Page 62 of Alliance
[Elevated vitals]
“Stay,” Fásach gruffed. “Don’t move.” He mounted the shallow terrace steps at my feet, approaching me in a straightline across the circular room. His pupils dilated, watching me like he was stalking me through the trees of his homeworld. Slowly, quietly, he stopped in front of me and leaned his forehead against mine.
“I’m going to say the things I want out loud more often,” he promised, rubbing his antlers against my silk.
“Good, because I’ll probably like everything you say,” I breathed. Fásach’s claws wrapped around my biceps, their points catching on my thermal shirt.
“I want to fuck you, for instance,” he purred. His nose pushed against my ear until I tilted my head away, baring my neck. Sparks of lightning zipped through my nerve mesh as he nipped the column of my pulse. “But not right now. No matter what I say, don’t let me. Got it?”
I blinked with confusion, but he bit me again a little harder, leaving behind a sting. I gasped and nodded. “Yes, Fás.” Then he massaged his tongue into the spot and sucked the skin lightly into his mouth.
“Good.”
He slid off his boots, shucked his shirt, and disappeared behind me with a deephuhuhuhof excitement. “On your knees. Don’t turn around.”
I descended to my knees in front of the bedroll and sat on my heels, breath crushed in the vise of my anticipation. My brow creased as I explored just how much of this anticipation was me. Could I say no? Did Iwantto?
“Stop,” I tested. He froze, a chirrup of worry bubbling up his chest. The knot behind my sternum eased, and I nodded. “It’s okay, keep going.”
Fásach lowered behind me, his now massive arms locked around my ribs. He squeezed and the air whoofed out of my lungs as he pulled me back against his chest. The bar of his erection pressed into the small of my back and he flexed hiships, rubbing it against my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut and wrapped my fingers around his forearm.
Adrenaline coursed through my blood, shaking my fingers as I slid them over his thigh. But then Fás bit my ear hard enough to make me wince and freeze. When he let go, he licked the pain and nuzzled his antler nubs against my silk.
“No. We’re going to prove that you can be selfish, Roz. No reciprocating.”
“None?” I breathed, hand hovering over his leg.
“None.” He laughed, tickling my ear with the tip of his tongue. “And if this doesn’t prove it to you, I don’t know what will.”
“Why?”
“Rut isn’t like normal sex,” Fásach admitted, his throat dry. “It’spainfulto deny it, and not in a fun way.” His breath shuddered. “My joints ache, my head pounds, the pressure in my cock iskillingme, Roz, and your cunt is the cure-all.”
I tried to turn around, to face him and tell him I’d take care of him. I didn’t want him to be in pain, not ever.
But he fisted my hair and made me look straight ahead. When I tried to rub at his knee, he snatched my hand and held it still, snapping his teeth next to my ear in warning.
“Oh no, you don’t. You’re going to deny me, Roz.”
“I-I can’t,” I gulped. He was inpain…
“Yes, you can. Edge me, deny me. Take everything you possibly can.Be selfish.”His snarl softened into a whine of longing. “That’s how you’ll know it’s you.”
My pussy grew warm and slippery at his words. I squeezed my thighs together as Fás breathed in deep, sliding one of his hands down the front of my chest. He dragged a claw across my nipple and my heart jolted.
“Be vocal,” he purred into my neck. He rubbed his nose against my ear, then licked my lobe with a moan. “Tell me no as much as you want.”
I nodded, and he pinched it with his fang.
“I understand!” I gasped, digging my nails harder into his forearm. His other hand pushed its way between my thighs, brushing against the center seam of my thermal pants. My throat grew tight as he teased the length of my pussy, pressing his claws into the thermal weave to leave behind a trail of pinpricks.
My stomach flipped as he hooked those claws around my waistband, the thick, calloused pads of his palm meeting my bare stomach. He pushed down my hips, and I scooted my pants down over the swell of my butt.
“Get rid of them,” he growled impatiently. I pushed them off my heels and left them in a tangle between my feet.
Fás grabbed my ankles one by one and draped my thighs over his. He gripped my knees as he widened his own, baring my sex to the chilly air so that my pussy clenched in fearful anticipation. Then he leaned his mouth into my ear and gently curled his claw-tipped fingers around my neck.
“What do you like, Roz?” he purred, brushing his thumb against my chin.
