Whatever hesitation I might have felt before I’d wrapped my legs around his head and come on his tongue had been obliterated. “I want you to fuck me, Raas.”
His grin was sultry and slow, his lips glistening. “How do you want me to claim you? Do you want my fingers? Do you want my tail again, little rebel?”
I shook my head, the movement quick and needy. “I want your cock.”
He hummed as he slid the thick crown of his cock between my slick thighs. “You want this?”
I nodded, tilting my hips to take more of him. His tail had been a delicious tease, but suddenly the need to be filled by him was overwhelming.
“You’re mine now, Jasmine. Say it.”
My body betrayed me with its thaw-softness, abandoning all my rebellious instincts even as the deepest recesses of my mind resisted. But it was no use.
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
“My willing war bride?” He rasped, pushing his cock inside me just enough for the stretch to make me catch my breath and realize that he was even bigger than I’d imagined. “The little rebel who will warm my bed and milk my cock and submit to my every desire?”
Something in the back of my brain sounded a warning, but it was too faint, and I was too pleasure addled to care. “Yes, all of it.”
A dark laugh rumbled through him, and he lowered his head to nip my neck. “When I’m done with you, Jasmine, mine will be the only name you’ll ever scream, the only cock you’ll ever beg for.”
Before I could utter a word in response, he thrust his cock completely inside me, the shock and pain stealing my breath. I tried to gasp, but my mouth could only fall open as he held his enormous cock deep inside me. Then he was moving, and the pain morphed into an intense pleasure that released the air from my lungs.
My legs instinctively lifted to coil around his hips, my feet digging into his ass to pull him deeper.
“Greedy little rebel,” he rasped before deftly flipping around so that he was underneath me and I was on top, riding his cock.
I drew in a sharp breath as the angle made his thick crown hit even deeper, but he gripped my hips with his massive hands, lifting me up and then dragging me down the length of him. My breasts bounced with each thrust and his hot gaze raked over them and then down to where his cock split me. As he watched, he curled his tail around my waist and then the damp tip teased my clit.
He didn’t slow his pace, pumping me up and down on his cock as his tail worked my clit, and pleasure soon had me on the edge again, my head falling back and my eyelids flickering.
“Eyes on me, Jasmine,” he barked. “Look at me when you fall apart. I want to watch you when you surrender everything you vowed never to give me.”
The old Jasmine would have refused him, but with his cock filling me and making me as biddable as any drug, I met his gaze as my body detonated, the possessive gleam in his eyes filling me with a twisted sense of satisfaction even as I trembled and cried out.
Before I could catch my breath, the warlord was sitting up and shifting my legs to curl his waist. He scraped one hand up my back and threaded his fingers in my hair so he could hold my head in place as his lips captured mine again. He kissed me deeply, wildly, passionately as he knifed up, his cock jerking inside me. Finally, he tore his mouth from mine and threw his head back, bellowing as he emptied inside me with hot pulses.
I sagged against him as the Vandar drew in shuddering breaths, holding me tightly. The daze that had consumed me started to fade, and the cool air cooled my sweat slicked skin.
I gave myself a mental shake, trying to clear my head. The desperate pleas and rushed promises drifted back to me as if from a dream. It didn’t need to ask myself what had possessed me to make such reckless vows. Wrexxon had told me he was a monster. I just hadn’t known that monsters came in such irresistible packages.
Chapter 26
Wrexxon
Istormed back onto the command deck, my teeth clenched so viciously that the muscle jumped beneath the skin.
How had I let that happen? Fucking her had been a slip. A loss of control. A weakness I couldn't afford.
I'd become the Raas of my own horde and the Qeth’rex feared across multiple sectors by keeping tight control over my own desires. I never allowed emotion to drive my actions. I never let passions run unchecked. I’d learned to lock away everything soft and vulnerable where it couldn't interfere with my role as the ruthless weapon my people needed.
And now? Now one female had my emotions roiling like a storm and my desire threatening to overwhelm every rational thought. If I’d thought claiming her would dampen my desire or cool the fire in my belly, I’d been a fool. Now my mind churned with thoughts of her beneath me, her pupils flaring as I entered her, and above me, her lush breasts tipped with dusky peaks wet from where I’d sucked them.
Even striding onto the command deck, my cock swelled as memories of her made my heart pound and my legs twitch to turn around and rush back to her.
With a brutal grunt, I forced all thoughts of her aside. I had more Imperial enemies to save and more Zagrath to thwart.
Mymajaklifted a brow in question as I joined him and my battle chief in standing to observe the span of the command deck.
