Samira

SAMIRA

I gasped as Arkon filled me completely again, his massive cock, those strange flanges, stretching me to my limits. The intensity of our connection overwhelmed my senses. Just as I adjusted to his size, he spun me around, pressing my hands against the cold metal wall.

“,” he growled, his breath warming my neck. He drove into me again, somehow even deeper than before.

I cried out, pleasure and pain mingling into an intoxicating cocktail. My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the smooth surface as Arkon set a punishing pace.

“Arkon,” I moaned, struggling to form coherent thoughts.

He chanted my name like a mantra, each thrust punctuated by the reverent sound. “, , .”

My legs trembled, threatening to give out. Arkon’s iron grip on my hips held me in place as he continued his relentless assault on my senses.

“Come for me,” he demanded. “Say you’re mine. My mate.”

The possessive edge to his words sent a thrill through me. I teetered on the precipice of ecstasy, so close to falling over the edge.

“I’m yours,” I gasped. “Your mate. Oh gods, Arkon!”

My second orgasm crashed over me, even more powerful than the first. My inner walls clenched around him as waves of pleasure wracked my body.

Arkon didn’t slow his pace, fucking me through the aftershocks. My knees buckled, but he caught me, half-carrying me to the narrow bed.

He knelt on the thin mattress, pulling me back against his chest. One hand splayed across my stomach, the other cupping my breast as he entered me again.

I whimpered, oversensitive and overwhelmed. Coherent thought fled, leaving only raw sensation in its wake. Arkon’s name fell from my lips in a breathless litany as he drove me higher and higher.

Pleasure consumed me, wave after wave crashing over my senses. Arkon’s relentless pace drove me higher, each thrust sending sparks through my body. I lost track of time, lost in the sensations.

I came again and again, my cries echoing off the cell walls. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids, my body arching and shuddering with each climax. The intensity built until I thought I might shatter from the overload of sensation.

Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision. I fought to stay conscious, but the combination of exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure pulled me under.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on the narrow cot. The remnants of my torn clothing had been pulled over me in a crude attempt at modesty. My body ached, but it was a pleasant soreness that spoke of thorough satisfaction.

I blinked, trying to focus. Where was Arkon? A movement in the corner caught my attention. He stood there, hunched in on himself, his normally commanding presence diminished.

“Arkon?” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. I winced, remembering how I’d screamed his name over and over.

He flinched at the sound of my voice. “I’m sorry,” he said, the words barely audible. “I’ve never... I shouldn’t have...”

I struggled to sit up, ignoring the protests of my overused muscles. “Come here,” I said softly.

Arkon shook his head, pressing himself further into the corner.

“Please,” I said. “I want you near me.”

He took a hesitant step forward, then another. I kept coaxing him closer until he knelt beside the bed. Up close, I could see the wild look in his eyes, the shock etched across his features.

I reached out, cupping his face in my hand. He flinched but didn’t pull away. “Kiss me,” I whispered.

Arkon’s eyes widened. “After what I did to you?”

I shook my head. “You didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want. That I still don't want.”

“But I lost control. I could have hurt you.”

“But you didn’t,” I insisted. “I don’t blame you for what happened. If anything...” I grinned, wincing slightly as I shifted position. “My back’s a little sore, but maybe next time we can try some of those moves again. On a better bed.”

A ghost of a smile flickered across his face, there and gone in an instant.

I sobered. “But first, we need to focus on getting out of here. Out of Zhen’la’s clutches. And for that, I need you to pull yourself together.”

Arkon nodded slowly, some of the usual determination returning to his expression.

I couldn’t resist teasing him a little. “Besides, if I’m really your mate now, I want to know more about what that means.”

To my delight, a faint blush colored Arkon’s gray cheeks.

Arkon’s expression softened as he looked at me. He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for something difficult.

“There’s something I need to tell you about Vinduthi mating customs,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow, curious. “Oh? Do tell.”

He ran a hand through his hair, a surprisingly human gesture. “We have what’s called a claiming bite. It’s how we mark our mates.”

A surge of adrenaline shot through me at the word ‘mate.’ “What does that entail?”

“When a Vinduthi male bites his chosen female, it injects her with trace elements of his DNA. It... changes her.”

I leaned forward, fascinated. “Changes how?”

“It enhances strength, senses, healing abilities. The female also develops markings matching her mate’s.”

My mind whirled with the implications. “That’s incredible. Why didn’t you-”

Arkon cut me off. “I won’t do that to you, . It would alter you forever.”

I noticed him absently rubbing his forearm. I gasped as I saw the ghost of marks there - rings of teeth marks, layered over each other. Vinduthi teeth marks.

“Arkon,” I breathed. “Did you... bite yourself?”

He looked away, shame coloring his features. “I wanted to claim you so badly. I had to stop myself somehow.”

It hits me with the force of a jet engine. He’d hurt himself repeatedly to avoid changing me without my consent. My heart swelled with affection for this complex, honorable man.

I slid out of the bed, wrapping my arms around myself against the chill air. Arkon’s eyes followed my movement, hunger and longing evident in his gaze.

I stepped closer to him, close enough to feel his heat. “Arkon,” I said softly. “I want that claiming bite.”

His eyes widened in shock. “, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

I placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my palm. “I do. I want to be yours, completely. Just... not here. Not like this. But when we’re out of this mess, when we’re safe... then I want you to claim me.”

Arkon’s breath hitched. He closed his eyes, visibly struggling for control. When he opened them again, they burned with an intensity that made me weak in the knees.

“When we’re out of here,” he growled, “I’m going to make you mine in every way possible.”

The promise in his words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I stood on my tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I’m counting on it,” I whispered.