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She turns her body, my grasp on her completely useless. Right now, my little Nika can do anything she wants, and I am putty in her hands. It’s a position I never thought I’d be in.
She looks up at me, eyes full of hunger and wanting. She opens her mouth, but I give her no chance to speak. My lips crash against hers, pressing firmly. She moans, and I greedily capture the sound. My tongue glides across hers, slick flesh rubbing and sliding. I’m overwhelmed by the taste of her.
I want her. I need more.
ChapterTen
ARIANA
His lips press against mine with an almost painful ferocity, leaving me breathless as though I’ve just run a marathon (not that I ever have, but you get the idea). His hand slides along my spine before tangling in my hair, and his arm wraps around my waist, holding me tight. The hand in my hair tilts my head back at an angle that suits him.
His lips press against mine, and his tongue probes deep, matching the fervor of his hips as they press and grind against me.
I whimper into his mouth, needing more—I’m on fire, his body so hot that I’m pretty sure I’m about to combust. My protest escapes as his lips leave me, a trail of kisses peppering my cheeks and jaw before he nips my neck. I cry out at the sensation of sharp teeth scraping skin. It’s a dangerous thrill, a heady mix that has my head spinning and every nerve in my body pulsing.
In a daring move, I wriggle out of Taccit’s grasp. He doesn’t hide his expression of frustration, but he doesn’t demand that I return, even after I was the one who asked this to turn sexual.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, attempting to switch the roles for a moment. I really do want to touch him. He’s had plenty of opportunities to explore my body, taking me to the peak of ecstasy, but I’ve never had the chance to return the favor. And I plan to change that now—I’m all about equal opportunities.
“My body is yours, my mate. Do what you want with me.”
Oh boy, my core clenches at his words, my mind racing with all the visuals I never thought I’d contemplate. There are so many things I want to do with Taccit. One thing first...
I cautiously glance down at his manhood, which up until now, I’ve been slightly fearful of—what it represented, and what it looked like. I mean, what if he had something horrifying lurking down there like spikes or tentacles? Yeah, I’ve watched too many horror sci-fi vids.
To my relief, it looks rather human-like, if you can ignore the size for a moment. He’s much bigger than any human male I’ve ever encountered. Ridges cover his length, almost like veins criss-crossing the surface. My finger traces along his shaft, exploring the intriguing terrain. They are hard—I know they will hit all the right spots inside of me. My clit tingles just thinking about it.
Towards the base, the ridges increase in size—I swallow anxiously. Will I honestly fit him?
“Too different?” Taccit asks apprehensively.
I look up and see real fear in his eyes for the first time. It occurs to me that he expects me to reject him. He believes that if we can’t overcome this obstacle, I will leave him behind like his family did.
“No,” I say, squaring my jaw and looking him firmly in the eye. “Though you are quite big. We might need to go slow.”
Our lips crash together. He funnels all his fears and needs into the one motion. This isn’t just a kiss—it’s a claiming. Within moments, I struggle for air again, squirming against him as my body becomes more and more desperate for his touch. Taccit’s hand around my waist slides down, cupping my bottom and pressing me impossibly closer. Then he guides my legs up to wrap around his waist, pulling me against him. His tail twists around my ankles, holding me to his body.
This new position has his cock pressing through my folds, sliding against me. His cock brushes against my clit, each of those glorious ridges feeling like a spark being lit in my core. I cry out, grinding my hips against him helplessly. Nothing has ever felt this good. Inside of me is a spring, coiling tighter and tighter. I need it to release, desperately.
“Taccit!” I moan, clinging to his biceps. “I need more.”
“Not yet, mate,” he says, growling against the delicate skin of my collarbone. “Let me take care of you first.”
His lips continue their ministrations down my body. He laps at the water droplets over the swell of my breast. The puff of his hot breath against my peaked nipple causes a shiver to dance down my spine, a tantalizing blend of scorching air and arctic breeze.
My needy hands slip into his hair, trying to pull him closer.
His mouth descends over my breast, and he sucks my nipple deep into the heat of his mouth with an almost painful pull.
His hand then makes its journey from my shaking thigh, over the curve of my hip, and finally cradles the weight of my breast. His fingers curl around my nipple and pluck at it.
This sensory overload is driving me to the edge. I cry out as my climax crashes over me. Pleasure blossoms, reaching from the depths of my soul to the tip of every extremity. My core clenches, yearning for something, anything, to grip onto. But there’s nothing but emptiness and longing.
He continues his ministrations until I’m spent. He teases me down from my high, kissing around my sensitive nipple. I’m absently aware of his tail stroking my side with long, soothing caresses, supporting my weight.
“I’m not done with you yet, mate.” He brandishes his pointy teeth, reminding me that I am, in fact, being claimed by a predator.
Effortlessly, he lifts me, guiding my body until I am perfectly aligned with his throbbing member. He presses against my entrance.
