Page 24 of Alien Devil's Wrath
I pulled back, letting her sit up despite every instinct screaming at me to finish what we’d started. She was right. Nomatter how much I wanted her, it wouldn’t matter if we were crushed by tons of falling rock.
“Where?” I asked, reaching for our scattered clothes.
“Even deeper into the system. We need to find formations that pre-date the creature’s excavations.” She was already pulling on her shirt, her movements efficient despite the flush still coloring her skin. “There’s a passage about fifty meters ahead that should take us to much older rock layers.”
We gathered our gear quickly, the interrupted intimacy between us making every accidental touch electric. When her fingers brushed mine as she handed me my weapon harness, the contact sent want clawing through my system.
Another roar, closer this time, followed by the unmistakable sound of enormous movement far below us.
“Definitely time to go,” she said, shouldering her pack despite the obvious frustration in her voice. “Though I have to admit, the timing is rather inconvenient.”
The tunnel system was becoming increasingly unstable as we moved through it. Cracks appeared in walls that had been solid minutes before, and periodic tremors sent cascades of loose stone raining down around us.
But Bronwen navigated it all with the confidence of someone who’d been sharing territory with the creature for years. She led us through increasingly narrow passages, following geological signs I couldn’t read, until we found what we were looking for.
The new chamber was carved from much older stone. Smaller than our previous shelter but infinitely more stable. When another tremor shook the mountain, this space barely vibrated. The rock here was different, harder, formed long before the creature had begun its excavations.
“Here,” she said, setting down her pack with obvious relief. “This formation is ancient. Should hold even if our large friend decides to throw a proper tantrum.”
The space was intimate, forcing us to sit close together again. But now the air between us was charged with more than just proximity. It was heavy with interrupted desire and the knowledge of what had almost happened.
“Where were we?” she asked softly, her eyes meeting mine in the dim light.
I answered by pulling her against me, my mouth finding hers with desperate hunger. The kiss was deeper this time, more urgent, and I could taste her need matching mine.
“I need you,” I growled against her throat. “Right now.”
Her hands were already working at my clothes, just as frantic as mine were with hers. There was no finesse in the cramped space, no room for anything but desperate need.
When we were finally skin to skin, I pressed her back against the stone wall, both past caring about anything except joining our bodies together.
“Please,” she breathed, her legs locking around my waist in a silent demand.
I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her heat and slickness welcoming me. The broad head of my cock pressed against her, and I had to fight for control. Every instinct demanded I bury myself inside her immediately.
But I forced myself to go slowly, to let her adjust to my size as I pushed forward inch by inch. The moment I felt her tight warmth beginning to surround me, the moment the ridges along my shaft made contact with her inner walls, rational thought became impossible.
My hips snapped forward, burying myself fully inside her, and she cried out at the sensation.
“Zarek!” My name was torn from her throat as I filled her.
And then I began to move, and everything else ceased to exist except the feel of her body claiming mine as thoroughly as I was claiming hers.
BRONWEN
He pushed into me slowly, his size stretching me in ways I’d never imagined possible. The feeling was consuming, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
The pressure of him at my entrance was overwhelming as it pressed past my entrance, and I had to breathe through the initial burn of accommodation. But when the textured ridges along his shaft made contact with my inner walls, I gasped at sensations that defied every expectation.
“Oh, God,” I managed as he sank deeper. “You’re so?—”
The words dissolved into a moan as he filled me. I could see the moment his control snapped, feel the tremor that ran through his powerful frame as he buried himself to the hilt inside me.
This was what I’d been craving since the moment we met, what I’d been pushing him toward. This moment of complete possession. The stone was rough against my back, his body was hard and demanding against mine, and I’d never felt more alive.
When he began to move, every nerve ending in my body lit up in ways I hadn’t known were possible. Those ridges created friction that made me arch against him, desperate for more of the overwhelming sensations they provided.
“How does it feel?” he growled against my ear, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tell me how I feel inside you.”
