Chapter 9

Rikki

I couldn’t believe I’d said that, but I was crazy if I didn’t give voice to at least some of the swirling feelings inside of me. It felt really strange to be impulsive about something this huge, but when in Rome? Or outer space, as the case was.

His surprised expression certainly made me feel good, as did the heat that swirled in his azure eyes. I loved that gaze; it made everything in me tingle. I no longer felt conflicted about being with him, about this attraction between us, either. He was such a good guy. Okay, maybe not really that good a guy, but he was so good to me. Out here, I was pretty sure that was the only thing that really mattered.

I rose on my knees, slid my hand along his naughty tail, and grinned when that made him shudder. My intention was to reach up to him so I could kiss him, but I never got that far. The room spun around me as he threw me back onto the mattress and caged me against the soft surface with his arms and his chest. That tail reached its final destination, pushing against my folds and sending a sharp lance of pleasure through me.

The moan that rose from my throat never got far; his mouth claimed mine in a fierce kiss. It was possessive, a claim, and it shivered through me when a deep sound rumbled from his chest at the same time. I was almost positive that he was purring.

Not one to stay passive for long; I spread my thighs and eagerly curled them around his hips. My fingers dug into his black and blue hair, tunneling through the silky strands until they brushed against his horns. That made him growl against my mouth and I twisted my wrists so I could curl my fists around them.

His tail stroked against me roughly, pleasure shooting through me as it put pressure on my clit. Then it was gone so suddenly that I whined against him. No, come back! That felt good. He laughed against my lips, his nose brushing along mine. “Easy, sweetheart. I’m just taking the knife off. I’ll take care of you. You know I will.” Yeah, I did. That’s what he’d proven to me the past twenty-four hours, over and over. I couldn’t believe I’d only known him for that short a time; it already felt so much longer.

Soon his tail returned between my thighs and this time he stroked with much more purpose. The spade-shaped tip flicked along my folds with precision and exactly the right rhythm and pressure. We were wearing too many clothes; I wanted to feel him against my skin. The thought had barely crossed my mind or Thar’oc let out another fierce growl; his forehead furrowed in a deep frown. With a ripping noise, he tore his shirt from my body, and his sharp claws made quick work of the black body suit next.

I did not complain about seeing those clothes shredded from my flesh; I never wanted to wear that stupid catsuit again. My mercenary had already bought me new, better things. So the suit could burn for all I cared.

His claws never touched my skin, infinitely careful with my fragile body. His mouth was far rougher when he dragged it from my lips, down the column of my throat, and then settled it over one of my nipples and sucked. I screamed, spine arching as I came off the mattress in his arms. Sharp pleasure burned a path straight to my core, where his tail was still expertly stroking through my folds.

His purr rumbled deeply in his chest, vibrating through my body in all kinds of delicious ways. His hand roamed, pulling scraps of my torn suit from my skin. I felt his fingers along my hip, then curve around my rear and squeeze. His tail was suddenly against slick wet skin, my core open to him, and he took immediate advantage. I felt the arrowhead press against me. It pushed in; and wider than a pair of fingers, it stretched me.

My fingers clenched around his horns and when he lifted his head from my nipple, I yanked him back down by those handholds. He laughed, his chuckle deep and husky. He didn’t comply, twisting his head against my sensitive skin to lick along the valley between my breasts, and then a path to the other nipple. Yes, that was a good idea too!

“You are tight,” he growled, his tail pushing more firmly until suddenly the head slid all the way in. Instantly, I saw stars. I hadn’t noticed the nubbed little ridge along it, but I noticed it now. It rubbed along my walls, then against my G-spot. That was all it took, an orgasm crashing through me. My toes curled, my breathing faltered, and my heart raced inside my chest.

“Fuck, Thar’oc,” I moaned. My fingers twitched against his horns, pulling him up, then against my breast again. I didn’t know what I wanted; a kiss? That suction on my sensitive peak? He rumbled a deep laugh, but thankfully, he took control. His mouth claimed mine in a scorching kiss while his tail continued to fuck me through my peak.

As the last of my orgasm ebbed away, he pulled that tip from my core with a wet noise. Still dressed himself, I had the pleasure of watching him rise on his knees between my thighs. He yanked the fly on his pants open and freed his erection. It was as thick as my wrist, proudly stabbing into the air with a narrow, charcoal-gray head. Ribs lined the upper part while two silver bars glinted along the bottom of the head; he was pierced.

Just like everywhere else, he had these jagged lightning lines of blue on his cock. They glowed far brighter than anywhere else, and they looked thicker too, like veins. That thing was going to feel so different inside of me, and I couldn’t wait to find out.

He lined us up, hooking my thigh over one of his arms, the other yanked wider for him by a loop of his tail. His azure eyes locked on my face. There was no asking permission visible in that glance; I only saw a possessive claim. He surged into me with a first shallow stroke, my body arching as sensation shot through me. The wide, spade-shaped head of his tail had forged the way. I was open for him.

Each ridge along the top of his cock bumped along my wall, rubbing my G-spot, while the piercings along the bottom stroked with a different texture. It was the glowing veins that truly felt different. They were hotter than the rest of him. When he bottomed out, I dug my toes into his hips. “Thar’oc,” I panted, “Please.” I didn’t even know if I was asking him to move or to give me time to adjust.

His grin was wicked and scorching hot, the pace he set rough enough to scoot me across the smooth surface of the air mattress. I had never before been able to come from penetration alone, but I was certain I would this time. His cock felt like nothing I could compare it to. It felt perfect, and my peak was so close, I could taste it.

Then he did something with his hips, a better angle, deeper, and that crest burst over me like a tidal wave. I shouted, I moaned, and my body thrashed in his grip. I came so hard I saw stars; the pleasure spiraled through me from my center, a rush of warmth that filled my chest.

His rapid pace stuttered when I clamped down on him, his thick intrusion tightly in my grasp. Then I felt him as he hurled over the edge after me, his erection twitching, swelling, and then the hot wash of his seed. He roared as he came, his deep voice rattling the pipes above our heads. There was no mistaking what kind of creature had just fucked me: an alien, a demon, a ruthless killer. A protector all mine.