by Celia Kyle
“Yes,” she hissed and followed that with a moan. His calluses stroked her inner walls, teasing her with the rough edge of his skin, and she clenched around him. Her body sought to pull him into her, but she wasn’t satisfied with just his finger. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
But maybe she’d ride his hand a little more. Maybe she’d roll her hips and meet his thrusts. Maybe she’d savor the slide of his digit in and out of her pussy while he sucked on her clit. Maybe she’d pinch her nipple and drop her head back while she took exactly what she needed from him.
She fucked herself on his hand, pussy slick and wet, tightening and milking his finger with every slide of him in and out of her cunt. “Fuck. Brukr.”
Hannah whimpered and moaned as the pleasure grew, as the snippets of ecstasy gathered and swelled inside her. Her pussy throbbed in time with her heart, her clit pulsing with her increasing heartrate. She hovered at the brink, danced on the edge of release, and if he’d just…
“Please Brukr.” She pinched her nipple a little harder, adding a sharp edge of pain to the joy. “Please.”
Then he gave her what she needed—needed but didn’t realize what she’d craved. He scraped a single fang over her clit, a slice of his tooth along the bundle of nerves, and the dam broke. The bubble of pleasure popped in that instant. It shot through her like lightning, wrenching a scream from deep within her soul while she lost control of her body. Her muscles tensed and flexed, toes curled, and she trembled from head to toe with the sudden rush of bliss.
But he didn’t stop. He kept taunting her, tormenting her, with his mouth and hand. He kept fucking her, tracing her inner walls with his thick finger, and drawing her orgasm out even longer until…
Until she’d had enough. His hand—his mouth—wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t him.
Which was why—as much as she reveled in his attentions—she pulled away from him.
She crawled backward, rose to her knees, and held out her hand. “I need all of you, Brukr. Now.”
Brukr’s gaze darkened, his dragon’s scales coming out to coat his shoulders, and a wisp of smoke slithered from his nose. He rolled to his feet, that stare focused on her. Anyone else would think he was furious, but Hannah knew the truth. He was simply figuring out what part of her he wanted to touch next.
“Now.” She repeated herself. She was already on the edge again, and he wasn’t even touching her. She didn’t want to come without his cock deep in her pussy.
Brukr’s dragon’s soul fought for control, the beast battling to take over and dominate his much smaller mate, but his other half retained command. The dragon wished to pounce, to pin Hannah to the bed and consume her with passion. The rest of him recalled her recent illness, her near-death, and held the animal at bay.
Barely.
Scales slithered over his body, emerging to coat his shoulders, slide down his arms, and cover the back of his hands. The ripple didn’t stop there. It continued down his chest, only slowing once they reached his abs. The dragon recalled Hannah liking his “six pack,” and he did not wish to hide that from her view.
His mate stared at him, her gaze a caress as she enveloped him from wing joint to wred. And it was there she focused. His katoth was stretched tight by his hardness, proof of his need held captive by the tanned hide.
“Shaa kouva?” He would give her one more opportunity to deny him. He would not push his body onto hers.
She licked her lips and stretched her arm further, beckoning him. Her eyes darkened with desire and she trembled. “Please. Come to me.”
Brukr would not make her ask for him again. He allowed the dragon to push forward just enough to transform hands to claws, razor sharp nails at the tips. He was careful as he pulled the straps of his uniform from his chest, but the katoth pants were lost to his body’s desires. He sank his nails into the hide and yanked, shredding the material with that single wrench. The aged katoth drifted to the ground, leaving him nude and fully bared to his mate.
He waited for her ruling, for her reaction to his body. They had shared passion, but he was an alien male. Their bodies were similar—compatible—but there was no hiding his alienness from her. She had to face his wings, scales, and dragon’s claws, and accept all of him.
“Gorgeous,” she whispered, eyes sweeping over his form.
