9. Terra

NINE

TERRA

I snaked my hand around his neck and pulled him close, crushing our mouths together. This time, there was no hesitation—just pure, unadulterated need colliding between us.

Darrokar’s arms wrapped around me, one sliding low along my spine to pull me against him while the other tangled in my hair. The sharp tips of his claws scratched lightly at my scalp, sending a shiver rippling down my body that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with lust.

I arched into him, relishing how hard he felt beneath his thin training pants.

A growl escaped him as I nipped at his bottom lip, catching it gently between my teeth before soothing the sting with a swipe of my tongue. He groaned, a low rumble from deep within his chest. It vibrated against my ribs and sent bolts of energy sparking through my veins.

He released his grip on my waist only to bring both hands up, cupping either side of my face. His thumbs stroked across my jawline, tracing its contours reverently. The touch was surprisingly tender considering that he had claws that could tear me to shreds with one wrong move.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than you,” he murmured against my lips before dipping his head lower. His tongue traced a scorching path along my throat and collarbone while his fingers slid down over my shoulders until they reached the neckline of my borrowed armor top.

I sucked in a deep breath as those razor-sharp points trailed delicately across my skin. Even through the haze of desire, some distant corner of my brain marveled at how careful he was being with me.

There was only the hot stone of the training floor, and though this was Darrokar's private quarters, it wasn't exactly secluded. Anyone could walk in on us.

I couldn' t care.

The world had narrowed to this moment: me, him, and his hands peeling away my clothes.

He tugged impatiently at the straps holding my armor together, fumbling clumsily with the fastenings in his haste to remove them from me entirely. Until, with a sexy growl, he tore through the straps with his claws, slicing them to ribbons.

If I had any survival instincts left, I'd be running right now. But it was too late. My pulse thundered against his lips.

“Terra …” He whispered my name like a prayer as he pulled back far enough for our eyes to meet once more—and what I saw burning within their depths took my breath away completely.

It wasn’t just lust or desire—it ran deeper than that somehow—older and wilder than anything I’d ever felt before in my life.

And it scared me how much I wanted it too.

His claws trailed down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he traced every curve and dip of my body before finally coming to rest upon my hips. He gripped them firmly, possessively, drawing me even closer until there wasn’t so much as an inch separating us.

“ Luvae ," he growled, lips pressing against my neck .

I didn't know exactly what it meant, even with the translator, even after he'd used it so many times, but the word sent a shiver down my spine. I tilted my head back, offering him better access. His tongue traced patterns across my skin, leaving trails of fire wherever it touched.

I was on the ground before I realized he was laying me down, my legs spread and his hips nestled between them, his heavy weight pinning me in place. I could feel the hard length of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants and pressing insistently between my thighs.

The stone of the training floor was hot against my naked back, and the heat of Darrokar above me only intensified the sensation. It should've been uncomfortable, maybe even painful, but instead, I found myself arching into it, craving more of the delicious friction that was building between us.

He shifted slightly, angling himself so that his hips rubbed against mine in a way that made stars burst behind my eyes. "More," I panted, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his thick, dark hair. He obliged, grinding against me, his movements slow and deliberate and utterly intoxicating.

His tail curled around one of my ankles, locking it in place while his claws hooked under my knee, lifting it higher, allowing him to tear my pants off until I was completely nude. His wings flared wide, casting shadows over us both.

Then he curled them in tight and grinned. "I want to devour you, luvae ." He leaned down, and his lips captured one of my nipples. I gasped, arching against him as he teased it with his tongue, flicking and circling the sensitive peak until it hardened beneath his touch.

His tail flicked up between my thighs, caressing the slick folds there until it found my clit. The contact sent sparks dancing through me, making me buck helplessly against him.

He made a rumbly sound in his chest that vibrated against me, and I moaned shamelessly in response.

My breasts ached for him to pay attention to them, and he must've sensed it because his tongue licked a hot line from one nipple to the other before his teeth scraped across them, sending shivers of pleasure racing through my body. He sucked on one, then the other, drawing each tip between his fangs until they were swollen and sensitive.

