Page 23 of Alien Devil's Wrath
The admission surprised me as much as it seemed to surprise him. I wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable, wasn’t supposed to need anyone. But the way he was touching me, looking at me, made me want to give him everything.
He stared at me for a moment, then his expression softened in a way I’d never seen before.
“You’re incredible,” he said, and there was wonder in his voice.
When he finally pushed two thick fingers inside me, I cried out at the overwhelming sensation. The combination of his skilled touch and the lingering sensitivity made every nerve ending sing, but more than that, I could feel his satisfaction at my response, could see how much my pleasure meant to him.
“That’s it,” he said roughly as I moved against his hand. “Let me hear you. Let me see you fall apart for me.”
I was beyond shame, beyond restraint. The euphoric effects in my system combined with his relentless touch and the emotional intimacy building between us pushed me toward shattering completely.
But I wasn’t afraid. I trusted him to catch me, to hold me together when I broke.
When his thumb pressed against my clit while his fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids, I did exactly what he’d asked for. I fell apart completely.
The orgasm tore through me with devastating intensity, my body convulsing around his fingers as I screamed his name. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last, until I was shaking and breathless and completely undone.
He held me through it, his mouth on my throat, his hands keeping me anchored as I flew apart and slowly came backtogether. When I finally opened my eyes, he was watching me with awe in his red gaze.
“Mine,” he said, and the possessive claim in his voice made me clench around his fingers again.
“Yes,” I breathed, meaning it with every part of my being. “Yours.”
But even as the words left my mouth, another tremor shook the chamber. Stronger this time, accompanied by the sound of shifting stone somewhere in the distance.
“The creature is getting more active,” I said, reading the vibration patterns I’d learned to interpret over years of cohabitation. “We need to stay put until it settles down again.”
He pulled me closer, settling us both more comfortably in the confined space. But the tension between us hadn’t dissipated. If anything, it had grown stronger, more urgent, flavored now with the intimacy we’d just shared.
“How long?” he asked.
“Maybe another hour before it’s safe to move,” I said, already considering our options. “We should find a more stable place to set up a proper camp when the creature settles. Somewhere even deeper in the bedrock formations.”
The unfinished business between us filled the small chamber like a living thing. I could see the hunger still burning in his eyes, feel the way his body remained coiled with need despite what we’d just shared.
When he kissed me again, it was with desperate urgency. The cramped space left no room for finesse, only raw, urgent need.
His hands worked frantically to free us both from the remaining barriers of fabric. I helped, equally desperate, until we were skin to skin in the dim phosphorescent light filtering through cracks in the stone.
The feel of his body against mine was intoxicating. All that grey skin over hard muscle, the traceries standing out likeartwork across his chest and arms, the evidence of his arousal pressed hot and hard against my thigh.
But when he positioned himself at my entrance, we both went still. The pressure of him at my entrance was a promise of being stretched, filled, and completely claimed. I could feel the soft flanges along his shaft that would create sensations no human male could possibly provide.
“Bronwen,” he said, my name rough with need and reverence.
ZAREK
The moment stretched between us, heavy with anticipation and the promise of everything about to change. Her body was warm and yielding beneath mine, and I could feel how ready she was, how much she wanted this.
But before I could move, before I could cross that final threshold, another violent tremor shook the chamber. This time it was accompanied by a deep, resonant roar that seemed to come from the very bones of the earth.
Dust rained from the ceiling, and somewhere in the distance I heard the crash of falling stone echoing through the tunnel system.
“Damn,” Bronwen breathed, her focus shifting as she analyzed the new vibrations, already calculating their meaning. “It’s not just shifting anymore. The creature is properly angry.”
“How long before?—”
“Minutes, maybe less, before this whole section becomes unstable.” She was already pushing against my chest, her survival instincts overriding everything else despite the obvious reluctance in her movements. “We need to move. Now.”
