“Not enough.” Brynna digs her heels into my ass, drawing me deeper, bonding us until the tightness forces us to stop and catch our breath.
Her body glistens with sweat. Orange veins shimmer beneath her skin. She tries so hard to hold on for me. I’m certain now that anything that threatens her will meet a fiery fate, and I will do whatever it takes to protect her.
She takes me deeper.
We’re so close. But I can’t slow my heart. “Bryn…”
She nods. “I can take it. I want to. Do it.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “Deep breath.”
20: Brynna
Jorusk tears off his chest armor. His cloak falls away, and the rest of his scalding bare skin brushes up against mine. His whole body flexes as he wraps me up tightly in his arms and pushes hard, trying to bond us completely. But I am tense from the erotic sensation of his swollen cock penetrating my core, spreading my hips…pushing deeper.
The pulsing heat of his shaft slicks me more, easing him slowly inside. He grunts and thrusts with force, but each time makes little progress. Until, finally, I sense the brush of his mating tines and the tip of his cock as it presses into my deepest spot.
We’re a mess of hot breath and embers and flames.
Jorusk kisses me with passion and then leans back to snarl a noise that’s his voice overlaid with a monstrous growl, like he’s fighting for control. It’s such a primal sound that it makes me clench around him.
He swears and promptly carries me into a nearby seedling room with a transplanting workbench, where he leans me back, grabs a handful of dirt from a container, turns it to ash, and marks my breasts and belly with symbols and murmurs quietly in a language I have yet to learn.
His body shimmers like molten lava as he leans forward and suckles my breasts. Every time he grazes my nipples with his sharp teeth, another scintillating ripple of desire courses through me and makes me squeeze around him. His cock flexes in response, igniting my high until I’m riding an incendiary wave of euphoria.
He withdraws, bends forward, and glides his hot forked tongue up my pussy. Jorusk swirls his tongue around my nubthen guides his rigid length inside me again. He’s a massive male, but his heat eases the pain of accepting him.
Jorusk buries his shaft deeply, picks me up, and sits back in a chair, balancing me on his lap as he pumps slowly, grinding hard with deliberate and fervent force.
I clutch his head to my chest, desperate for an anchor in the dizzying heat even though I am supposed to be his. He kisses my breasts, and I am lost in his hot skin, his fiery gaze, and the fever of his mating.
“You’re too much.” Jorusk gets up, crushes me against the wall again, and kisses me as his tines nip into my opening.
“Ah, fuck…” Jorusk clutches me against him, moaning. “I’m sorry, Bryn. I’m sorry. I can’t stop them. Inferno just…wants to blow.”
The light twinge of pain accentuates my climax and thrusts me into a blazing hot realm of stars, my core filling with the scorching tide of his seed.
He roars like the monster inside him has something else to say. Jorusk’s teeth find the base of my neck with a light prickle, and he thrusts hard.
An exquisite pain jolts through my nerves. I cry out from the sweet agony of taking him. All of him. And his feisty, fiery Inferno.
He pants and releases his bite. His wings shudder behind him. Jorusk’s grip softens and forms to me like I am fragile as he eases me down from my high by licking his bite mark and pumping with slower, easier movements.
As I descend back to my body, I notice the scorched state of my lab and realize that simply sending seedlings with his kind may have been a mistake. The wall is blackened, and the plants around us either smoke or are missing completely.
“Shit.”
Jorusk blinks and looks up from my chest. “Ooh. Sor…”
I put a finger to his lips. “No. Don’t say it.”
“Or what?”
“I think for a moment. “I’ll make you eat me out again.”
He grins and mumbles behind my finger, “Sorry?”
I laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
