Page 39 of Stolen By the Wraiths
Iwoke to soft lips trailing fire along my throat, finding the sensitive silver lines that pulsed with renewed life at Alix's touch.
"Good morning," she murmured against my collarbone, her voice husky with sleep and something more dangerous.
"I need more," I said, my voice still rough but carrying determination that made her eyes widen with anticipation. "It wasn't enough. It will never be enough."
Before she could respond, I had her in my arms, lifting her against me with enhanced strength while her legs wrapped around my waist on pure instinct. The feel of her naked body pressed against mine sent a jolt straight to my core that bypassed recent satisfaction and went straight to urgent need.
"What are you—" she started, then gasped as I pressed her back against the bulkhead with controlled force that spoke of barely restrained power.
"I'm going to fuck you until my name is the only one you know," I growled against her ear, letting the harmonics in my voice make her entire body shudder. "Going to claim you so thoroughly you'll feel me for days. Going to remind you what happens when you drive your mate to the edge of sanity."
Her response was a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan, her scent spiking with arousal so fierce I could taste it.
"Yes," she breathed, her hands fisting in my hair as I positioned her against the wall. "Show me. Show me what I do to you."
The permission obliterated my control. I reached between us, finding her slick and ready despite—or because of—what she'd just done to me. The knowledge that pleasuring me had aroused her this intensely sent satisfaction racing through my system.
"You're so wet," I said, my voice low with need as I teased her entrance without giving her what she craved. "Getting me off made you need this, didn't it?"
"Please," she gasped, her hips seeking more contact while I held her pinned. "Stop teasing. I need you inside me."
"Beg properly," I commanded, letting just the head of my arousal breach her entrance before pulling back. "I want to hear you say it."
"I want you to take me," she said, her voice breaking with honesty that sent light cascading through my traceries. "Hard. Deep. Until I can't think about anything but how good you feel inside me."
The admission was my undoing. I thrust up into her in one powerful stroke that had her crying out as her back hit the wall, the force of my entry driving her up against the bulkhead while her legs tightened around my waist.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped, her head falling back as I filled her completely. "Like that. Perfect."
I began moving with primal force that came from being pushed beyond rational thought. This was claiming, pure and simple. Raw, urgent possession expressed through bodies already attuned to one another, but never unleashed with this level of need.
"You feel incredible," I snarled against her throat, my hips snapping up with force that made the bulkhead shake with each impact. "So tight around me. Like you were made for this."
"I was," she gasped, answering each of my thrusts with her own. "Made for you. Made to be claimed. Made to be yours."
Her words sent something wild through me, overwhelming enough to make rational thought impossible. I increased the pace until we were both gasping, her body taking everything I gave her and demanding more with each sound that escaped her throat.
"Harder," she commanded, her hips bucking against mine. Her nails dug into my shoulders, anchoring herself as if I were the only solid thing in the universe. "I want to feel this tomorrow. Want to remember exactly how good you make me feel."
Every thrust was a strike against the memory of her cell, every gasp she made a victory against the silence of our separation. I drove into her, erasing the pain with pleasure so fierce it bordered on violence.
"Mine," I snarled with each thrust, the word becoming a mantra. "Mine to claim, mine to possess."
"Yours," she agreed breathlessly, her voice catching as I found the angle that made her cry out. "Always yours."
The confirmation sent something wild loose in my chest. Her body's reaction to mine went beyond normal sensation—her inner muscles clenching around the ridges, a response so intense it was almost a vibration. With each thrust, I watched her back arch and heard her breath catch, her sounds telling me my anatomy was hitting places she'd never felt before.
I changed position without withdrawing, bracing one hand against the wall while the other gripped her hip, using my enhanced strength to control the rhythm and depth. The new angle let me go deeper, hit spots that made her scream my namewith broken pleasure. Her awareness fixed on the patterns of light flaring with each thrust—the silver lines pulsing against her inner walls, a constant, glowing reminder of the alien male claiming her so completely.
"That's it," I said, feeling her inner muscles begin to flutter as her climax approached. "Come for me. Give me your release while I fuck you against this wall."
She came apart with a cry that seemed to shake the ship's frame, her body convulsing around me while I continued driving into her through the waves of her release. But I wasn't finished—wasn't even close to satisfied.
"Again," I commanded, maintaining the pace even as she trembled with oversensitivity. "I want to feel you lose control again."
"I can't," she gasped, though her body was already answering the continued stimulation. "Too much."
"You can," I said with absolute conviction, adjusting my angle to find new sources of pleasure while she writhed in my grip. "You can take everything I give you and more. You're strong enough, perfect enough, and mine enough."