I never thought I could come from just that, but he had me close.

His tail continued stroking my sex, coiling itself between my thighs before plunging its smooth, scaled tip into me. It thrust in and out slowly, methodically, building the pressure inside me with every stroke. I was dripping with need, aching for more.

Holy fucking shit.

It was beyond unreal. And from the tone of Darrokar's dark, sensual laugh, it was only beginning.

Darrokar's tail withdrew from me, leaving me panting and reeling. I barely caught my breath before his hands were on me again, lifting and turning me onto my side. His powerful body moved with a graceful, predatory fluidity that captivated me.

“Look at me,” he commanded in a voice rough with desire. His golden eyes glowed intensely, reflecting the dim, fiery light of the cavern. I obeyed, turning slightly to see him kneeling beside me, his wings arched behind him like dark, menacing arches.

He was an impressive sight—black scales gleaming with a reddish tint, muscles dancing under his skin as he moved, his erection straining against the now-far-too-tight fabric of his combat trousers.

He stripped them away, revealing his cock in all its alien perfection.

I was mesmerized by the sight, my earlier curiosity now a blazing inferno of fascination. His penis was unlike anything human, with its base covered in black and red scales, transitioning into red flesh with thick, dark veins that throbbed. The tip was uncut, surrounded by a fleshy, tongue-like structure that moved independently, twitching in anticipation, as if inviting me closer.

A bead of liquid pearled at the tip, and without thinking, I reached out to touch it. My fingers brushed against the smooth, velvety surface, and his entire body shuddered. His whole cock was covered in a warm and slick fluid, nearly as wet as I was, and carrying his unique, intoxicating scent that made my head spin with desire.

"Terra …," Darrokar murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and raw need.

I brought my hand to my lips, tasting him. The flavor was unexpected, musky and potent, laced with an aroma that seemed to seep into my very bones. My tongue, already overly sensitive, tingled with the contact, sending a wave of arousal straight through me.

“This is part of my pheromones,” he said, watching me closely, his eyes dark with lust. “The more we do this, the more intense our arousal will grow. The harder it will be to stop. ”

There was no way I was stopping. Darrokar's gaze never left mine as he guided my hand to his erection, his cock already leaking pre-cum in anticipation. I wrapped my fingers around it, marveling at the unique texture. It was warm to the touch, almost hot, and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat in the thick veins. The scales along the base were surprisingly smooth, a subtle contrast to the ridged flesh above them.

As I began to stroke him, my thumb brushed over the intriguing tongue-like tip, sending a shiver down my spine. Darrokar's low growl vibrated through his body, his hips reflexively jerking into my touch with urgency. I teased the sensitive flesh, circling and stroking it in a rhythm that seemed to drive him wild, the obsidian scales at the base of his cock glinting in the dim light.

His pre-cum drooled steadily, smearing between my fingers and soaking into my palm, leaving a sticky trail. I leaned in, capturing the tip of his cock between my lips, and swirled my tongue around it to taste more of those intoxicating pheromones. They had a sharp, musky flavor, both familiar and unknown, fueling my own growing arousal.

Darrokar's fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my head as I lavished attention on his cock. His hips rocked into my mouth, using my rhythm to fuck himself against my tongue. The blunt, tongue-like tip bumped against the roof of my mouth, sending sparks through me with each touch.

I sucked harder, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from him.

His tail was between my legs again, stroking my folds until I was practically shaking. I moaned, the dual sensations of his cock in my mouth and his touch on my sex driving me wild.

Darrokar's wings flared, the shadows cast by their dark membrane dancing across the stone floor as he exhaled a ragged breath. His claws scraped against my shoulders, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure as I continued to explore him with my lips and tongue. I could feel the heat building between us, the air thick with the scent of us.

"Terra, your mouth … fuck," he groaned. “I need to be inside you, luvae ."

My body ached for it.