“You wish to be mine, shaa kouva? A Preor’s mate? A dragon’s female?” His beast scraped at him, digging its claws into flesh and scoring Brukr’s body from inside out. The dragon wished to take her first agreement and not give her another choice. It did not want to risk her denial.
Hannah nodded. “I want to be yours, shaa kouvi. I want to be Hannah joi Brukr Carr, mate to a Preor warrior. I want to belong to both parts of you.”
The last hint of hesitation drifted away, and he allowed himself to move, allowed himself to place one knee on the bed and then the other. He followed her path, crawling across the bed toward his mate. He stalked her, eased closer even as she backed away.
She fell back against the pillows, hair fanning across the cushions and body spread before him. She was glorious in her nudity, her curved lines and soft flesh begging for his touch, his mouth.
He licked his lips and gathered what little remained of her feminine juices. Salty and sweet—he couldn’t wait to devour her once more. He ached to hear his name on her lips. She would yell for him again, but next time it would be while he was inside her.
Hannah parted her thighs for him, exposing her glistening thasiq flushed pink. He knew her pleasure spot lay nestled in her folds, but he wished to fill her. He would caress that small button with his tongue later. And more than once.
“You are prepared for me, shaa kouva?” He palmed his wred and wrapped his fingers around his hardness. He stroked himself from root to tip and back again. A slow, rough glide along his shaft. He paused when he next reached the head and ran his thumb along the small slit.
Syha’i—his seed—already decorated the end, balls anxious to empty themselves inside her.
Soon.
“Do you wish for me to enter you?” She nodded. “Claim you?” Another nod, the darkness of her eyes widening to overwhelm the green. “Bathe you in my scent?” A third nod, and he leaned over her. “I will fill you with my syha’i, Hannah. All will know you are mine.”
He placed his hands on either side of her head, holding his weight while he adjusted his hips. His cock nudged her wetness, her slick slit welcoming him with that first touch. Pleasure shot through him with that initial connection, and his balls drew up tight against his body. He had not even entered her and he was already near to bursting.
He was not sure he could survive their shared passion.
If he did not, he could take comfort in knowing it would be a glorious death.
Hannah bent her legs, planted her feet on the mattress and adjusted her hips as well until…
Until her pussy kissed the head of his dick. That heated, velvety opening caressed the very tip of his length as if it pleaded with him to slide inside.
A plea he would gladly grant.
Brukr focused on Hannah, on her green eyes and the passion and love that swirled in their depths. Much had changed about her, but she was still the same female who’d stolen his heart.
Hannah reached for him, fingers tracing his jaw. “Brukr…”
He did not need to hear more. Enough of her desires flowed across their connection and there was enough meaning when she said his name for him to know what she craved—him.
Brukr eased forward, slipping his cock into her tight sheath in a smooth thrust. He pushed deeper and deeper, the wet velvet of her pussy squeezing his dick. Her slick inner walls caressed him, and he was not sure he could withhold his release.
“Tight, shaa kouva. Good. Hot. Wet.” And still he was not fully inside her. Yet. Two inches of his cock remained untouched, the two final inches that separated him from his goal. He gripped her hip, held her steady, and pushed forward in a final, fie
rce thrust.
The dragon surged, altering his vision with its overwhelming presence. “Mine.”
Her hands fell to his shoulders, fingers curled and small nails digging into his scale-covered flesh. “Brukr!”
It was a shout, but not of pain or denial, but of pleasure.
He withdrew slightly and thrust once again, not stopping until their hips met. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she agreed, and it was all assurance he—and the dragon—needed.
It gave him permission to cup her ass and change the tilt of her hips. It granted him approval to slide in and out of her scorching heat. He withdrew and thrust again and again, giving and taking pleasure with every movement.
Hannah’s pussy rippled around him, milking his cock in a rhythm that matched his hips. Each meeting of their bodies drove his pleasure higher, pushed and pulled him nearer to the edge. The ecstasy built deep within his body, gathering strength with every flex of muscle and shift of bone.
