Chapter 7

Caitlyn

The hot water felt good against my skin and took away a chill I had not even realized had settled deep into my bones. When I thought about it, I had to admit that flying high in the air in a cocktail dress and blazer was not the smartest move. Had we kept flying even longer, I could have seriously risked hypothermia. Was that why we'd stopped here? Had Kal noticed? I sure hadn't, too engrossed in my reading to be aware of my body or much else around me.

I wasn't distracted now, that was for sure. I was extremely aware of my almost naked body pressed so intimately against Kal's definitely entirely naked one. His stone gray skin felt smooth and hard beneath my fingertips, each of his muscles like ropes of steel. He let me pet him along his shoulders and then satisfy my curiosity when I ran my fingertips along the edges of his wings. He shuddered, the first hint that he might lose some of that exciting control he had.

"So very tempting, little human," he rumbled, and then that massive chest kept vibrating with something that was definitely a purr. It brushed against my nipples and I couldn't hold back a moan when that shot pleasure through me, straight to the core of me. His answering groan was satisfying, and then he bucked his hips against me, and I felt that straining erection wedge between my thighs.

He exerted all that control then to get me exactly where he wanted me. Spreading my thighs around his hips in the water so he could rub himself against my clit through my panties. His grip was firm as he cupped my backside to him, his tail winding around my calf beneath the water, and his free hand gliding along my spine to unsnap my bra with a practiced twist of his fingers.

I was so close to an orgasm already; how did he do that to me each time? I had not forgotten that illicit moment just outside the wrecked ship; how he'd made me ride his thigh and spiral for him in a matter of minutes. On Aderia, and at college on Earth, I'd had flings, even dated, but never had my body responded the way it did to him. That meant something, at least out here in the Zeta Quadrant, but I did not want to think about that.

"Let me taste you," he growled, and that tone made my body ache for him. Maybe I didn't need to snap his control. Maybe I liked him just fine like this; my body certainly did. He lifted me to the water's edge, settling my butt on a smooth rock, and then he cupped his warm, leathery wings around my back to hold me in place. Definitely still completely in control, even when I touched my fingers to the horns that crowned his head, touched the smooth gold of the circlet he wore.

He shredded my panties with his claws, and with my legs draped over his shoulders, I could only lean into his wings and let him do what he wanted. I had no objections; I'd be crazy to say no to that. His tongue was rougher than that of a human, or an Aderian for that matter, a little bumpy and ridged, which felt amazing against my clit. Each precise lap of his tongue sent me climbing to that peak, and when I felt the soft brush on the tip of his tail flick over my opening, I was done for.

A shout ripped from me as the orgasm crested. I threw back my head, trusting him to hold me up, to hold me safe. For a blinding moment, all I saw was stars as the pleasure gripped me. The dancing images resolved themselves into the glowing seeds threaded through the branches above me like fairy lights.

I was breathing rapidly, and in my chest my heart was beating wildly. Kal's mercury eyes glowed at me from between my legs, from the shadows created by his wings. "Say it," he growled, sharp fangs flashing in his mouth with the demand. "Tell me you need my cock."

A rebellious streak ignited in me at that arrogant demand. I didn't normally take well to being told what to do in bed, not anywhere; that's why I ran my own lab. Honestly, I tended to hate it even more when a man tried to make me say things in bed. It took me out of the flow, out of the mood even. But Kal… His voice did something to me, and when he tilted his head, his mercury eyes pierced me with a glance.

"I need to hear you say it," he said, just as arrogantly, just as gruffly. It was the word ‘need' that did it for me. That word was honest; it was the truth. He really needed to hear me say it. This was something that would please him, and I had the sudden sense that this wasn't just some power play.

With a sigh, I shifted my body to an upright pose and draped my arms around his neck. He let my thighs slip from his shoulders to accommodate the move, and that felt like the tiniest hint of surrender. He was meeting me halfway. "Kal, I need you to fill me with your cock," I whispered against his pointed ear.

The shiver that racked his body was a reward all on its own. I did not expect words to have that much power, or that he would be the one to ask me to use them, but it was like it unleashed something inside of him. The growl he emitted was beastly, feral. He snatched me from the rock and threw us back into the warm, welcoming water. Surrounded by his wings, his arms, and the teasing tail that flicked over my wet skin.

He pressed his cock to my core, notching the round mushroom tip against my opening, and started pushing into me. Some species out here were very differently shaped, but the Tarkan were highly compatible with a human. Like his rougher, bumpy tongue, his cock had ridges and bumps. They swirled around the sides in interesting patterns and rubbed along my walls as he slid into me.

It should have been too much, his size, all the heady sensations he rocked me with, but I felt like an addict, craving all that he could give me. There were no objections now; there was no room for thought at all. He pinned me against the side of the hot spring, restraining me with all of his limbs, tail, arms, even his wings. Splitting my thighs wide with his hips so he could rock into me with steady, rough thrusts.

His mouth covered mine, tongue tangling, fangs scraping along my bottom lip. I could feel his chest, the hard gray skin that covered him, as it pressed against my hard nipples. Every touch, every sound he made sent my pleasure skyrocketing. He'd lost it, just like I had imagined, rutting into me like a beast and taking and taking. Hollowing me out and then filling me up so good.

I raked my nails roughly over the back of his neck and along his shoulders, growing wild and crazy with my own need. Then his mouth traveled along my cheek to my neck and he bit down right as he slammed into me. It was too much. The pleasure burned through me, my orgasm cresting with a sharp lance and echoing spasms as I clenched around him. "Ah, Kal!" the shout was too loud. It caused a riot of noise as alien birds screamed and took to the night skies.

Then he roared, the sound vibrating through my body from where his mouth pressed to my neck, and through his cock deeply embedded inside of me. I felt it as his seed erupted from him, each twitch and kick of that thick erection. The world seemed to grow quiet around us, save for the rough panting and our racing hearts.

Kal held me tight, keeping us close together. It made me feel safe. It made me feel like he was all that was keeping me from falling apart and drifting away on the water's gentle current. What just happened was new, and it was bigger than and better than I'd ever felt before.

He lapped the skin of my neck with his rough tongue, and I felt a sting, small but definitely there. An image of his sharp canine teeth flashed before my eyes and I wondered if he'd broken skin when he bit down. I'd never had a lover bite me during intercourse, but that sharp pinch, that animal claim, that had caused the best orgasm of my life. Who knew?