Chapter 11

Chapter

Eleven

DROXAN

M y female was perfect. Filling my mouth with her come. My prize.

I would never get enough of her taste. Even as I lapped and sucked every last drop, I wanted more.

Patience , I chided myself, even as I ground my cock against the cushions, desperate desire riding me hard.

Lyra was coming down from her orgasm, the pulsing of her walls beginning to soften, though they still squeezed against my fingers.

My Instinct was urging me to mate. To fuck . To fill her with my seed, to plant it deep in her womb, to breed her. A constant purring was threading up my throat, mixing with a growl. I didn't want to scare her. I didn't want to?—

"Your turn," came her own husky demand. "Stand up."

As if my brain had turned off and she alone controlled my body, I pushed up from between her legs.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and glassy from her orgasm, as she came to kneel before me.

" Vrax ," I bit out harshly when her fingers tugged down the waistband of my trews and my cock swung out, nearly hitting her cheek. Warning her, I hissed, "Lyra, I won't last long if you do this."

Her eyes were round and wide on my cock but it didn't stop her hand from curving around the base. The head of my engorged cock was slick with the beginnings of my seed, the sheen opalescent in the firelight.

" Gods ," she whispered, sliding her look of disbelief from my cock up to my eyes. The want there nearly made me come. "I think your cock might actually be perfect."

I laughed at the unexpected comment but it sounded strained in my desire. "You think so, female? It's all yours."

I had no warning when she shifted forward, tugging my cock up as she laid the flat side of her tongue against the bottom, licking a long, dragging, hot line up the sensitive flesh.

" Fates ," I hissed, my eyes rolling back briefly, my legs nearly giving out from underneath me. My hands moved through the silky strands of her hair. More pre-come pushed from my tip and I bellowed out a rough cry when she sucked on it hard, tasting me, her cheeks hollowing as she looked up at me. "Lyra!"

"Yes?" she teased, her eyes half-lidded. "You taste so good, Droxan."

Who are you ? I wanted to ask her. And where the vrax have you been all my life ?

But I knew exactly who she was.

My fated mate.

That thunderbolt of knowledge reverberated in my chest. At first, when she'd crash landed on Ullima, it had filled me with dread and dismay. Now?

I don't know if I can let her go , I thought desperately. I don't know if I can survive if she walks away from me .

It took me less than two days to come to that realization. Luxirian males rarely survived without their fated mates. Those that did became shells of themselves.

If Lyra left, if she returned to Wero, would that be my fate too?

Her fist ran down my cock though she couldn't fit all of me in the confines of her palm. She ducked her head again and I felt the familiar heat rumbling in my varx.

"I'm going to come," I hissed in warning. " Vrax , you drive me to madness, female!"

She hummed around my cock, her multi-colored eyes flashing up to mine.

"The feeling is mutual," she informed me.

Then she took me deep. Her fist ran up and down my cock as her head bobbed, as my hands clenched in her hair, holding her to me when I crossed the line that I couldn't come back from.

All the pent up tension from the day came releasing from me at once. Even though I tried to pull back, she didn't let me. My cock spasmed and the hot sear of my seed came rushing up, bursting across her tongue.

She moaned. I wondered if I tasted as good to her as she did to me. As my bellow shook the damn walls of my dwelling, I felt her suck and lap at my slit, drinking down every last lash of my come on her tongue.

And even when I was spent, when my body jerked and a ragged, deep moan burst from my throat, she was still seeking more.

My knees finally gave way. When I fell back to the cushions, I dragged her against me.

Her lips were at my throat as she cuddled up to me. The blunt edge of her teeth as she nibbled and sucked at my neck had me groaning.

"You're still hard," she commented, running her palm down my tunic-covered chest. "Is that…is that normal?"

I grunted, unable to form a single coherent word. Not yet.

Just as I'd suspected, the orgasm did nothing to satisfy the Instinct's demands. For either of us. Lyra was rubbing herself against me, the delicious slide of her body so damn right . My cock bobbed and pulsed, hard and ready, even on the heels of that mind-numbing orgasm.

" Tev ," I finally said. "For us, tev . It is normal."

"For us?" she whispered, pulling away from my neck to peck a kiss across my lips.

I swallowed, squeezing her lush backside, as her fingers tugged at the hem of my tunic.

"It's going to be a long night," I growled at her, helping her peel off the material that shielded my chest from her view. She wiggled up my body and my nostrils flared when her dull little claws dug into my pectorals, a thoroughly possessive grip, one that made me even harder.

"I'm ready for it," she said, her lips curling up into a grin.