Stealing Shiloh

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by K. A Knight


  Shiloh stole my heart the moment I met her, and I will spend the rest of my life earning hers.

  One hundred percent.

  Forty-Two

  Joss

  “Come to the waterfall with me.”

  Shiloh’s face turns from sleepy to beaming in moments. It’s early morning, and I’ve already prepared for our, as she calls it, “date.” I’ve got a basket packed with her favourite snacks, including Snickers bars and Dr. Pepper, and I have a few surprises planned as well.

  If I can pull it off.

  Shiloh always keeps me on my toes.

  Now it’s time I sweep her off hers.

  “Can you give me a few minutes to get ready?” She gestures towards her sleeping outfit. Personally, I don’t give a vekk what she’s wearing, but if my mate wants a few minutes, she’s damn well going to get them.

  “Of course.”

  She smiles and rises up on her tiptoes to give my chest a kiss. I love how tiny she is compared to me. Even on her toes, she can’t reach my lips. “Fifteen minutes. No more, no less.”

  I love that about my mate. She knows I need to have an exact time frame. I nod and begin my countdown before closing her doors and walking back to my room. She also didn’t ask me questions about what I had planned, knowing I always fumble my words. My sweet mate. With a happy sigh, I flop down on my couch, my fingers twitching to watch her on the cameras in her room.

  Yes, we added them to the new ship.

  Yes, I still watch her all the time.

  And sometimes?

  I think she knows we’re watching and puts on a show for us. I vekking love viewing her on the camera, and I masturbate in time with her. I’ve made a game of it, trying to come at the exact moment she does.

  I’ve gotten pretty good.

  Opening the basket, I sift through the contents one final time to make sure I have everything, then head back to her room. To my surprise, Shiloh opens the door after I count the final second in my head.

  My sweet mate.

  I take her mouth right then, and she opens greedily, her tongue duelling with mine. She tastes of fresh mint with a side of honey. I groan, my fingers snaking into her hair and squeezing.

  I don’t want this to go too far here in Beyoncé, so with a growl, I tug her hair and pull her away from my lips. Her mouth is already reddening from the harshness of my kiss, her eyes glazed and sultry. “Not yet,” I growl. She licks her lips and nods in understanding.

  Moving a step away from her, I release her hair and take in how vekking breathtaking she is. Though I do miss her wearing pale pink, she looks decadent in black. Her white skin almost glows in contrast, her red hair looking like flames. The dress is short and revealing. Cinched to her waist, the strapless dress plunges between her breasts, revealing their roundness. The skirt flares out around her, hitting high on her thighs. And in true Shiloh fashion, she’s not wearing any shoes.

  “What do you think?” she inquires, her cheeks blushing. Then she does a spin to show me the back. When she does, the skirt flares out, and I see she’s bare below it.

  Oh, vekk.

  Will my cock survive this trip in the okkren?

  Shiloh grins and reaches up to close my slackened jaw for me. I feel like an idiot, I must have been gaping at her like a youngling seeing his first pair of tits.

  “Let’s go!” she squeals, yanking on my hand. Minutes later, we are leaving the launch bay, blarens blasting, and heading back to our favourite spot. I don’t ask her how she’s feeling. Not because I don’t care, but because she’s sick of being, as she calls it, “babied.”

  She knows we did it because we care about her, but Shiloh has all but recovered. Her body is still speckled with areas of pink where new skin has replaced the ulcerated lesions she suffered from the Yarek’s excretions. Her feet have mended properly as well with a lot of work from me. Thanks to Klan Zolki, I had everything I needed to take care of her. Initially, I thought I might not be able to do it. During battle, blood doesn’t bother me in the least. But seeing my mate wince in pain, her toes bleeding when I unravelled the bandaging, that got to me. I didn’t let her know of course, and put on a brave face just like she did and took care of her like a good mate would.

  After wearing bandages on her feet for so long, Shiloh no longer wears shoes, finding them restrictive. Sometimes we have to make her—well, ask her to—depending on where we are going.

