letting go of the fabric, but it was caught on his claws, which he’d extended without realising. He heard the rip of his sheets.

  ‘Oh! Do you want to stop?’ she asked, looking from him to the sheet.

  ‘Stop? I never want it to end!’ he admitted in a voice that held more than a little panic.

  Zoe’s face softened and a playful smile appeared on her face. She squeezed her cunt around his cock, and he hissed in a breath, his eyes locked on his mate. Where had this female come from? Not just her coming into his life, but this playful version?

  She rocked her hips over his, moving up and down his length. Every time she rose, her scent on his cock permeated the air, mixed with his pheromones in a smell that was so right, so needed. It set off something primal in him, something he’d been trying to resist since he first saw her. Something that had been building in the time they’d been together, unmated.

  His tail wrapped around her waist and found her clit a moment later. It rested against it, but it was her movement that did the work for him.

  The urge to dominate her rose once again, demanding he remove his tail, stop the movement. It wanted to make her need it the way he needed her, but he squashed the urge down, which just fed the primal, instinctual part of him further.

  His claws extended from their sheathes, his mouth watered as he thought of wrapping his jaw around that delicate little shoulder and biting her until they both came. A growl tore out of him at the thought, and his cock grew achingly tight, achingly larger, increasing the friction between them. Zoe gasped, her eyes widening, and she grew slicker with her arousal.

  His conscious mind rebelled against the idea of sinking his teeth into her, of sinking his claws. Still, his fingers wrapped around her hips, and he felt the tips of his nails tighten around her. Zoe gasped, but instead of fear, he smelt her arousal increase. The beast inside him growled with approval, and his claws extended just a little more, barely restrained by Daris’s conscious mind.

  ‘Oh, fuck, Daris! Oh, god!’

  She was moving quicker now, leaning forward, her hands against his chest, her breasts bouncing. He reached out to the tender flesh and took one nipple in his clawed fingers. No matter how much he tried to re-sheath them, they wouldn’t retract. He pulled and plucked on it, then rose, capturing it between his teeth. She cried out, and once again the smell of her arousal washed afresh over the room, bathing his senses and pleasing the beast of him. He growled against her nipple, and she gasped. He flicked his tongue over it then plucked on it with his teeth, slowly, up its small length, until it pulled free. He felt his cock suddenly surrounded by fresh slick and the smell increased further.

  At some point, Daris had moved his arms to her back, now he shifted, working on some instinct he wasn’t aware of prior to this. How could he be? This was his first time, his first time with his mate. A snarl erupted from nowhere at the deep satisfaction. He was taking his mate. He had to take her. He had to take her and mark her and breed her. Her scent had to change to warn off others. She was his now.

  He pulled her deeper into his arms, one went to the curve of her rear which he palmed, growling and purring in approval at the feel of her there, generous and soft. He pushed his cock further into her, and he pushed her ass against him. She moaned, her head falling against his chest.

  This was it. This was perfect. Daris’s mate burrowed into him for protection, exactly where she should be, where she would be for the rest of their lives. He thrust again, tightening his hold on her, so every thrust was met with maximum resistance, maximum friction. Slowly the head of his cock was pushing deeper into her. His tendrils unfurled and moved inside her, searching,
discovering the tiny electrical impulses in her and sending out their own signals when they found them.

  The strangled moan that came from his mate spurred him on. He was panting quicker now. The tendrils synced their electrical energy with her nerves, and a new flood of awareness surged through his cock. He could feel it now, feel what his mate felt. The fullness of his cock inside her. Her orgasm was building, and he knew the tendrils were feeding his sensations to her. He could tell the moment she felt it; she went rigid in his arms for a moment before sitting up, her grey eyes wide with realisation.

  She could feel him! And not in the sense of feeling his body but him, inside her. She could feel every sensation he was feeling. The heat of her, the slick of his cock in and out of her body, the tightness, squeezing on his cock, every flutter of her wall upon which the tendrils rested, feeding this information to her, and she could see, from the wildness in him, that he felt what she was feeling.

