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My fist curled around the nearest edge of the blanket, ready to do just that when I froze in place. I had made her a promise. I’d sworn to her that I would not claim her unless she asked me for my cocks. They twitched eagerly at the thought, but she had not said the words, not yet. Nothing in our terms said that I couldn’t attempt to convince her… And what better way to ride out a storm than to spend it making love?

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Harper

I froze in place when I felt my skin break out in a sudden rush of goosebumps. I wasn’t cold. The floor of the tent was emitting a gentle warmth, and Nick was pumping out enough heat to warm up the rest of the tiny space. No, these goosebumps were the kind that came from sudden awareness, from being caught in the gaze of a predator.

I’d been working on the red feathers at the very tip of his wing; they were nothing more than skeletal pins with raw skin beneath. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but the regenerator was doing wonders. Just like it had probably done wonders for my own sore flesh. I still felt overly sensitive, the way new skin often did, but other than that, I had not a single blemish.

When I felt his gaze on me, I abandoned the work to glance up, half expecting to see that feral side of him. I wasn’t disappointed. It was definitely there, but it was still tempered by his more rational side. I could see the devious glint in his eyes; he was planning something, and I was right in the crosshairs.

My nipples perked, and suddenly the soft silvery material of the blanket felt too rough against my skin. I liked it when he got all intense like that, and I definitely liked it when he put all that focus on me. It meant pleasurable things; it meant steamy orgasms that seemed to keep getting better each time.

“Come here,” he ordered, his voice gruff. The blanket started slipping and my fingers convulsed around the edge as I debated if I should stop that slide. No, it wasn’t just slipping, he was pulling on it. That knowledge made my core spasm with a rush of wetness, and his answering groan told me he knew.

The blanket slipped down to my waist, and his eyes instantly fastened on my naked breasts. Their feral, yellow and black irises seemed to glow in the soft light coming from his com device. They reminded me of cat eyes, but maybe a hawk or eagle was a better comparison.

“Remember my promise?” he growled, prowling closer once he released the edge of the blanket. In the confined space, he crowded me, taking up so much room in the small tent that I felt like I had nowhere to go.

My brain was locked onto only one thing: how big he was, how strong, and how much all of that turned me on. I didn’t remember what he was talking about until he uttered the next husky command. “Ask me for my cocks, Harper. Ask me to claim you.”

Those weren’t questions, they were orders, and my entire body went up in flames for him. My mouth went dry as I tried to form the words he wanted to hear, my mouth opening as I tried to obey. Yes, I wanted him. I wanted to experience the same pleasure I had that first day on the shuttle. But that wasn’t what he was demanding of me, he was telling me he wanted to claim me in all ways. Not one cock, but both of them, at the same time.

“Say it, Harper. Open that pretty mouth and say it. I know you want to. You need it, don’t you, my sweet Novi?” Ah, I was a sucker for that kind of talk. Nick knew exactly how to push all my buttons, and after what we’d been through, didn’t we deserve to find that kind of happiness together? So what if my grandma would tell me it was too soon and I should be smart about this? The body wanted what the body wanted. Or was that the heart? I wasn’t sure of anything any longer, except that Nick was always going to protect me. And that was good enough.

“Please,” I said, my voice shockingly hoarse. “I need you, Nick.” His eyes narrowed at me, and he loomed, one healed wing on my left, a still raw and damaged on my right that added to the dangerous vibes that clung to him like a second skin. I was no longer dealing with the nerdy, computer-loving side of him. He was all beast right now.

That wasn’t good enough. Those weren’t the words he wanted me to say. I felt a strange sense of power when I realized he was still holding himself in check until I said them. His fists were braced on either side of my head, and I’d tumbled onto my back, completely naked beneath him, while he was still covered from the neck to the tips of his fingers and toes in all black. His armor outlined his muscles and did nothing to hide the bulge at his groin.

His growl filled the tent and competed with the roaring of the sandstorm outside of it; it vibrated against my flesh and made my nipples ache. More wetness flooded my passage, dripping down my thighs. I licked at my lips and stared into that animalistic gaze. “Give me your cocks, Nick.”

