She’d turned his head. His new sum, focus and obsession?
Her.Fucking her. Keeping her close. Safe.
I gritted my teeth and fought for control as her pussy clenched and released. Willow squeezed me again, her soft moan pure fire in my blood. I wanted to hear her make that sound again. And again.
She shifted—as much as she was able—her hips moving just enough to slide her pussy up, then down, around the very base of my cock. She couldn’t move much, couldn’t escape. Couldn’t come until I gave her that pleasure. She was mine, completely at my mercy, my body buried deep inside hers.
If I’d sensed fear or remorse from her, I could have walked away. Regret. Trepidation. Worry. Anything but surrender, total and complete trust. Pleasure. Acceptance. She was exactly where she wanted to be, riding my cock, licking and kissing me, waiting—impatiently—for me to thrust in and out, take her on a ride, make her pussy melt all over my cock as I pushed her to another orgasm.
And another.
The need to do so, to give her exactly what her body needed, clawed at my already shattered conscience. She needed. It was as simple—and complicated—as that.
“Willow.” Her name was both prayer and curse leaving my lips. She never should have made that vow. She should have walked away. Too fucking late now. She gave me her word and she’d meant it. Promised me it would be safe to take what she offered. Sex without strings, two adults who agreed to give and receive pleasure. Comfort. Another being with whom I could allow myself to be touched, to hold someone. To pretend I could live a normal life and know I wasn’t going to hurt her or break her heart with my complete focus on duty? On protecting my people?
That demon inside me snarled a warning. He wanted to pound in and out of Willow’s body, fill her with seed and then lower her to the hard floor and do it all again.
She’d asked for a second. I tried to imagine what it would be like to share her with another, hold her between us as we both fucked her. Watch another male touch her. Comfort her. Hold her in his arms as she slept—vulnerable and unaware.
The monster howled. He didn’t want to share.
I shoved him back in his mental cage and drew the scent of my mate deep into my lungs. I would focus now, on what Icouldgive her.
Pleasure.
8
Zarren Helion
The floor would be toohard for her, she would bruise. The bed. I’d carry her there, bend her over the edge and take her from behind. Gods, her ass would look spectacular as I pulled her flush to my hips. Filled her up. Made her squirm.
“Zarren, move!” Willow’s words were followed by her soft whimper. “Please, please, move.”
I felt her let go of whatever piece of herself she’d been holding back. She relinquished her body, her need. Everything. I was there, in her head. She would stay with me, live with me, give me her body, and ask for nothing but protection in return. Stay with the monster who had destroyed worlds to save one life. And failed.
Terror hovered at the edge of my consciousness, but I shoved it back, locked it away so Willow would not feel it through our link.
I lifted her body, slid her pussy to the very tip of my cock, and lowered her again. She groaned, her entire being balanced on the edge of another release. She weighed nothing, so I lifted and lowered her again. And again. Her sighs became mine, the stimulation—her pussy stretched by my cock—my cock surrounded by tight, hot ridges—flowed between us like water sloshing from side to side in a pitcher. Her pleasure. Mine.
Emptiness. Disappointment.
“Willow? What is it?”
“Don’t stop.”
I leaned forward, pressing her into the wall, and pushed deep, lifting her with the strength of my thrusting cock. “Tell me what you need.”
She sighed. Squirmed. Realized I was resolute.
“It’s just, there were supposed to be two of you…” Her voice trailed off. Of course, Prillon warriors always mated in pairs, fucked their female together when they claimed her.
Did she ache for a second cock, filling her from behind, making her feel safe between two? Chosen by two? Never abandoned or left to fend for herself? I was not enough.
“Fuck.”
“It’s okay. Just keep going. Don’t stop. I’ll kill you if you stop now.” Willow’s threats were meant to appease me, assuage my guilt. I had no second, had never chosen a male to curse with my solitary existence.
I could not solve that problem at the moment, but I could assist with another.
