The pressure cracked, broke me open like the breaking of a world, and pleasure flooded out. I screamed, eyes snapping shut, back arching, muscles rigid, and came so hard that stars exploded behind my eyelids.
Rathal shouted a curse, plunged into me hard once, twice, and then rammed himself as hard into me as he could and held there. A ragged roar tore from him and liquid heat filled me, spilling over and dripping to the floor beneath us. His release edged mine into terrifying heights, until even my screams were silenced and my breath caught in my lungs. We ground together, pressing in short jerking waves until the pleasure slowly receded enough for me to open my eyes and left us panting and staring ateach other in shock. Sweat dripped off me, my body overheated from the flush of pleasure still echoing through me.
Rathal straightened, blew out a deep breath and loosened his hold on my hips enough that it didn’t feel like he was trying to crush me to him. His body relaxed, and he laughed softly under his breath. “Well. So much for being slow and methodical.”
I laughed with him, my head flopping to the side with a tired sigh.
He stroked my thigh and hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t have anything to clean you with, so I’m afraid there is only one thing to do.”
“Huh?” I muttered, looking back up at him only to groan when he pulled out, leaving me oddly hollow. More liquid dripped out of me and I grimaced at the sensation. The clean up was never in the romance novels I read. Not a single freaking one. Buckets of cum and a couple merrily falling asleep together. Gross. I needed a bathroom and a shower. Stat.
“Come my dear, I have a surprise for you,” Rathal said, shifting and scooping me up in one movement before surging to his feet. I yelped at the sudden change in position, my arms coming up instinctually to wrap around his neck for stability.
Rathal chuckled and strode across the museum towards the door. As we were entering the long creepy tomb hallway he looked down at me, smug male humor all over his lupine face. “So. How did you like my collection?”
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Rathal
He’dbeenhopingtoimpress her with the history and treasures in the room, to share more of himself so that she would know him a little better. It was meant to be a quiet evening of rest and relaxation.
Then she’d kissed him completely unprompted. And then they’d fucked right there on the floor of his museum. She was even now leaking his seed all over the floor while he carried her to the pools.
It would seem that they would never be able to help themselves.
He was a blessed male.
His body was still reeling from the aftershocks. In all his many years nothing had felt quite like what Callie and he shared. Pleasure still sparked along his skin everywhere they touched. She had her head leaned against his shoulder, her eyelids drooping in that sleepy well pleasured way. Her scent was mixed with his and clinging to them both. He almost didn’t want towash it off. Let the whole of the station smell what they’d been up to.
Again.
He chuckled to himself. He was enjoying married life immensely.
“Where are we going?” Callie murmured, not bothering to look at him.
He shifted her higher against his chest, and stopped by one of the artificial torches in the corridor. “The pools. Don’t worry. We won’t be leaving my private vault. I have no desire to share your naked form with the rest of the station. I’m funny that way.”
She huffed a laugh and then yawned.
“Oh no. None of that, my darling. I’m not finished with you yet,” he rumbled, pulling the torch handle down until it clicked and a small square portion of the wall slid up, revealing a scanner screen. He bent slightly and placed his nose on the scanner. A blue light flared up and down and then beeped green and a door slid down. Stone stairs lay beyond, disappearing into the dark.
Callie snorted and shifted, sitting up in his arms to look down the stairs and then back up at him. “Did you just scan your nose?”
He was a little offended at the laughter he could hear in her voice. He sniffed, raising his chin. “Canid noses are like your fingerprints, unique to the individual. I don’t have prints on my hands or feet. So my nose is my only option. Plus, I thought it was ‘cool’ like the old spy vids I’ve seen from your Earth entertainment district.”
Callie laughed and squinted her eyes at him. “Do you have pirated movies from Earth?”
He started down the stairwell. More artificial torches lit up to light their descent. “Well of course. I am a pirate after all. Didyou think I’dpayto watch them? Preposterous! How would I do that? I don’t have whatever passes for Earth credits.”
Her laughter echoed inside the stairwell and his heart swelled with happiness. This. This was what he had wanted when he’d chosen to collect her. Her laughter, her fire, her pleasure. These were the greatest additions to his collection. If he could bottle up the very essence of what made CallieCallie, he would put it on the most ostentatious display imaginable and treasure it every day of his life.
Callie smacked his chest with the back of her hand lightly. “You're fucking with me right?”
He grinned. “No, actually. I really did technically illegally download Earth movies. They called it pirating. They were practically asking me to do it. I had originally placed my satellite for surveillance of the Rijiteran, but over the years as human technology grew, I started taking things instead of merely watching. Music, books, artwork.”
Callie’s brow furrowed. He didn’t like the mischief he could see brewing in her eyes.
“Is that where you’ve been getting your fashion advice from, Earth movies?”
