Page 46 of Phoenix's Last Heist
“Tell me I can touch you,” I beg again, my voice ragged with desperation. She slides my cock from her mouth with a wet pop, and the sight—the sound—almost makes me come.
“Why?” she asks, and despite the dim light of the room, I can see her eyes glittering with passionate challenge. Beneath the haze of raging lust, it strikes me that the play of power turns her on almost as much as it does for me, and suddenly, I know what she wants to hear—the dominant, filthy words from a man dedicated to bringing her pleasure.
“Because if you say yes, I’m going to fuck you until you come on my cock and scream my name,” I groan.
Her delighted gasp is soft—sweet. Entirely at odds with the hungry, feral excitement on her face.
“Is that so?” she murmurs, sliding her hands up my thighs to my abdomen. She drags her nails across the synesfores dotting my chest and it feels like electric sparks popping along my skin.
“Please,” I choke. The intensity of the sensation threatens to light my body on fire and I know there will be no coming back from this.
She smiles and straddles me again, positioning my cock at her slick entrance.
“Very well,” she sighs, hips poised above mine. “Since you begged me so prettily.”
In one agonizingly slow movement, she slides down onto me and I throw my head back with a desperate groan. Her wet tightness grips me perfectly, as if she was made for me.
She is, my instincts roar.
As she starts to move above me, the sleek friction of our joined bodies nearly makes me weep. It’s never been like this. Lightning arcs beneath my skin, from my nerve endings to my muscles and my entire universe narrows to one pinpoint of truth wavering in the distance like an event horizon: I will beat back the Death Goddess herself if it means feeling this again.
“Gods, Lyra, you feel so good—you’re perfect. I’ve never had anything so perfect,” I moan.
“Good,” she whimpers. “Touch me here, Orion—I want to come on your cock.” She tugs my hand away from her breast and directs my fingers to her clit, showing me the right movements and pressure. Her soft whimpers and gasps send arrows of heat straight to my cock and when she starts to move faster—bouncing up and down on top of me in a heated rhythm—I can’t hold back any longer.
With a growl, I wrap one arm around her waist and roll her beneath me. Her delighted laughter bubbles up between us and she lifts one knee up to her chest to give me better access to that secret spot of pleasure deep within her. Need pushes me on, myinstincts taking over as I piston into her, chasing the high that I know will come all too soon.
I’m mindless with lust and physical need, too far gone to heed the worries my mind whispers.What happens when this is over? She is not yours. She will go back to Brill. She will still steal from you—you cannot trust her. You’re desperate for her but she said for herself—love isn’t in her future. And once you’re gone, once this is done and you’ve come and you’re both spent, she will go on as if this was an itch to be scratched and you will never be the same.
She has ruined you for all others, and you are nothing to her.
Looking down at her beautiful face, seeing her lush lips hanging open and her sparkling violet eyes burning with lust, I refuse to face the truth of it.
“I’m close, Orion—are you gonna fill me up with that big, hard cock of yours? Come with me,” she moans.
Her lascivious words unlock the final piece of my pleasure and my orgasm rips through me like wildfire. I come with a bellow as she shrieks beneath me, thrusting her hips up to mine.
“Yes, yes!” she shouts. I lean down and bite her neck—the possessive gesture feeling ancient and primal. With that, she shatters once more, locking her legs around my waist and clawing at my back. I know there’ll be marks in the morning and it fills me with a perverse sense of male pride.My mate is well pleased.
Once the final tremors of bliss have finished rolling through our entwined bodies, I collapse in a sweaty, exhausted heap, being careful not to crush her. She nuzzles into me, emitting a satisfied hum.
“Stars, Orion—it kills me that we’ve been stuck on this ship for weeks and you could’ve been fucking me likethatthe whole time,” she chuckles.
“Is it like that for you every time?” I ask, immediately regretting my question. Sex with Lyra has been world shattering for me—galaxy shattering, even. I don’t think I can stand to hear that it isn’t for her, too.
“Actually, never mind,” I say with a wince. “I don’t think I want to know.”
She rolls over to her side and props her head up on her elbow.
“You were incredible,” she insists. “Definitely one of the best I’ve ever had.” She drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. My indignation starts to rise before I realize she’s teasing me again.
“One of the best, huh?” I say, reaching down to pinch her nipple. She squeals and tries to wriggle away from me, but I drag her back into my arms and press her against me. The telltale tingle at the base of my spine ignites again, but the buzzing is warm and pleasant. She feels too good to hold.
“Yeah, well, in order to be the best, I’m afraid you’d have to have a few more tentacles,” she answers, stifling another shriek as I swat her ass.
“Torturous creature,” I growl.
As she snuggles into my embrace, I realize the buzzing sensation at the base of my spine has eased. Glancing between us at my temporarily satisfied cock, I notice my mating nodes flicker to a bright green—a green I’ve never seen before. The Xylothian green of life, fertility—matehood. Briefly, I think my heart stops.
