Chapter 9

Chapter

Nine

TARUK

Z oe pants beneath me. I'm wondering just how far I can push this little human. Just how much of me can she take before she shatters… again?

I can't decide if I am furious at her for all the chaos she has brought to my life or impressed by how she handled it. Even after making a mistake, she did what was necessary to fix it and never complained.

"So what will it be?" I ask her. I rock my hips against hers, and she groans.

"Please, Taruk," my name on her tongue is so sweet. The look she sends me, both desperate and oddly vulnerable, is my undoing. Whatever frustrations I have pent up and ready to spend, they aren't her fault. Not entirely. She's had a hard day, and I find myself just wanting to please her.

To be happy, once again.

"Hmm, pleasure it is then," I nip at her ear. Zoe's hands cling to my biceps, holding on. Her little fingernails dig into my skin surprisingly well, despite their fragility. The tiny pinch of pain only fires me up more. Unbidden, my hips jerk, and I feel my cokas gliding through her folds. I pull back just enough to see my glistening red member against her pale skin. We look so different. Yet this feels so right.

I reach down and run my fingers over my staff and sacks, already coated in her need. I wonder how it will feel inside of my tiny female.

The thought of Zoe clenching around me, her inner walls gripping me…

"Do you want me inside of you?" I ask her, a brutal smile crossing my lips. I'm not a handsome male by far, especially after I received so many scars from my work, yet Zoe doesn't seem frightened by my appearance at all.

She's perhaps the first female to not shy away from me. Even when we first met, she seemed more determined to hate me, accusing me of planning to kill her beloved pet, than fear me.

"I thought this was supposed to be pleasure, not torture," she laughs. "Please, Taruk, I need you now."

I line myself up with her entrance, positioning myself over the top of her. She widens her legs, wrapping them around me. It's all the more surprising when she tries to pull me forward, to enter her faster. She's so small. I don't want to risk hurting her. So I take my time. Painstakingly sliding into her heated depths. I want to shove in, I want to take all of her in one solid thrust that will have her screaming… but I have no idea if my sacks will even fit. The tension bearing down on them is intense—the most pleasure I've ever felt.

Beneath me, Zoe whimpers. She squirms and pants as I rock, sliding inch by inch deeper inside of her. Her eyes are closed, and her face… she's in bliss.

I rock into her deeper, harder. My bulge slides inside of her, filling her tight tunnel so wonderfully. The pressure is intense. It takes all my willpower to not explode immediately. No, she will enjoy this experience more than me. I will see to that.

Zoe's eyes snap open, her gaze focusing on mine.

Her fingers thread through my hair, brushing against the stubs of my horns. I snarl down at her, at the sudden reminder of my failing… Instead, she pulls herself up for a kiss, her lips soft against mine.

"More, please," she begs me. She doesn't care. She doesn't reject me. She just wants… me.

I don't break her stare as I ram into her, my thrusts bordering on violent. She arches her back, her soft breasts pressed against my chest.

"Yes!" She cries out. Her need, her desire, is addictive. I slide in and out of her with each thrust, slamming my entire length inside of her.

It's not enough. I need more of her.

I gather her in my arms, lifting her until she's seated in my lap, and then I'm pistoning into her. Her hips buck as she wildly moans, and I grip her hips tight to keep her in place. My claws prick her skin. I slam her over and over down onto my cokas, reveling at the way it makes her sob out her pleasure. I'm buried deep, deeper than ever before.

Her entire body stiffens in my arms, and she shatters. Her core clamps down upon me, drawing out my own release with an intensity I've never experienced before. My roar mingles with her cries as I fill her with my seed.

And not once do we break our stare. Even as I lower us back to the bedding. My body draping over hers, I lean heavily on one arm to keep my entire weight from crushing her. She doesn't even seem to notice, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me flush against her.

"How… how are you still hard?" She laughs, a look of disbelief and awe on her face.

Her fingertips brush the scar along my cheek with a gentle caress, startling me. I lean into it, longing for just a bit of tenderness in my life. Everything about Zoe is soft and caring…

She's what I've always wanted.

My heart stops beating, and my entire body, once relaxed and languid, goes cold.

No. I can't do this. I can't find pleasure with a female. I definitely can't mate a human. Not after…

"We shouldn't have done this," I hear myself say as I pull away from her warmth and comfort. "This was a mistake."

I snatch up my clothing and flee from the room. My pride won't even let me claim this as a strategic retreat; I'm running from a female. But then again… haven't I been for a while now?