Gone is the kind, patient Draz, replaced by one wild with need, feral for me.
I know I should tell him I’ll stay. I know I should say yes, that I like him, but I don’t. I need to check on my crew—
He nips lightly at my nipple, and all rational thought leaves my mind, replaced by sensation. His taloned fingers lightly tracing down my body, so careful not to hurt me. His hot mouth on my other breast, sucking and teasing. The scrape of his fangs on my breasts.
“I like these very much, my heart,” he says, biting one gently.
My breath comes in quick pants, and I’m so turned on I’m a heartbeat away from coming already.
He takes his time though, like he has something to prove.
When he finally settles between my thighs, he gives me a long look.
“Open wider.”
I make an incoherent sound and obey, letting my knees fall wide open. He leans down to my pussy, eyes closing, and inhales.
“Draz,” I say, pleading.
“Did you tease me all day today, my heart?”
“Yes,” I whimper, threading one hand through his hair.
“Then I think it’s my turn to tease.” His grin is slow and evil, and I squirm, trying to push his head down and grind up into his face simultaneously.
But he’s too strong, too big, and he just laughs, his breath warm on my sensitive flesh.
“This cunt is so wet for me. I’ve never seen anything like this.”
He raises his hand to his mouth, then neatly bites one long talon off, then another.
Oh. Oh shit.
“Look at how pink and shimmering you are,” he says, a note of wonder in his voice.
“Draz, please,” I say. My legs are shaking in earnest now, and I reach my own hand down, trying to relieve some of the ache.
“No,” he snaps, capturing my wrist, then licking the underside with his strange, bumpy tongue. “This is mine.”
“Then do it,” I beg, wiggling my hips.
He clamps one hand on my hip, pinning me in place, and lowers his face.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Please.”
“Hmm,” he says. “Not yet.” He slides the blunted tip of one finger through my pussy, and I get hot all over. “So soft. So smooth.”
“Draz.”
“That’s right,” he growls, eyes fixed on me. “That’s who you belong to, mate. Say it again.”
I clamp my lips shut, and he snarls again, a wicked and wild sound. He adds another finger, rubbing my clit between the two of them. I arch my back, trying to get more friction, more anything, but he holds me too tightly for me to get anything but frustrated.
When he runs the pad of one finger lightly down my clit, then the other, I half-sit up, crying out.
“That’s it,” he tells me, diamond-pupils so large the green of the rest of his eyes is nearly blotted out. “Tell me who this belongs to. Tell me you’re mine.”
I fall back onto my elbows, and the bastard does it again, toying with my clit.
“Ni-Kee, you are a stubborn female,” he growls. “But I can wait no longer to taste this cunt.”
He dips his head, that long, strong tongue darting out, and I nearly scream. Holy shit. Nothing has ever felt this good, this intense. He thrusts one finger inside me, and growls against my pussy, repeating the motion, until I’m about to crest, about to fall apart.
Then he stops.
“Draz,” I moan, strung out and needy. “Please.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” That tongue darts out again, licking, licking, teasing. Another finger thrusts in me, and he pumps once, twice.
“Tell me.”
“I’m close, so fucking close,” I moan.
The tongue stops, and I grit my teeth, so close to the edge that I’m going to yell with frustration and need both.
Draz tongue darts out, circling my clit, and my hands tangle in his hair.
“Yours,” I say. “I’m yours.”
An animalistic noise tears from him, and then he’s straddling me, the thick tip of his cock poised at my entrance.
“Yes,” I sob. “Please, Draz. Yours, I’m yours.”
He thrusts into me, and there’s no patience to it, no waiting for me to adjust. It’s brutal, and savage, and every fucking inch feels like heaven.
When his xof begins vibrating, growing harder against my clit, I lose any remaining semblance of control.
“Draz, Draz, Draz,” I half-chant, half-cry, feeling like the pleasure is going to tear me apart. He’s so thick, the texture of him so intense, the vibration.
“That is right, my wife. That is right, my mate,” he says, his tone savage. “Come apart on my cock.”
And I do. My fingers scrabble against the huge muscles of his arms, reveling in the power of his body, arching against him, wet and wanton.
“So perfect,” he grunts, lowering himself onto me, cradling my head as I fall back, limp.
But he doesn’t stop, the vibrating xof doesn’t stop, and soon, I’m riding a second wave to the top. I fling my legs around his waist, meeting every hard thrust.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Yours, Draz, all yours.” Reality seems to shatter against the words, against the power of my second orgasm, and all I see are stars.
“My seed will fill you now, my mate, and you will bear us many babes.”
My eyes fly open, pleasure giving way to panic. “Wait, wait, I don’t know if I’m ready for—”
His gaze is fixed on me, and the savage look is replaced by one of utter sadness. He withdraws from my body, and then his body and face go taut as he comes all over my stomach.
“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice small. That was the whole reason he wanted me, and it’s clear from the disapproving look on his face.
“Do not worry yourself, my heart. Let me clean you up.”
I should feel amazing. That was by far and away the best sex of my entire life. My body is completely limp.
But as Draz starts to wipe away the messy evidence of it, a pang of guilt goes through me.
As well as suspicion.
What if all his sweet words, all of his kindness, is all a ploy? All to get me pregnant?
I don’t want to stop having sex with him… now that we’ve done it once, I have a feeling that I’m going to get addicted to it, and quickly.
But I need to be smart about this—strategic. He wants babies.
I don’t know if I want babies, not just with him, but with anyone.
And I need to make sure Earth gets the tech they promised.
“My mate, you are beyond words. Beyond anything I’ve ever thought I could have in this life or the next,” Draz tells me, curling me into his big, muscled body. “I am so grateful you have decided to be mine.”
I close my eyes. “Yeah,” I choke out, nearly beyond words.
Because I did. I told him I was his.
What have I done?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
DRAZ
Rock crunches under my feet as I leave the cave, where my Ni-Kee sleeps peacefully. A troblek rumbles in the distance, and a flock of scarlet and indigo birds take wing, disturbed by the noise. All around me, the jungle stirs to life, full of promise for a new day.
My tail lashes behind me.
I should be pleased, thrilled, even, with finally convincing Ni-Kee to accept me as her mate. Even now, the memory of her body clenching around my cock makes me hard, my lust for her hardly slaked.