  Shiloh and I chat about the stealth tech I’m still working on. I love that she asks me questions and pretends to be interested, even if she’s not. Soon the okkren lands, and I escort her down to the falls. As usual, we spread out a blanket, then sit down. I empty the basket, loving her excited reaction to her favourites.

  “Are those…pot brownies?” she asks with a giggle.

  My lips curl in a smug grin. “What if they are?”

  “Then let’s have some vekking fun!” Shiloh reaches for a brownie and takes a bite before she offers me the rest of it. I open greedily as she pops the brownie into my mouth.

  I groan at the delicious flavour, having had walnuts added this time. Shiloh cracks open a Dr. Pepper and takes a gulp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I pop open a bottle of pravvar and pour us each a glass. I raise my glass while finishing my third brownie. I’m going to need some serious will power for this.

  “What shall we cheers to?” I query.

  Without missing a beat, she says, “To love. May we never lose each other again.”

  “To love,” I reply, clinking my glass with hers. We drink and eat in comfortable silence. Shiloh knows I’m not great at conversation and allows me to enjoy her company the way I want to.

  The pot makes my head feel light and my limbs feel weightless.

  It’s time.

  “Are you ready?” I question, drinking down the last of my pravvar.

  Her eyebrows shoot up. “Ready for what, Joss?”

  “A game,” I retort with a growl.

  She smiles, her eyes shining. “Ooh, I love games! What game did you want to play?”

  Vekk.

  I didn’t give my damn game a name.

  “Uhh.” My mind stumbles. Think, Joss, think! “Chaser…if…ickus?”

  Shiloh laughs. “That sounds like a spell from Harry Potter.”

  “Well, you’ve put me under your spell.” Mentally I’m punching myself in the face. How lame can I be?

  Instead of laughing at me, she grins and says, “Aww,” then gives my cheek a kiss. Shiloh stands and walks over to the ledge overlooking the falls. “So, Joss. How do we play chaserifickus?”

  Okay, I can do this.

  I clear my throat. “Well, first you have to take your clothes off.”

  She turns to look back at me over her shoulder—she’s sexy and stunning. “Really? That’s an odd way to start a game, isn’t it?”

  “Not this one,” I rumble, heaving myself up. “The rules clearly state, no clothing.”

  “Humph. I guess I need to read the directions.” Shiloh turns and wraps her arms around my neck. I lean down and kiss her softly. “Okay, so no clothes. What else?”

  I reach into my pocket and play with the tiny clamps Cryk gave me to use today. He told me she’d love them. Gripping them tight, I pull them out and show them to her. Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. “Do you know what these are, Shiloh?”

  “I-I think so.” She picks one up with a shaky hand, the movement jingling the tiny bell attached to it. “I’ve never worn one before. Do you think they will hurt?”

  “I hope so.” It’s true. Though I love to pamper my mate and take care of her gently, when it comes to intimacy, I prefer it rough, and she’s about to find that out.

  Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. “Okay, then what?”

  I grin, letting her see the wildness in my gaze, letting her see how much I want her, how turned on I am by this. “Then you run.” I reach behind her and unzip the top of her dress. “And hide.” She doesn’t fight me when I uncover
her perfect breasts. “And let me hunt you down,” I purr, grabbing her tits in my hands and squeezing them, feeling how heavy they are. She moans, her tiny fingers holding onto my wrists. The sweet scent of her musk already fills the air around us.

  With a growl, I strip the dress off my mate, and she gasps at her sudden nakedness. I take her hand and drop the other clamp into her palm. “Put these on, Shiloh. Make those nipples hard for me, then squeeze them tight between those clamps.”

  I vekking said it. I got it all out. My need to control, to tell her exactly what I need her to do.

  Shiloh’s chest heaves, and the sound of her heart thumping reaches my ears. When she doesn’t move right away, I growl. Her nipples tighten in response. “Do it, Shiloh. Don’t make me ask you again.”

  Without a word, she begins to tweak her rosy buds, pulling and twisting while she bites her lip. My cock thickens in response, growing hard in my pants. “Clamp them, Shiloh. Do it.”

