I reach for her, my fingers itching with the need to hold her in place and claim her. My claws lengthen, ready to protect her and drive away any threat to our bonding. I think about the number of times they’ve been covered in blood. To touch her would mar her perfection.
“I still ache,” she moans. Her hands drift up her sides and cup her breasts. Any doubts are pushed from my mind as she kneads the soft flesh, her fingertips focusing on her hardening nipples.
I growl, bringing my body to loom over hers. My arms fall to either side of her, trapping her in place. Her eyes widen, and then her heady scent floods the room. She likes this; she wants me to dominate her. A smirk plays on my lips as I catch her offending hands, lifting them above her head until she’s splayed before me. My tail wraps around an ankle, pinning her in place. Helpless.
Mine.
“It’s my duty to see to your pleasure,” I remind her. I did promise that I would care for our hotel critic, didn’t I? I swiftly dismiss the thought of how these are the kinds of words I would say to a mate, if I ever took one.
I brush my thumb over her nipple. Dark laughter spills from my lips when she swears and arches her back, trying to force her entire breast into my calloused palm.
“Sutek,” she moans.
My name on her lips is nearly my undoing. Already I can feel my bulge swelling, filling with seed. With each beat of my heart, my entire member throbs so forcefully that I think I might spill before even getting close to mounting her.
“Please stop teasing me,” she whimpers.
I grin smugly down at her. She’s so responsive to my touch.
“Teasing would be doing this,” I tell her as I lean my face over her heaving chest. I brush my lips lightly over her turgid nipples, my sharp teeth grazing them.
Elana practically sobs with pleasure, squirming so violently beneath me that I nearly lose my balance.
“I nip at her for such disobedience.
“I will take my time. I will enjoy each moment,” I tell her, because it might be my last. I will not force her into mating with me. I will not take that choice from her. She doesn’t know who I am or what I’ve done. She doesn’t know about the death that follows me. I can’t have her truly, but I can carry these memories forever.
I will see to her pleasure. I will enjoy making her scream my name, her claw-less fingers scraping across my skin as her world shatters.
And for just a brief moment, I will pretend she is mine.
ChapterEight
ELANA
Sutek draws one of my nipples into his mouth with unexpected force. I whimper as each pull of his lips sends matching throbs to my clit, as though he’s touching me there too.
With my arms restrained above my head, I can do nothing but squirm. My hips roll, my legs kicking at the silky bedding.
“Sutek…” I groan, squeezing my legs to alleviate the desperation I feel.
My alien lover looks up, his eyes a solid black. He lifts his mouth from my breast, releasing my overly sensitive nipple with a loud pop.
The pleasure washing over me is overwhelming, and he hasn’t even touched me down below yet. I doubt I can endure that much longer. My body feels on the verge of exploding, yet always just missing something.
“I’m so empty, Sutek. Please. You can’t imagine how much I need you right now,” I plead.
He smirks at me, overly smug. He enjoys it when I beg. I can’t help it.
He pushes my hands into the bed covers, guiding my fingers to grasp the slick fabric. It feels cool against my heated skin.
“Move and I’ll stop. Understand?”
I nod, willing to do anything he asks at this point.
It’s evident he has a taste for dominance. I never thought I’d find pleasure in a man being controlling, yet my body is resonating in a way I’ve never experienced before. When I clench my thighs together, I can feel the slickness gathered between my legs. I’m desperate.
He plants kisses down my stomach, taking his time to scrape his sharp teeth against the soft flesh as he moves ever downwards.