With a grunt of effort, Darrokar flipped me onto my back, his powerful form pinning me to the stone floor. I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling the thick head of his cock nudge against my entrance.

"Yes, please," I whispered, grinding against him desperately. The heat of his body enveloped me, his scales rough against my sensitive skin.

His eyes blazed with an intense golden light as he gazed down at me, his pupils dilated to slits. The air between us was alive with raw, unbridled lust, the heat from his skin radiating against my own. "You're so wet for me, luvae," he panted, his deep, gravelly voice sending shivers down my spine. His tail curled possessively around my thigh, the tip dragging lightly over my sensitive skin, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from my lips.

I nodded frantically, unable to form words as my hands gripped his forearms, anchoring myself to him. I was lost in the hunger of the moment, drowning in my own desire that seemed to mirror his. The musky scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, a heady mix of male pheromones and something uniquely his that made my head spin and my core clench around emptiness.

With a low, vicious growl, Darrokar pushed forward, the thick, sensitive head of his cock breaching my slick entrance. I gasped, my back arching off the ground as he stretched me open with a deliberate, almost brutal slowness.

"Darrokar!" I cried out, and he sank deeper. He paused, his hips still, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.

A wave of dizzying pleasure rippled through me as Darrokar's full length finally filled me, his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart. I was stuffed to the brim, every inch of him embedded deep within my core, his base pressed firmly against my sensitive clit.

The sensation of being so completely claimed by him, of his immense cock stretching me open in a way no human ever had, was overwhelming. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and my body responded with a desperate, primal urge to move, to take him even deeper.

Darrokar held himself there, buried inside me, the veins on his neck corded with tension as he fought for control. I wanted to feel him moving within me, the heavy thrusts I knew he was capable of, but instead, he stayed utterly still, as if giving me time to adjust to his overwhelming presence.

"Move … please," I begged, my voice breaking on a desperate moan. "I need to feel you."

With a sharp, guttural growl, Darrokar surged forward, his hips snapping against mine in a relentless rhythm that stole my breath and shattered my control. He pounded into me with brutal efficiency, each thrust driving me deeper into the stone floor, the force of his movements rattling my bones.

The pleasure was intense, a blinding, all-consuming fire that ravaged my senses and left me mindless in its wake. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, using the leverage to meet his thrusts, to take him as deep as he could go. My nails raked down his back, leaving scored trails on his scales as I gripped him, holding on for dear life as he ravished me.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by my ragged gasps and moans, filled the cavern. Darrokar's cock throbbed inside me, his thickness stretching me in ways that bordered on pain, but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort. My inner walls clenched around him, milking his length as he pounded into me, the friction building with each merciless stroke.

" Luvae , I can feel you … so close," Darrokar panted, his voice a rough growl. His golden eyes flickered with a feral glow, his gaze feverish and possessive as he watched me.

I could only moan incoherently, my body moving in time with his, seeking that exquisite release that eluded me. The pressure inside me built to a crescendo, my walls pulsing around his cock as he drove into me harder, faster.

And then, with a keening cry, I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over me, leaving me gasping and trembling in Darrokar's passionate grasp.

Darrokar's powerful body tensed, his muscles rippling beneath his scales as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. He groaned, a deep, carnal sound that vibrated past his chest and into mine. His cock throbbed, pulsating with a rhythmic intensity that seemed to synchronize with my own clenching release.

"I'm going to come," he warned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Hold on, luvae ."

With a guttural roar, he released, his hips jerking with each violent spasm as he emptied himself inside me. His hot seed flooded my core, coating my inner walls with a thick, viscous warmth. I felt every pulse, every tremor of his climax, the sensation almost unbearably intense as he filled me to the brim.

The heat of his release seared through me, intensifying the pleasure already coursing through my veins. I was helpless to do anything but surrender to the overwhelming sensations, my body wracked with the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

Darrokar nuzzled into my neck, repeating one word over and over. " Luvae. Luvae. Luvae ."

And something in me finally understood. It didn't mean mine . Not exactly.

It meant mate.