Page 8 of Bound By the Alien King

Damir muttered something that sounded like a curse in his own language and then added in common, “I swore I wouldn’t take you, and I won’t.”

That was the promise that he kept, the one that protected him and his people. Not the promise he made to help her, to satisfy her. Perhaps her desire was so enormous that it could not be satisfied, anyway. Aster squeezed her thighs together as the throbs built again, harrowing in their speed and intensity, each one a larger echo of the one that came before, and wept.

Night Mother, was this punishment for her attempted escape? Was this all a lesson that she should’ve learned and now must have etched into her bones? She was unraveled like her ribbons, a snarl of animal need in the dirt. Ruined.

“Your name.” The words rang like bells in her ears, meaningless, until two hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide. “Your name, prey. What is it?”

“Aster,” she gasped.

“Aster,” he repeated in his silky accent. “Focus on me. I have you.”

The next thing she felt was the soothing warmth of his tongue at the very apex of her thighs, the place that burned most intensely. He held her legs steady, a ship’s anchor that kept her from tossing on the tempest of her need, and moved with slow purpose, circling her clit in ever tightening gambits. Never wavering, never stuttering, just one smooth ascension.

His methodical slide settled her even as it stoked her. It untangled her one knot at a time until she was a single smooth skein, and her hips bucked in gentle rhythm as she climbed. Her fingers flexed behind her back with the impulse to hold his head, and she flinched, her rhythm faltering. But he pressed on, never varying, and with his help, she settled once again into her pleasure as though he were leading her in a partnered dance.

“That’s it, Aster. Stay with me,” he murmured against her flesh. His tongue dipped lower, pressing inside her entrance, and he groaned. “Manna save me, your taste. Better than blood.”

She felt his teeth graze her inner thigh, twin pricks that were immediately soothed by his tongue. Regret flashed through her. Why didn’t he want more? She tried to spread her legs wider, offering easier access for his bite, and he growled, clamping one arm across her belly to still her.

“My resolve is worn thinner than your ribbons right now, and I need you to come or we’re both doomed. Do you understand?”

“Mhm.” She gave a frantic nod in case her sounds made no sense. He must have received the message, because he fell on her and feasted, ravenous where he’d been methodical. Her neck arched back when her orgasm ignited, slamming into her with all the force of the waves against the rocks.

“Damir,” she cried out for him as she came against his tongue, as though he flew far above and was her only chance at rescue. Her only escape.

Chapter 5

He had minutes at the most. Minutes until the venom renewed her desire and he would have to do this all over again. He wouldn’t make it. By the twins, he’d been so close to biting her again, giving her another dose!

Damir closed her knees and sat up even though the urge to hold her and ease her through the aftermath gripped him. Her taste was as bewitching as her scent, the slight burn of her natural salinity perfectly balanced on the edge of pain. His cock agreed and was badgering him to break his oath to leave her unbreached.

In this state, she’d let him. He had to get away from her, if only for a moment. “I’ll be back.”

Stumbling out of the chamber and down the long, narrow passageway, he extended his wings behind him to test them. Nearly healed. New scar tissue made them tight, but they’d stretch with a few flights. Her blood had worked its magic.

When he reached the mouth of the cave where the moons-light streamed into the entrance, he stopped and leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. When Aster called his name, she’d taken it from him. If she said it again, he was done for. His cock agreed, and he gripped it to stop its complaints at being in the cool night air and not submerged in her warmth.

It had nothing to complain about. He would do his duty and marry in two nights. He had no business dallying with another female so close to his wedding, especially not another human. Not even a fierce, perceptive, willing one like Aster. Corek, she was still sprawled out there on the floor of the cave, tied up and waiting. Begging for him.

He couldn’t go back in. Not until his own need was slaked. Hers wouldn’t be for hours more, but his could be. That would make it easier to keep his sanity, at least. Maybe it was the influence of the moons’ conjunction, but he was dangerously close to falling into a rut.

Damir braced his arm against the mouth of the cave, spat on his free palm, and went at it viciously, stroking himself from root to tip, remembering how she’d spread her legs and fingered her folds for him like she was offering him a gift.

Perhaps she had gifted him with the sight. He’d never observed a human female like that before, and her rosy folds, shimmering with her arousal in the shadows, were the most beautiful sight he’d ever laid eyes on. He worked his shaft and imagined flipping her over onto her knees and taking her the Nightborn way, thrusting between her cheeks, his deep blue cock slipping in and out of her honey-gold flesh.

So beautiful and so wrong.

“Damir, I need you!” Aster’s plaintive cry rang down the rocky passage and reached his ears as he neared his climax, and hearing his name from her again sent him over the edge.

He grunted, falling against his arm as his hips jerked and his seed spouted into his hand, leaving him shamefully weak. He nearly wiped away the evidence until he realized that the solution to his problem was right there in his grasp.

He cupped it in his palm and carried it back to her. He found her on her belly, her legs splayed out and offering a glimpse of her sex. He forced himself to skim his eyes away and forget her taste. She startled when he touched the small of her back.

“I didn’t hear you coming!”

“That’s because you were scrabbling in the rocks, making them clatter.”

“I was trying to get up,” she confessed. “I thought you might’ve flown off and left me here.”