  Shiloh opens the first clamp and places her nipple between its waiting arms. Instead of closing them carefully, she lets it snap into place. Shiloh gasps, her breaths sawing in and out. The smell of her arousal grows thick in the air. Good. She’s liking this as much as I am.

  “Again.” She looks down at her still naked nipple, then fits the clamp in place. Once more, she lets it pinch her rosy bud. She mewls, her hands twitching around her breasts like she wants to take them off. But she won’t.

  “Just look at you, Shiloh. Naked, nipples clamped, pussy already drenched, all just for me.” Between the pravvar and the pot, I’ve found my confidence. I prowl towards her, my wings stretched, flashing my fangs. Towering over her, Shiloh’s neck cranes to look up at me. With a snarl, I trail my finger from her necklace and down between her breasts. Then I give one a slap. She gasps, the clamp jingling on her nipple.

  I cup her pussy and give it a squeeze. “Ohh,” she whimpers, her back arching into me. I love it when she arches.

  Lowering my head, I suck on the hollow of her neck and give her a soft bite. Her pussy gushes into my hand. I won’t last much longer. “Run,” I growl into her ear, moving away. “Run. Now!”

  Her green eyes go wide, and she takes a step back before turning and running off at full speed. Her ass looks fabulous, and I imagine how her tits look bouncing with the clamps on them.

  I give her a few minutes, listening to make sure I can still hear the jingling of her clamps, before I begin my hunt. Stripping myself of my own clothes, I take off after her. She’s frantic and not thinking, taking a very straight path. But my predator side doesn’t care, the only thing that matters is finding my prey.

  I jog after her, listening to the sound of the bells, and the rhythmic music they make as she runs.

  Then they stop, and I know she’s hiding.

  Silly little mate.

  I slow my pace and call for her. “Come out, come out wherever you are, little mate. I want to play with you.”

  At first, I hear nothing as I follow her scent. Then I hear a slight tinkle, and I grin. My cock lengthens, and I grip it firmly. Soon her cunt will be surrounding it instead of my hand.

  I follow the blades of broken grass, the snapped twig off a bruchyn bush, and turn. The jingles pick up again, and I bolt, needing her, craving her. Then I see her running up ahead, her pale skin shining when the suns hit it through the trees. She turns and sees me, eyes widening, and pushes herself harder.

  Oh, no you don’t.

  Thinking fast, I take flight, launching myself through the canopy of leaves. I track her below and fly up ahead. With almost no sound, I land in front of her, and she barrels into me.

  “Gotcha,” I say, before picking her up and tossing her over my shoulder. She half screams, half laughs as I stomp towards the waterfall with her ass in the air. I smack her cheeks hard, loving the way they clench in response. Her tiny hands are splayed on my back as she tries to keep her head from crashing into me.

  I pick up the pace, loving the way her tits knock against my wing, the way her nails dig into my skin, and the way her ass jiggles next to my face.

  I love all of her.

  Growling, I run, jumping over downed branches and ducking in and out of tree trunks until we reach the ledge overlooking the falls. I toss her onto the grass, and she lands with a thud, her breasts bouncing, nipple clamps jingling.

  Then I pounce.

  I cage her body with my arms and legs and crush my lips to hers. She opens for me as I thrust my tongue inside her mouth. She moans, widening her lips. I grip her wrists and stretch them over her head, pinning her hands down. Grazing my fangs over her lips, I kiss down her neck to her chest, flicking her clamped nipples with my tongue.

  She arches beautifully, her tits raised to the sky, begging for more.

  Vekk.

  I need to be inside this girl.

  I continue to lick and flick her nipples as she writhes below me. Her musk perfumes the air, making my cock grow painfully hard. Holding her wrists tight in one hand, I slide my other down her body and pull one of her legs over my shoulder, pinning the other under me.

  Groaning, I look down at her body, seeing her pink pussy spread wide and already covered with her cream.

  Vekk it.

  Manoeuvring my hips, I line the head of my cock up with her tight hole and plunge all the way in. She cries out, rolling her head from side to side as she tries to wrench her arms free. But I hold tight and vekk her with wild abandon. She cries out my name as I vekk her hard, in and out all the way, over and over again.

