Her hands found his chest. Her palms looked absurdly small against the expanse of green skin, the dark hair that spreadacross his pectorals. She could feel the rumble building in him, that growl that meant pleasure, vibrating against her palms like a second heartbeat.
"I'm going to—"
"Yes." He pressed deeper, curled harder, and she came around his fingers with a cry that echoed off the stone walls.
The climax was different from the first one. Sharper. More internal, radiating outward from where he filled her, her body clenching in rhythmic pulses she could not control. She heard herself making sounds and could not make herself care.
He worked her through it, his fingers gentling but never withdrawing, his thumb slowing to soft, soothing strokes that drew out the aftershocks until she was trembling and spent beneath him.
"Good," he murmured against her temple. His tusks grazed her hair, cool ivory against damp skin.
His fingers slid free, and she felt the loss of him like an absence, her body clenching around nothing. He shifted his weight, moving down her body, his massive frame sliding between her spread thighs.
She realized with a jolt of alarm what he intended.
"Again?" Her voice cracked. "I don't think I can—"
"You can." His breath was hot against her inner thigh. His hands curled around her hips, lifting them off the furs. "You will."
His mouth found her, and she discovered he was right.
The third climax built slower, her body oversensitive, every touch almost too much. His tusks pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She could feel the impossible width of his shoulders forcing her legs wider, the scratch of his stubbled jaw against skin that had never been touched.
When she finally crested, it was with a sob, her thighs clamping around his head. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her entire body shaking with the force of it.
He rose over her. His mouth was wet, his eyes savage. The firelight caught the sheen of her arousal on his chin, his lips, glistening between his tusks, and she should have been embarrassed but she was too wrung out to feel anything but want.
He leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss that tasted of her own tart musk. Verity moaned into it, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her fingers digging into muscle that bunched and shifted with every movement he made.
His skin was hot beneath her palms. Not human-warm but hotter, the blood that ran through him like a furnace banked but burning. The scars under her fingers were ridged and rough, a topography of violence that should have frightened her and instead made her feel impossibly safe.
Targesh broke the kiss, his breath ragged against her cheek.
"Now," he growled, the vibration rumbling through her bones, and she felt it everywhere their bodies touched—her breasts, her belly, her thighs. "Now you are ready."
He shifted, his weight settling between her legs. She hooked her ankles together behind him, her feet finding purchase on the hard swell of his glutes, toes digging into muscle that did not yield.
He positioned himself at her entrance, one massive hand gripping the base of his cock. It bobbed heavy and thick, and seeing it from this angle—dwarfing her belly, the head dark and leaking—drove home the scale of what she was about to attempt.
He dragged the head through her soaked folds, coating himself in her arousal. She gasped as he notched himself at her entrance, the pressure immediate and insistent. The blunt tip alone felt wider than his fingers had.
"Look at me."
She met his eyes. Iron-gray, nearly black in the low light, fixed on her face with an intensity that made her chest ache. His face was all brutal angles above her—the deep-set eyes, the heavy brow, the long tusks framing his mouth. Not human. Not even close to human.
But hers.
"I will go slowly," he said. "You will tell me if it is too much."
"Yes."
He pressed forward.
The stretch was immediate fire. Her body resisted, clenching against the intrusion, and he held perfectly still.
"Easy," he murmured. His tusks grazed her collarbone as he lowered his head, cool ivory against her thundering pulse. Only the head was inside her, and already she felt stretched beyond capacity. "More?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