His mate tightened her grip on his shoulders, adding a small pinch to the bliss sliding through him from head to toe.
And then she gave him more. She lifted her hips, meeting his every thrust. Their bodies slammed together, the air filled with the lewd slap of their bodies and harsh panting.
It was still not enough. He needed her pleasure. He needed her to take that leap at his side as he filled her with his syha’i.
Brukr guided their bodies, adjusting the angle, shifting his position slightly, and finally lengthening his thrusts until…
Until he was sure his mate would break past flesh and draw blood from his shoulders.
“God. There. Please.” She panted and moaned with each word, the sounds of her pleasure adding to his own and shoving him nearer to the ultimate joy.
Brukr had found her inner-pleasure spot and he vowed to always remember its location. Now he sustained that pace, that roll of his hips and slap of their bodies. He drove their passion higher, increasing the strength behind his thrusts and drawing them both nearer the edge.
“Come for me, shaa kouva.”
“Yes,” she hissed, the sound so like a Preor female, but better.
Better because Hannah was his female.
That knowledge had him balancing on the precipice. The truth that he would be making love to Hannah until he took his final flight assaulted him, and he shuddered. Shuddered and redoubled his efforts. His mate’s pussy rippled, milking his cock in time with his thrusts, practically sucking on his dick and pleading for his seed.
“Soon, Hannah.” He grunted and growled, adding even more strength to his pistoning.
“Yes, yes, yes…” She chanted in time with his thrusts, crying out each time their hips slammed together.
“Mine, mine, mine…” He could not help but repeat the word, body straining to take that final leap. His balls were hard, high, and tight. They tingled with his impending bliss and the sensation wrapped around his waist. It slithered down his spine, slithered around his hips, and stroked his cock with invisible hands.
His dick twitched and pulsed, anxious to embrace the joy of his orgasm and then…
Then Hannah bowed her back and sucked in a harsh breath, body frozen for a moment, and her pussy clenched tight around his cock. She remained frozen in time, barely a second, and then she released a loud scream that echoed into the skies.
“Brukr!” Hannah convulsed and trembled, shaking from head to toe, and he recognized the signs of her ultimate pleasure.
Which gave him permission to embrace his own. He released the tight leash he’d held on his orgasm and let his body do as it wished. He increased the strength of his thrusts, slamming their bodies together over and over again. Harder and harder, faster and faster… He pushed on, fighting to launch himself from that cliff and finally… finally…
He thrust once, twice, and sealed their hips together. His cock twitched and jerked, and his seed flowed from the head of his wred. His syha’i flooded her trembling pussy, coating her inner walls and painting her with his scent. He had claimed her. Fully. Irrevocably.
Their connection settled fully into place, that final step entwining their lives, and Brukr let the last vestiges of his doubt about their mating float away.
He had claimed Hannah fully. They were one, and no one could do anything to separate them. Ever.
In truth, if he could remain inside her forever…
She chuckled and her pussy caressed him with a single squeeze.
Brukr groaned. “Shaa kouva, pity an exhausted male.”
“My exhausted male.”
He grunted. He did not have the strength for much else. And then he remembered some of the talk among the males—mated and unmated. Human females enjoyed cud-ell-ing.
Brukr slowly, regretfully, slipped free of her welcoming sheath, folded his wings tight to his back, and rolled to the side, making sure to bring Hannah with him.
They would cud-ell and then he would claim her again. And again. Then he would feed her so she did not pass out from exhaustion when he claimed her again.
Chapter Thirty
It was done. Their connection was fully in place. The small spots that’d seemed weak and tremulous before now solidified and strengthened. They were tied now, one and the same in all ways. He was hers and she was his, and Hannah…
Hannah had never experienced so much contentment—happiness—in her life.
She sighed and wiggled, snuggling even closer to Brukr. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck. Hannah nuzzled his throat and pressed a soft kiss to his sweat-dampened skin before finally settling into a comfortable rest.