Chapter 18

Harper

My words freed the beast. His hand went to his neck and drew down, parting the armor along the way. He peeled himself out of that hard black shell and bared vibrant, golden skin for my greedy eyes. His biceps bulged, and the tribal tattoos made him look even more savage when he came down above me. He hadn’t touched me yet and already I felt like I was hovering on the edge of the precipice, ready to tumble over.

His cocks were dauntingly big, eagerly reaching for me from between his thick thighs. The bottom one was his pleasure cock, the one that he’d previously fucked me with. It was thick and ridged, and oily lubricant dripped from the tip and made the length shiny. The top one, the mating cock, was bigger, and it had folds along the middle that I wasn’t entirely sure about. Otherwise, it looked most like a human dick. I still recalled what it had felt like as he fucked me with the pleasure one, and that bigger slick cock had stroked along my back entrance in the most tantalizing way.

“Yes,” he said, “You’ll get what you need, Harper. I’ll take good care of you.” His hands came down to my thighs, and he parted them, pressing my knees to my chest so I was completely exposed to his gaze, every hole presented for his inspection. I clenched, anticipation shivering through me. I’d never done this before, and a hint of fear clung to the back of my mind. What if it hurts? What if I didn’t like it?

He leaned closer, pressing me more tightly against the blankets, his eyes locked onto mine. Then his mouth was on me and I forgot about any worries and lost myself in his marauding touch. Our tongues tangled, our breaths mingled, and I felt the hint of a fang against a lip to add a bite of danger to our exchange. Then heat and pressure slicked through my exposed folds, his cocks as he rubbed himself against me. It was too much; I was so primed, so needy and slick, that it was enough to set me off.

I moaned beneath him, caged in his wings, tight grip, and the roaring storm around our tiny shelter. All I could do was hang on for the ride and let it take me wherever Nick wanted. The orgasm spiraled as he moved his hips and his pleasure cock, the lower one, stroked through my folds. It added its own brand of slickness and the ridges that circled it provided all kinds of shock waves.

He moved one hand, but that did not free my leg, it was pinned against his chest now. His fingers circled my opening and I jerked and twitched against him, still sensitive. Then one finger slid inside and I arched, his cocks pressing against my clit. “You need this. Look how ready you are!” His finger withdrew and he held it in front of my face, glistening with wetness.

Then he lowered that finger and drew the slickness around each of my nipples. His head followed after, tongue lapping at my painted flesh. “Ah, Nick!” I groaned. That felt good, but it wasn’t where I needed him most; that finger had only emphasized how much I wanted him to fill me with his cock. Either way, I wasn’t picky at this point.

He sucked one nipple deeply into his mouth, and his fangs pressed gently against my skin on either side of the turgid peak. It lanced a sharp burst of pleasure from the little nub straight down to my clit. Pressure came against my passage, the head of his pleasure cock, because I still felt the heat of the other against my folds.

There was only a hint of resistance before it started to push inside of me. This cock was thick, but I had already felt it once. The ridges made him cling to my walls until they rubbed along the bundle of nerves on the inside. Then I went slick and soft around him. His mating cock stroked my clit as he bottomed out and withdrew, and with each thrust, the pleasure climbed higher and higher until it burst once again.

He growled as I came, my core clamping down around his ridged cock, my body jerking in his restraining grip. “Nick,” I moaned, thrashing with my head against the silver emergency blankets. This was like last time. His cock felt so good that it was no wonder it was called the ‘pleasure cock.’ Those ridges were clearly designed to please a woman.

A strangled gasp left my throat when he pulled it out with a sucking, wet noise. The slick head nudged at my back entrance next and though that felt good, I jerked in his clasp. “Aren’t you going to stretch me first?” I squeaked out. That cock wasn’t going to fit on the first try; it would hurt. The splash of fear and the worry of pain doused my arousal, but that didn’t last long. Heat was spreading from that point of contact, languid, relaxing, and pleasant.

“I won’t need to, trust me,” Nick said, but he allowed me to shift my legs, spreading them but no longer pinning them beneath his body against my chest. That made me feel less trapped and when I breathed in, his cock nudged a little more firmly against me. It tingled, and it stirred more desire; a yearning to be filled by him.