“Bryn…” Concern makes me catch her as she’s about to free me from my pants.
She squints up at me. “I am not afraid of you, Jorusk. I have looked through the catalog. I know you might be…different.”
Insecurity grips me. “I am not like others. I am not even from this colony.”
“DIA told me.” Her warm breath grazes my hips, and I wish I had the confidence to just take her right here and now, but I’m afraid of scaring her, hurting her, and pushing her away becauseof what I look like compared to her species’ folklore and religious texts.
Brynna tucks her feet under her and sits back. Her hands gently massage my hips in soothing circles. “I have battled many males while I was alone in space. I have had more alien stings and bites than most soldiers twice my age. I am not going to run from you.”
“Does my Inferno ever…scare you?”
“Well, yeah.”
I sigh and look away, frustration and lust clashing in my chest.
“But I’m glad you’re that powerful. And if dying in a blaze is how I have to go, I sure hope it’s from a night like last night.”
I chuckle, remembering the drugging musk of her, her soft flesh beneath my tongue, and the way she cried out as I sent her intoenchantamtremors.
In my distraction, Brynna moves to free me from my shorts, and I’m too late to stop her.
“Ooh, fuck me.” Brynna dips her head as I spring free and takes my tip into her mouth. It’s a tight fit, but she manages.
The velvety sensation that curls around me steals my breath.
She sucks as she backs off. “Definitely larger than I expected.”
She finds my base with her tongue and glides her plush, wet affection down my balls and up again. Her warm hands form around my shaft, even over the orange veins that pulse with light like the heat doesn’t bother her.
“What are these?” she asks with curiosity before circling her tongue around the rounded tines at my base.
Ecstasy floods my hips. My erection grows painfully hard. I strain for air and look up at the dome, trying to count the structural ribs to distract myself and let Brynna play a littlelonger. Forever if she wants. I have never felt so good in all my life. I am already hot and ready to blow.
“M…” I gasp as she presses her lips down over my tip and takes me deeper until I touch the back of her throat. Brynna backs off slowly, humming a lustful note that shivers down my shaft and into my spine until I feel like I might combust.
“What was that?” she teases.
“Mating tines. They bite when I’m about to…”
She licks me, base to tip. “Like Nytheralians?”
“Not all over. Just…there.” I’m a tense, trembling mess beneath her. It is the most heavenly kind of torture.
“Mmm.” She licks them again. “Brings a whole new meaning tobite me.”
Brynna cups my balls in one hand, grabs my shaft with the other, and pushes her mouth down over my tip again, sucking and stroking and massaging in a hypnotic pattern that pushes me over the edge.
I brace the side of her face as my balls tighten and my Inferno thrusts heat into my hips. “Bryn…”
She hums encouragement. My Inferno lights up like a fiery tornado as I pump my hot seed into her. I can’t stop, even as her face reddens and she’s clearly trying to hold it together for me.
Shit. No…
My Inferno is too much.
I am wrecking her beautiful mouth.
I strain to rein in my monster, but he wants this too much. I have far too much pent-up energy. It builds beneath the hold of the arrestor, and I’m releasing it the only way my body knows how.
