“Yes,” he growled, blue bleeding back into his eyes. “Come for me… let me feel your sweet little pussy drench my shaft!”
And when he finally arched beneath her and broke with a cry that sounded almost like pain, Kiera held on and let him, clinging to him just as hard as he clung to her, feeling the full force of his return in every line of his body. He flooded her with heat, thick spurts of cum painting her inner walls as her own orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the tingling clit—rubbing shaft and the perfect, pounding fullness of the one buried deep inside her.
“Oh God,” she moaned deliriously, feeling herself spasm around him. “Oh God, Brux…too much…too much!”
And yet, she never wanted it to stop.
When it was finally over and she slumped across his broad chest, she was breathing as hard as he was.
For a moment, neither of them moved and the only sound was their panting. Then very slowly, Brux lifted one hand to her face. His fingers trembled against her cheek.
“Kiera,” he growled softly. “My lovely one…my mate. You saved me.”
And when she looked into his eyes now, they were blue again.
24
BRUX
Brux came back to himself fully in a rush. One moment there had only been need and heat and the desperate, terrifying sensation of himself slipping down into the void again. The next, reason returned all at once—clear and bright and shocking in its suddenness.
And the first thing he became fully aware of was Kiera…Kiera on top of him…Kiera warm and flushed and panting, her beautiful body trembling above his as the last waves of strain and urgency slowly began to ebb between them.
Her braids were half—loosened and damp from the steam of the bathing room. Her cheeks were glowing, and her gorgeous, big breasts were rising and falling with every breath. And her eyes—those deep brown eyes he loved so much—were fixed on his face with such fierce relief that his heart nearly stopped in his chest.
Gods, he had come back.
No, he corrected himself–she had brought him back.
The realization hit him with almost painful force.
He was still joined to her, his knot swelled inside her pussy and that fact sent a rush of emotion through him so powerful he barely knew how to contain it.
She had given herself to him–not out of fear and not out of obligation, but to save him. To keep her with him in his humanoid form.
Brux stared up at her, overwhelmed by love and gratitude and an emotion so tender it made his heart fist in his chest. She was so beautiful–so perfect and right, riding him…caring for him.
“Kiera,” he began, and then couldn’t go on.
“Yes?” She looked at him anxiously. “Are you okay?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You gave yourself to me, to save me—did I hurt you?” he asked, concern rising at once now that his mind was fully his again. He should have prepared her more–should have licked her and helped her pussy to open before shoving his cock inside her.
But Kiera shook her head, still panting a little.
“No—you’re really big but I can take it.” She stroked his cheek, her touch so gentle it nearly undid him. “I couldn’t let you go. I don’t think I’m ready to Bond just yet but if this is what you need…” She nodded down to where they were still joined and tied together. “I can handle it.”
Brux’s throat tightened. She said it so simply–so matter—of—factly. As though what she had done was not an act of incredible trust and generosity.
As though she hadn’t just given him one of the greatest gifts he had ever received.
He lifted his hands to her waist and then higher, sliding them over the warm curve of her back.
“Come here,” he growled softly. “I want to kiss you.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She leaned down at once.
Brux met her halfway and caught her mouth in a kiss that was urgent from the first instant—not rough or greedy, but full of everything he didn’t know how to say. Relief…gratitude…love. And wonder, that she was real and in his arms and still willing to be here after all of this.
