Chapter 25
Jasmine
My lips were swollen and tingling from where his mouth had stolen every coherent thought from my brain. The fury at being carried through the warbird like a disobedient child still simmered beneath my skin but tangled up in all of that was a terrible, confusing, and overwhelmingwant.
The frostbitten prick was right. My body did ache for him in ways that made no sense.
I hated that the Vandar who was the reason I'd been torn from everything and everyone I loved could make my knees liquid and my heart rate spike and my body burn for things I'd never let myself want before.
I was supposed to be fighting against my captivity, plotting my escape, or at least trying to convince him why he should release me. Falling for him had never been part of the plan. And that's exactly what it felt like. Like falling into something I couldn't control, couldn't stop, and couldn't escape no matter how hard I tried.
I stared up at him, my chest heaving, my resistance crumbling with every passing second. His golden eyes were churning with desire, his chest rising and falling as rapidly as mine.
“Tvekit,” I murmured, scoring my fingers through his hair again and yanking his mouth to mine. My body had betrayed me, screaming ‘yes’ even as the rational, sensible part of my mind screamed ‘no.’
Then he was on me, his lips moving urgently as he tumbled me to the bed. Eager hands tugged at the leather armor strapped to my shoulders and the belt cinching my waist, both of which were stripped off my body without him breaking our kiss. Somehow he also shed his battle kilt and armor within seconds, tossing them to the floor as he kicked off his boots.
His tongue tangled with mine as he rolled me so that I was on top of him, and his hands were moving down my hips and thighs, gathering my dress in handfuls as they went. Then they were sliding up again, bringing the fabric with them so that my dress was hitched over my hips and then my belly and then he was tugging it fervently above my breasts. I tore my mouth from his so he could pull the dress over my arms and head, my bare breasts bouncing as they were freed.
With a guttural moan, Wrexxon captured one stiff nipple in his mouth as he cupped the other mound in his hand, thumbing the pebbled peak. I let my head arch back, a gasp of pleasure writhing from my lips as he sucked.
All rational thought fled my brain as he again flipped me over, this time onto my back so he was on top of me, propped up on one elbow as he lavished attention on my breasts. My eyelids fluttered shut as I surrendered to the sensations of his roughtongue swirling around one nipple while his calloused thumb caressed the other.
Wrexxon parted my legs with one knee, one hand locked on the swell of my breast and the other keeping him propped up. But something else entirely was sliding up the inside of one leg. My eyes flew open when something furry slid between my thighs, teasing my slick opening.
The warlord snatched his mouth from my breast and lifted his head to meet my gaze. “I do not usually do gentle or slow, but for you?” A growl reverberated from deep within his chest. “I promise not to break you completely.”
Then the not-inconsequential tip of his tail was pushing inside me. I wanted to fight it, to tell him that I was not his to claim, but I knew that would be a lie. The truth was that I wanted it, I wanted him. I wanted to take everything he could give me. And a part of me, the maddening part that never backed down, wanted to prove I could take him like no one else ever had.
His jaw tensed, a muscle ticking as his tail pushed farther. “Gods of old, you take my tail like you were meant for it.”
I wrapped my legs around him, arching to take him deeper. “That’s not all of yours I want to take, Raas.”
He made a rough noise in his throat then slid down my body, his tail working deeper inside me. Hooking my knees over his shoulders, he opened my thighs and buried his face between them. When his deft tongue found my clit, I dug my fingers in to his shoulders and sucked in a desperate breath.
I was no virgin, but my experience was limited to fumbling encounters under heavy blankets while trying not to make any noise or expose any body parts to frozen air. The boys in thecolony had been as earnest as they were clueless, and none had even thought of doing anything but fucking fast.
As fierce and powerful as the Vandar was, he did not pound into me like he could have, taking his pleasure brutally. No, it was clear he knew his way around females, and it was just as clear that he got off on controlling pleasure.
He matched the languorous flicks of his tongue to the rhythmic thrusts of his tail, his hands gripping my ass cheeks to keep me open for him. My moans were unrepentant, all thoughts of resisting him gone.
When he paused for a beat, I almost cried out. I lifted my head to look down my own naked body to where he gazed at me. His eyes flicked to my breasts. “Touch yourself and think of my cock splitting you. I want you desperate and begging before I fuck you.”
His commands should have made me bristle, but they fired something hot and needy inside me. I cupped my own breasts as he watched, his gaze predatory. I squeezed my own hard nipples then ran the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip as a hungry groan escaped from Wrexxon.
Then his mouth was on my clit again, sucking eagerly as his tail worked inside me, twisting and moving until my breath was ragged and my hips twitched. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my release rushed even closer, tremors of pleasure roiling through me as the Raas gripped my hips tighter. But even his strength couldn’t keep my body from bucking as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
I released my grip on my breasts, scraping my fingers through his hair and holding his head as I rocked into his tongue,clenching around his furry tail again and again. I didn’t even realize I was screaming until I flopped back on the bed and the sound stopped, the echo of it ringing in my ears as I tried to remember how to breathe.
Then Wrexxon was crawling up my body as he dragged his tail from me. I might have been sated and spent, but the look in his eyes told me that he had only begun to take what he needed from me.
“Beg me,” he ordered, the words furtive and sharp. “Beg me to fuck you, Jasmine.”
Everything up to that point should have been warning enough. He’d already filled me with his thick tail and licked me until I’d screamed. The last thing I should be doing was begging him for more, but that was exactly what I wanted. More.
“I want you,” I whispered, still in a pleasure-soaked haze.
He settled himself between my slack legs, holding himself above me on his elbows so that our faces were flush. “What do you want? I want to hear you say it.”
