“You won’t be able to breed me. I have an IUD inserted from the Yulen.”
He groans. “Let me worry about my knot, female. If you cannot be bred, you have nothing to be concerned about. Others have not been bred, and their males have survived.”
I look at him, parting my lips before pursing them and sighing. “Fine.”
Breathing in Krellix’s scent, feeling it pool inside of me with every shuddering breath, I break out in a cold sweat. Cupping his knot with both hands, my emotions battle my instincts. A question forms in my head before I can stop it... Who else would he be mated to if not… me?
And for how long? The other mated males often had bulges… but not those who haven’t mated, if they had one, they were smaller than their mated counterparts. Krellix’s bulge hadn’t seemed overly huge.
His hands move from where they gently cup my breasts to slide down to my hips. “Mine has just begun to form. When your fingers were slipping through my hair… I felt my seed truly begin to quicken. Now, female,” he grunts, his voice barely audible between his rough hissing. “I need… I need to be inside you.” He clasps my hips and lifts them up, moving me further over him. “I promise, I will take you no other way except like this.”
Licking my lips, I believe him. I have no reason not to.
I lean back to find his tail has walled me in, eliminating any escape route entirely. Not worried about needing one, I tentatively rest against it and meet his dark gaze. With his eyes downcast upon my body, his fingers tighten, digging into my flesh. Gripping me harshly, he starts to lower me down over him,clearly seeking to seat me on his cock. Burning with the need to do just that, I take a sharp breath.
Bracing, uncaring of waiting any longer, and with the help of his strength, I push down on his thick tip and sink over him, ready to take him. With his cock stretching me, I shut my eyes and focus on remaining in control and keeping a hold of my rationality.
But at the same time, I yearn to just let go.
Inhaling his musky pheromones with abandon, so thick in the evening chill, heat continues to spread across my skin as I work to adjust to his length and girth. Sinking slowly over him, I grind hard several times against his knot before biting down on my lower lip and bearing down further. In a fight I feel like I need to win, I constrict around him.
“Krellix,” I whimper. His gaze shifts to mine. Staring at him, panting with the quickening need to reach a crescendo and to forget everything else except him, I sink completely down over him.
So full of him, stretched from every angle, the ache of his pronounced intrusion only adds to my pleasure. Feeling him inside me, having taken his cock and knot easier than I expected, prepared for it by his pheromones, delicious sensation thrums through me.
When I’m completely seated upon him, my chin drops to my chest as a breath of relief rushes out of me. “It’s done,” I whisper, clenching hard. His knot presses into me from every side, pushing hard against the most sensitive part. Every breath, every twitch, the hard walls of his cock rub further over the area. Curling my toes in pleasure, I constrict quickly, fluttering my muscles to the thrumming in my head.
“Female,” he purrs deeply, his voice rumbling over me. There’s an edge to it like he’s holding himself back. “I finallyknow.” His words caress my ears with its wistful sentiment. “What you feel like.” His hands squeeze me like he’s proud.
Pure instinct takes over.
Straightening, planting my palms hard on his chest, suddenly wild with need, I lift and drop down upon him, crying out when his knot stretches every part of me. My fingers curl and my eyes wrench closed, straining as my muscles simultaneously attempt to fight him off and keep him deep inside of me.
“Yessss,” he hisses and the sound vibrates straight through me, as if coming up from between my legs.
I pick up my pace when the raw ache of his intrusion fades into pure pleasure and my orgasm nears. With each clash of our bodies, the sharpness of the stretch eases further, allowing me more room to move, to feel. Holding onto me with a death grip, his fingers dig in, bruising my skin. I wear his restraint thin as I writhe back and forth on his cock. All while his claws scratch my skin and his palms knead my flesh.
Empowered by the precipice of danger and the darkness that’s now beginning to hide us in its deeper shadows, I ride him faster, harder, uncaring of setting a rhythm. Frustration, anger, and even sorrow swells in me to merge with my body’s thrumming nerves and the longer it takes for me to reach the precipice the harder I push forward and against him. I forget about his pleasure and focus solely on mine, selfishly taking everything I can and giving nothing in return.
Fuck my squad for abandoning me. Fuck being kept at Zaku’s. Fuck this world, and these nagas, and Supreme Commander Minton Volp and the destruction ofThe Dreadnaut.Fuck losing everything. Fuck it all.
But especially of all—fuck Krellix.
His hand covers my mouth, stealing my cry just before it escapes into the air. “Quiet, female,” he grits, holding back a groan himself when I constrict around him. With the sun goneentirely, Krellix is nothing more than a dark shadow beneath me. Hearing his stifled grunting and the animalistic noises he’s making as I work back and forth over him, never fully popping off, I do what he just did to me and clamp my hand over his mouth—battling him like an enemy to be defeated, blow for blow. I drag his hand off my mouth with my free one, intent on victory—after all, I’ve already taken all of him.
It catches on my throat, and he shakes my hand off, cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I bite back a moan.
His hips meet me with my next undulation and an orgasm rips through me, shattering me, rendering me silent. My body shakes erratically as my knees lock to either side of his tail. My core flutters around him and with a gasping shudder, I jerk up and back down once more, feeling his knot massage my inner, sensitive walls. His hisses deepen as his hands lock around my hips, jerking me on him some more, dragging my climax out even longer.
I ride out my orgasm in another battle ofwho’s in control.
Like me, he’s otherwise silent, our bodies and his low hissing the only noises we’re making.
As my orgasm fades, his lulling hiss mesmerizes me as I continue rocking back and forth but at a slower pace. “Krellix,” I purr his name, panting and sweating but feeling cool and invigorated. I inhale his heady, musky scent, uncaring if they’re his pheromones, and moan, licking my lips.
He’s taut and tense beneath me. Wondering why he hasn’t said a word, I blink down at him to study what I can see of his face. “Krellix?” I search his features in the darkness. “Is something wrong?”
Did I do something?Inside me, he’s as hard as ever, and seems to be even bigger. “Krellix?” I say his name once more, worry seeping in.