  She was filled with the sense of him and not just his cock inside her. But the feel of him surrounding her, the prick of his claws on her hips, the feel of his tail against her clit, the scent of him in her nose. She licked his chest, and his flavour burst on her tongue, eliciting a moan that could have come straight from a porn movie. To have his sensations shared with her… It felt like too much! Too much and not enough. She needed him, needed more.

  His eyes grew wilder as he looked at her. Slowly, he was losing some element of control! Instead of frightening her, it excited her.

  She felt his claws extend and prick farther into her skin, sinking in slightly, the sensation feeding to her clit, to the nerves inside her body and through her to him. It only served to feed his wildness.

  She saw the moment he lost control. Saw the moment something deeply feral inside him took over.

  The intelligent light inside his eyes seemed to flicker out—then suddenly he was fucking her like a wild thing!

  The slaps of their skin meeting filled the room, along with his animalistic grunts. He plunged inside Zoe over and over, and she could feel it, through the tendrils—she could feel everything he was feeling. The desperate need to make her cum, the need for his own release. It wasn’t an emotional thing, though she could see them there, in his eyes despite the feral nature of this beast before her. It was a physical need, and it fed her own.

  When they came, it was together. The way they were connected, it couldn’t have been any other way. She felt the nervous drip of pleasure through his spine, to his balls and the base of his cock. When he came, his balls twitched, and she felt the spurt of cum up his shaft. On her end, she felt his shaft expand. Her orgasm took her vision and she heard Daris roar in her ear as he experienced it. Zoe could do nothing more than whimper and moan before her breath was stolen in a silent scream.

  This is so fucking much!

  His orgasm joined a moment later, which forced hers to become more intense, which had the same result for him. Their orgasms fed each other and intertwined until there was no way to tell which was which. They were both of them, together.

  Zoe became slowly aware that she was breathing, whimpering as the orgasms slowly subsided. She opened her eyes and saw Daris, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, mouth open, lost in the sensations assailing them both.

  It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen!

  He had completely lost control, she realised. This is what Daris saw when he was in control. This was what he wanted, to have the privilege of seeing this, her, lost in the state of ecstasy.

  Finally, Zoe realised what it meant to give up control. Daris had done it for her. Now she wanted to do it for him.

  His eyes moved under his lids, his mouth closed. When he opened his eyes, Daris was back.

  Zoe leaned her forehead against his, their arms wrapped around each other as they caught their breath.

  ‘Did you know your tendrils did that?’

  It took a moment, but finally, Daris chuckled. ‘I did.’

  ‘I don’t… Nothing I’ve ever experienced… nothing can compare.’ She looked into his eyes. ‘That is the most intimate thing that’s ever happened to me. I could feel you.’

  ‘And I could feel you, my ahdali. Humans have the most incredible orgasms. Of course, I have no basis for comparison, but I think I lost whole portions of my brain under that assault!’

  Zoe laughed and closed her eyes, savouring the look of Daris lost in his ecstasy.

  ‘I get it now,’ she whispered, needing to say it, but feeling illicit for saying it.

  ‘Get what, ahdali?’

  ‘I get why you like to be in control.’ She opened her eyes to see his reaction.

  His curiosity was sparked. ‘Tell me?’

  ‘You lost control, Daris,’ she whispered, ‘and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’

  Daris smiled at her. ‘Seeing you lose control affects me in a way nothing else ever has my mate. I like being the cause of you losing that control. I like seeing the effect I have on you. I like seeing you shivering and needful.’

  Zoe bit her lip. Daris pulled it free. ‘I like it too,’ she admitted. She bit her lip again, and once again, Daris pulled it free. ‘I’m still afraid.’

  ‘I know you are.’

  ‘But, next time. I want to do it.’

  There was a spark of heat in Daris’s eyes. ‘Do what, ahdali?’ His voice was soft but commanding at the same time.

  ‘I want…’ She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. ‘I want you to dominate me.’