“Shaa kouvi.” She whispered the endearment against his flesh and smiled. “You really are now.”
Brukr grunted. “You have always been mine. You were merely delayed.”
She grinned and nipped him. “By you.”
Another grunt, and now that they were mated she found his little grunts and grumbles endearing rather than merely frustrating.
He stroked her back, his callused fingers playing along her spine. The need he’d just sated simmered back to life, her body anxious for him again.
And again and again and… forever.
That single thought melded with Brukr’s own, one of contentment, joy, and… eternity. Hannah lifted her head and stared down into her mate’s eyes, meeting his hope-tinged stare with her own.
The Knowing supplied her with the words in her heart. “Aro la kaosado.”
The color of Brukr’s eyes wavered, sliding between the two halves of his soul until the hue hovered near an odd mix of the two. “Aro la kaosado.”
Yours for eternity.
Her lower lip trembled and her vision blurred, tears unwilling to be suppressed. The liquid filled her eyes, gathering into larger drops that would spill past her lashes at any moment. Joy wasn’t a strong enough word to describe her emotions. She didn’t even think there was anything in the Preor language that would work either.
The lightness in her soul, the mix of ecstasy that had nothing to do with passion coupled with the wonder of her connection to Brukr…
It was—
“You are injured,” he accused. His eyes narrowed while a dark glare overtook the sated expression he’d had moments ago. “I told you we should wait, and now I have broken you. Whelon will remove my head from my body if Taulan does not accomplish the task first.”
Those gentle hands gripped her arms and nudged her away as he rose from the mound of pillows.
“Where does it hurt?” He scanned her naked body with his gaze. “Disregard.” He sliced a hand through the air, silencing her, and shouted instead. “Penelope, what are her injuries?”
“Scanning.” The ship was quick to answer, and Hannah wondered if the computer system watched them have sex. Because… weird.
On one hand, if Penelope really was nothing more than tech then being “watched” wasn’t a big deal. On the other… Hannah constantly felt as if there was more to the ship’s programming than anyone
—Liquid included—would admit.
“Brukr.” She rolled her eyes and the tears slipped down her cheeks. “I’m fine.”
“You are crying. Humans cry from pain. You are in pain.” How could a logical man be so illogical? “I am not illogical. I am caring for my mate.”
She snorted and rose to her knees so they were eye-to-eye. “Brukr—”
“You must remain motionless during the scan.” He gripped her shoulders and pushed her down, ass resting on her heels.
Hannah brushed off his firm yet gentle hold. “I’m fine. I swear. I’m—”
“I’m coming Penelope, I’m coming!” That familiar shout was followed by two gurgling laughs.
Hannah groaned and Brukr echoed the sound as they both turned their attention to the tree line—and the trembling pwaa tree that disintegrated before their eyes to reveal…
“Lana, kids… Hi, guys…” Hannah pasted a wide smile on her face. The last thing they needed was an audience.
Lana’s attention went to Hannah first. “Hi, Hann…” and then drifted on, “Bru…” Lana whispered, attention drifting up and down Hannah’s mate. “You’re naked.”
Jealousy speared Hannah, but it was nothing compared to Taulan’s reaction.
“Naked? I will tear the wings…” The wingless purple-scaled warrior burst through the trees, the foliage not disappearing as it had for Lana. Then it was the War Master’s turn to sweep the scene with his stare.
Which was about the time Hannah realized she was nude as well. She squeaked and grabbed one of the pillows, pressing it to her body to hide some of her pinker bits. At the same time, Taulan snatched his mate and dragonlets and spun them around so they faced the opposite direction.
And, like a true War Master, he issued orders.
“Hannah, put coverings on so I can turn around and challenge your mate. I hope you enjoyed your time together and that you do not love him too much. I will be separating his head from his body shortly.” Taulan ended his demand with a snarl.
She opened her mouth to tell Taulan where to stick his murderous orders, but Lana took care of her own mate.
