At once, I’m at the crux of her thighs, staring at her center with a strangled growl.
Luscious nether lips meet my gaze. Pink and succulent and precious. They cling together with glistening arousal, obscuring my view of her center. Her female button is on display, framed by two indents of flesh. It’s tiny and perfect, and my mouth waters to press it, to get a reaction from her.
What would she do if I touched her and did just that?
I close my eyes and groan.
Her legs slam closed, but her knees catch on my arms. In a flash, I’m pressing them open with my hands, flush and spread against the edge of the crate.
Gemma jumps, struggles and I hold her still. Her hands grip my hands, tugging. “You said—”
I squeeze her thighs. “You touched me first, twice.”
Her nostrils flare, and her hands go white where they’re gripping mine. She shakes under my grip, but I dive back down between her legs, uncaring.
Her folds are open now, and they are slick.
The little hole that’ll take my member is sweetly on display. It’s tight and closed. Primitive, hungering need slams into me.
She’s so tense I can see her quiver as I stare at it.
“Mine,” I breathe.
To be this close to my mate and not have her?
It’s heaven and torture all at once.
I do not envy the naga males who did not capture a female. I do not envy them at all. Because if they knew what they were missing…
Paranoia hits me as hard as my mating fever. If the other males had an inkling of what they were missing, they would never stop coming after us. My tongue slides over my fangs.
I need to claim her, mark her. My eyes dilate.
Tearing my gaze from her sex, I meet her hooded eyes. As I keep them, I slide my hands up her thighs.
Her brow furrows. She is so tense, holding herself prone, she refuses to accept the blatant arousal gathering between her thighs.
She also doesn’t stop me.
I continue sliding my hands until they’re right at the dent of her thighs. Gemma still grips my hands under hers and with an inhale, she releases them.
Triumph.
My member rises, and my tail coils onto the crate, enclosing her in my circle.
Triumph. Yes.
“Yes, female,” I whisper. “Let me in.”
She closes her eyes and leans back on her hands.
With a growl of elation, my fingers inch between her thighs, diving in as I snap forward and suck her tiny button between my lips.
Twelve
Stretched and
Gemma
I gasp, bending back. He said he wouldn’t touch!
But I don’t stop him as he penetrates me, as he pushes his face between my legs and sucks my clit between his lips. Sensation zips up my spine, pleasurable warmth joins it. It feels good.
Vruksha’s touch banishes all my worries.
Somehow… a part of me doesn’t want to stop him.
A niggling thought scratches the back of my mind far too quickly and I grasp onto the pleasure he’s giving me. How does he know we can even have sex together? But I don’t want to think about it. His rough mouth sups at my bud, and the question vanishes. Gasping again, he rolls and hooks his finger inside me, touching my special spot. That elusive spot...
“Rough and wet, like I knew it would be,” he says, mouthing my clit.
My nerves vibrate.
He pushes a second finger into me, and I grab his head at the invasion. My fingers press into the scales around his hair.
His tail slides across my behind.
I should stop this. I should. I should insist on washing first, but I can’t, because if I do, I know my morals will return and stop this from ever happening again.
Vruksha doesn’t seem to mind, and I don’t understand why. Does he want me this bad? I nearly forget to breathe at the thought. My nails bite into his scalp, digging under his short black hair. He’s voracious and overwhelming, a vampire with his fangs, the red of his scales and skin, could easily be mistaken for blood.
Any woman on The Dreadnaut would kill for such a male to want them how Vruksha wants me.
I’m lucky… in a way...
No, I’m not.
I think this even as I bend forward, wrapping my legs around his head, leveraging my body to move against him.
I’m fantastical. A prize. This alien male wants me. It’s heady and strange and wrong. He wants to protect me with his life. His words are like rare candy to my ears, and I want more of it. His curious, rough fingers roll, curl, and scissor me deeply, doing a number on me that’s not wholly pleasurable, but I like it. My head clouds.
It’s been so long since someone touched me like this.
So long since someone sought to give me pleasure without insisting on something in return. There’s no sex contract with Vruksha, and that should terrify me, but he won’t hurt me. I think.
My toes curl as I lean back again, lifting my hips.
“Yessss, female.” Dark and gritty, his voice makes me squirm.
If I don’t think…
His fingers push deeper, expanding, shooting me up in the air. Zaps of pain mix with excitement at his roughness. He does it again, and I gasp as he pulls me forward with his tail. His head lifts, catching my eyes when he does it again.
“Tight,” is all he says.
Swallowing thickly, heat rises to my cheeks.
My fingers twitch on his scalp where they clutch him, afraid his features might cut me. Vruksha holds me pinned. My legs are on his shoulders, his mouth wet with my arousal, and his tail braced behind me, finishing the trap. His fingers expand inside me again, and I strain for what’s to come.
Madness. I try to thrash, to shimmy for more or less. I don’t know anymore.
He holds me