  A growl rose in Daris’s throat. If he knew the effect that growl had on her, he’d never stop.

  ‘Then next time, ahdali, I will dominate you and I will make you sing your orgasms to the ceiling.’

  Zoe shivered, her skin breaking out in goose bumps. Her lip found its way between her teeth, and yet again, Daris pulled it out. She frowned.

  ‘Why do you keep doing that?’

  ‘What, ahdali?’

  She bit her lip, and he pulled it free.

  ‘That!’

  Daris looked up at her, then down at her lip. He reached out, pulled back her top lip and inspected her teeth.

  ‘They may be blunt little teeth, my ahdali, but I refuse to allow them to cause you any pain or damage! Also, if you’re to be bitten,’ he looked into her eyes, ‘I will be the one doing the biting.’

  Zoe shivered and bit her lip in anticipation. Once again, Daris pulled her lip free.

  Daris held Zoe in bed as they slept. Even in sleep, he was aware of her there, a comforting heat pressed to him, breathing steadily, relaxed. Hacri later, when they finally got up, feeling lazy and happy, they stood together cooking. He hovered beside her, patiently teaching her how to use his kitchen. When the meal was ready, they sat down next to each other on the sofa, their legs pressed against one another, and ate.

  ‘You said “nothing can compare” earlier?’

  Daris felt Zoe tense beside him. ‘I don’t really want to talk about that, Daris.’

  He looked at her, surprised by her words. ‘Why not?’

  Zoe sighed. ‘Because it’s rarely satisfying. Most guys are chasing their own pleasure, and once they get it, they’re done.’ She shrugged. ‘Like you don’t even matter. You have nothing to worry about, Daris,’ she finished.

  ‘After what we experienced together, I don’t believe I do.’ Daris thought over her words. ‘So these males were simply after their own pleasure, not concerned with yours?’

  Zoe blushed and shrugged. ‘Some of them. I never stayed with them long,’ she admitted. ‘I didn’t have many boyfriends because my career always came first. When a guy proved he was selfish, I broke it off.’

  ‘I must furnish you with lots of orgasms,’ he said, leaning in and nibbling her neck. ‘So that you never break it off with me.’ His voice turned husky.

  ‘I won’t,’ she gasped.

  Despite her words, Daris felt a little insecure. She could still change her mind.

  He withdrew from her, fro
m her scent, which was already changing, to focus on his meal. It was a freeze-dried version of an Amaran dish he was particularly fond of. The flavour was almost the same, though not quite. Amarans were more omnivorous, but they had excellent meats and knew how to bring out the flavour of them. They ate in silence. After Daris had shown Zoe how to use the cleanser, they sat back down on the sofa.

  ‘So, you broke it off with any male not giving you an orgasm.’

  ‘Not because they didn’t give me orgasms, but invariably, the guys who didn’t care if I came were selfish in other areas as well. Anyway, orgasms tend to be the goal of sex.’

  ‘Hmm, how uninspired.’

  ‘Uninspired?’ She laughed.

  ‘Orgasms tend to be the goal of sex,’ Daris repeated. ‘That sounds so final. Every instinct in me tells me to delay orgasm as long as possible,’ he turned.

  ‘Orgasms are nice,’ she said defensively. She stood and walked over to the bed. Daris's instincts flared to life.

  ‘Orgasms are nice?’ he asked, standing and walking over to her.

  In the aftermath of their lovemaking, she’d put on one of his shirts. He purred his approval at the sight of her bared thighs. They were a golden pathway up to the hidden promise under his shirt. She hadn’t put any underwear on that would impede his access to her.

  It was time for his mate to learn what it meant to be truly dominated.

  ‘Oh, Zoe,’ he tsked. ‘Orgasms should never be nice.’ Daris climbed onto the bottom of the bed, far away from her. He leaned back, feeling his muscles tense. Then he released them and lurched up the bed, landing over her and pinning her under him. He grabbed her hands and slipped them into the restraints he’d secured to the bed earlier.