Page 52 of Alien Warlord's Fury

His mouth found my breast, teeth closing around my nipple with just enough pressure to make me arch beneath him. The markings there responded to his touch like they recognized something in him.

"These," he murmured against my skin, tracing the path of a marking with his tongue, "call to me. Have since I first saw them."

I tangled my fingers in his platinum braids, tugging until he looked up. "Then answer them."

Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. He withdrew from my body in one smooth motion, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach, hands gripping my hips to pull me up onto my knees.

"Is this what you wanted?" His voice was rough, almost unrecognizable. "Me, unleashed?"

"Yes."

NIRAKO

Igrabbed Claire's hips with both hands, pulling her back against me as I entered her in one smooth thrust. The sound that escaped her - half gasp, half moan - broke something loose inside me. The careful control I'd maintained since our first meeting shattered completely.

"You want me broken?" I growled against her ear, feeling her shiver as my breath stirred her hair. My tail curled possessively around her ankle.

"You have me broken."

Her markings flared bright silver, illuminating the ancient stone walls around us. My lifelines responded, gold light pulsing in time with my racing heart. Not the steady rhythm of discipline, but wild, erratic bursts that matched the chaos she'd unleashed within me.

"Good," she gasped, pushing back against me. "I want you, not the perfect warrior."

I tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the pale column of her throat. My teeth found the sensitive junction where neck met shoulder, not quite breaking skin but marking her nonetheless. Mine.

The thought roared through me with primal intensity.

"You have me," I promised, voice rough with need. "All of me."

I drove into her, abandoning the measured control I'd clung to for so long. Each thrust pulled sounds from her that fed the fire burning through my veins. The bond between us flared open, raw and unfiltered, transmitting her pleasure directly into my mind.

The doubled sensation - my own arousal and hers feeding back through the connection - nearly drove me over the edge.

"Nirako," she cried, her inner muscles clenching around me as she approached her peak. "Don't stop."

"Never." The word escaped me, a vow I hadn't intended to make but meant with every fiber of my being.

Her climax hit suddenly, her markings flashing brilliant white as she convulsed around me. The bond carried her release straight to my core, nearly triggering my own. I gritted my teeth, fighting to hold back, not ready to end this yet.

I withdrew from her body, ignoring her whimper of protest, and flipped her onto her back. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, lips parted as she fought to catch her breath. Beautiful.

Dangerous. Mine.

"I'm not finished with you," I told her, spreading her thighs and settling between them. "Not nearly."

"Good," she challenged, eyes gleaming. "Show me what you've been holding back."

I entered her again, watching her face as I filled her completely. Her back arched, pushing her breasts up in silent offering. I lowered my head, taking one nipple between my teeth, feeling it harden against my tongue.

Her hands found my shoulders, nails digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.

Perfect.

I wanted her marks on me, wanted visible proof that she'd claimed me as thoroughly as I was claiming her. The bond hummed between us, growing stronger with each shared breath, each point where our bodies connected.

"'More,' she demanded, her legs locking around my waist, her body arching to take me deeper."

I complied, driving into her with enough force to slide her body up the stone ledge. One hand braced beside her head, the other gripped her hip, holding her in place as I claimed her with increasing urgency. Through the bond, I could feel her building toward another peak, her pleasure spiraling higher with each thrust.

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