  Her cunt clenches around me, making my balls tighten, my cock lengthen. Her tits bounce up and down, the clamps jingling on her nipples, which are red from being bound.

  “Vekk,” I rumble. “Your pussy feels so tight around me, Shiloh. You’re so perfect, so beautiful.”

  Her chest flushes, and I lower my head, knowing we’re both getting close. Using my teeth, I rip off one clamp. She screams loudly, but I pull the sore bud into my mouth and suckle as I pound into her. Her cries quickly become mewls, her cream covering my cock more and more with each thrust.

  Time for the finale.

  “What are you doing?” she shouts when I gather her to my chest and launch us into the sky. I hover right in front of the falls, my cock still buried deep inside her. Shiloh’s hands wrap around my neck, her legs around my waist as I cup her ass and squeeze.

  “Vekk me, mate. Take what you need from me here in the air.”

  “Fuck,” she moans in response, her limbs tightening around me. Then Sholoh moves, and it feels glorious. I flap my wings to the beat of her vekking as she bounces on my cock. I catch the other clamp with my teeth and yank, and she clenches and screams again.

  “Don’t vekking stop, mate.” She starts back up again, sweat covering her perfect body, her cunt pulsing around me.

  “Fuck, Joss, I’m gonna come.”

  Squeezing her ass, I plow into her, chasing my own release. Her moans grow higher as she gets closer. “Ahh, ahh! Ohh!”

  Shiloh screams my name and comes hard, and I follow right after her, spilling inside her as the wind whips her hair and the cascading falls cover us in its cool mist. I decrease my pace until we’ve both come down. Still connected, I glide us to the pool at the bottom of the falls.

  Without having to say anything, I step in and gently wash my mate, taking care of everything I’ve just made sore.

  Nothing matters anymore but her, not the number of birds I hear chirping, not the amount of flowers around us, and I don’t twitch if things add up to an odd number.

  All that matters is her. For the rest of my life, for the one I love, I’ll only need to count to one.

  Forty-Three

  Cryk

  Tonight, Shiloh is mine.

  I’ve been patient, waiting for my turn since she seduced Nul. He has not shut up about it, and it’s getting vekking irritating. I’m happy for him, I really am, but my cock is vekking pissed. I’m pent up, and my balls are vekking heavy and need some atten
tion.

  Preferably from something hot and wet and Shiloh.

  I’m not picky where.

  She knows I’m coming for her. I’ve been whispering naughty things into her ear all day, telling her how much I want to vekk her, how deep I’m going to bury myself inside her, how I want her voice to grow hoarse from screaming for me.

  Her response is always the same—a shudder of breath, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, her chest flushing.

  I can’t vekking wait.

  I’ve been tossing her against every wall I can find when I pass her in the ship. I pinch her nipples through her thin shirt, spank her bare pussy under her short skirt, graze my fangs down her neck, and grind my cock against her.

  Then I walk away.

  She follows me with her flashing emerald gaze, her chest heaving. The look on her face alone tells me how badly she wants me. She can wait, just like I have. It will only make the time we spend together tonight even more incredible.

  On Earth they have a saying, that patience is a virtue. But I’m a vekking Totiv general, we don’t have virtues.

  I’m done waiting.

  In my room, I step from the shower and pace. Naughty thoughts of all the things I want to do to her run through my mind. I know I have her for the rest of my life, but for some reason, this feels monumental.

  Dressing, I finish styling my hair and smooth down my jacket. I know I’m just going one room over, but I want to look good for her. Only last night, we watched what she calls a “Diznee flyk.” In the movie, there was a princess who wore a yellow gown and was captured by a beast. She grew to love the beast, and he turned into a prince at the end.

  So tonight, I’m going to be her beast. Animalistic instincts take over in my head, as images of plunging into her pink cunt during our Vultana run over and over in my mind. I might as well be a beast, dressed in my finest outfit, just like the one in the movie.

  But fine clothes can’t really hide what I am.

 

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