by Zoey Draven
Impossible.
And yet, it felt real.
“H-how will we know?” she asked him. “Whether…whether…”
“You will know.”
And then, after a few more breathless moments, she felt it.
What started off like a warm flutter in her belly began to grow, spreading through her entire body. Her lips parted, her lids fluttered, and soft, waves of pleasure made her grasp more strongly onto Vaxa’s thickly muscled arm. A soft moan tumbled from her lips and her clit began to throb and pulse between her thighs.
“V-vaxa…”
He hissed out a breath and he rasped, “Tev, luxiva. Tev.”
Her breaths came fast. Her light, thin shift dress suddenly felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and she could feel every swish and scratch of the material across her skin. When a gust of wind lightly swept across their bodies, the dress scraped against her tight nipples and her knees buckled.
Vaxa swiped her up against his body and she clawed at his shoulders, trying to press into him closer. Lust and desire and need swarmed her veins. She hopped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he palmed her backside. She gyrated her hips into his hard abdomen, mewing sounds she’d never made in her entire life falling from her lips, trying to ease the sweet pressure between her thighs.
Vaxa strode towards the tent. Every step jolted her clit.
“Vaxa, I n-need you,” she panted. “Now.”
“Patience, luxiva,” he grated, even though the tendons in his neck strained at his words. He looked like he was on a hair trigger.
Frustration ate at her. When he ducked inside the tent, Kate hardly took notice of their surroundings before she reached between them, her fingers sliding inside his thin pants to find his cock. His hips bucked as she tried her best to wrap her fingers all the way around, but he was too thick. She slid her hand down, her fingers gliding over the knobs she was so intrigued by, before her hand was thrown away.
Vaxa growled, the sound purely animalistic, and he tossed her down onto a bed of furs towards the back of the tent. When he fell to his knees over her, she clawed at his clothes as he ripped her dress from her body, the fabric falling in tatters in his grip. She felt creamy arousal drip down her thighs and Vaxa groaned, nostrils flaring, shucking himself of his pants and shirt until he was as nude as she.
God, he was magnificent. His muscles were bunched and strained, making him seem twice as large. His horns were stiff and his black, course hair tickled her breasts as he leaned over her. He looked untamed, wild, unraveled.
Kate needed him with a desperation that scared her. She didn’t want foreplay. She didn’t want to tease him and she didn’t want him to tease her. She needed his cock—that fucking wonderful, ridged, vibrating cock—deep inside her, thrusting and stretching and pounding, consuming her until she forgot about everything but him. Just him.
“Yes, Vaxa,” she cried when he pulled her thighs wide, positioning himself, readying.
“The Fates have blessed us, luxiva,” he growled, the head of his cock resting just outside her entrance. “You are mine now.”
He slid inside her with one powerful thrust of his hips.
Her scream tangled with his roar.
The purest of mating sounds.
Huge, huge, huge, she thought desperately.
Kate choked on her breath, her arms falling wide at her sides in surrender, a constant stream of moans being torn from her throat. He was massive inside her, so huge that his cock stimulated everything. Those hard knobs and ridges that lined his perfect, perfect cock? They aligned with her G-spot. Every thrust sent a searing path of heat straight to her clit. She groaned when he hit her cervix but it was the sweetest pain.
“Tight, female,” Vaxa rasped above her. “So tight.” He said something in Luxirian, but didn’t seem to notice that he’d switched languages.
He groaned, plunging inside her. He dropped his body down, placing his palms flat on both sides of her head as his hips continued to piston between her legs. His scent hit her hard and she cried out, raking her fingernails down his back, trying to hang on as he fucked her senseless.
Vaxa’s gaze pinned her and she’d never felt anything more intimate. His gaze was unwavering as mated her body. The way he moved, the way he stroked inside her…God, she loved it!
“Your cunt is taking me so sweetly,” he rasped down to her. “Your sweet, tight cunt.”
Mmm, and her alien loved dirty talk.
She was being claimed, she realized. Her alien warrior was claiming her and she loved every moment of it.
Her orgasm hit her, catching her unaware. And then she tipped over the edge.
Kate screamed, her head thrashing from side-to-side, her eyes rolling into the back her head as unbelievable pleasure crashed down on her, wave after wave, relentlessly hounding her, demanding its due. Her vision blacked out and she could hardly breathe as her back arched.
She heard Vaxa’s roar in the back of her mind as her pussy tried to draw his seed, clenching around him like a vice. But he didn’t give it up. Not yet. Her alien sex god had stamina.
When she resurfaced, she was panting, flushed from head-to-toe, and suddenly fearful. Another orgasm like that would surely kill her…but she moved her hips against Vaxa’s continued thrusts like the wanton, pleasure-seeking human she was.
He was nearing his end, but it seemed like he was holding back a little, waiting for something.
“Give it to me,” she rasped, her voice nothing more than a husky shell of what it used to be. “Let me take all of you, Vaxa.”
His chest rumbled and she gasped when his cock vibrated inside her, for just a brief moment.
“You want this, female?” he growled.
“Yes!”
Before she knew it, he reached over her head and came back with a sharp, black-tipped dagger. She sharply inhaled, feeling her pussy spasm around his cock. Kate gasped when he sliced a shallow cut across one of his pectoral muscles, a thin line of dark blue blood appearing.
“Do not be afraid of me, luxiva,” he murmured, stilling his hips for a brief moment when her eyes froze on the blood.
“I’m not,” she whispered.
He swiped the pad of his thumb across the cut, collecting a smear of blood, before holding it to her lips. “Then taste me.”
She realized that he’d dulled his claws. For her? They’d been sharp and lethal before. But now, they looked filed down slightly so that they wouldn’t cut into her delicate skin.
That knowledge warmed her and her body jerked when he gave her a hard, mind-numbing thrust. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and drew his thumb between her lips, sucking the blood off. Vaxa’s eyes flared, his pupils dilating before he leaned down and kissed her hard.
Kate gasped into their kiss, the taste of his blood sizzling through her. He licked the insides of her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, mating her with his tongue.
Before she could respond, he pulled away and in a flash, he nicked her on the side of her neck. The blade was so sharp that she hardly felt the sting.
And then he fell on top of her, licking the red blood from her neck, eliciting a breathy moan from her.
“Take me, mate,” he rasped, before he began steadily fucking her once more, that thick cock filling her, stretching her.
She cried out and then she latched her lips onto his pectoral, running her tongue over his blood.
Blood bond.
She understood what Vaxa had meant now. There was a spark inside her and this blood bond was the tinder, building the fire higher and higher until it threatened to consume her.
What was most alarming was that she felt him. Not just inside her, but inside her. In her mind, in her blood. He was a presence, a warmth. She could reach out to him and she felt him respond.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!
Kate began to cum again. And if she thought she couldn’t have cum any harder than her last orgasm…she’d been wrong. Very, very wr
ong.
“Yes, fuck yes!” she screamed before her words slurred into an endless babble. Vaxa surged forward, his thrusts becoming erratic, some long strokes, some short jabs. He fucked her so hard that their entire fur bed began to move, inching closer and closer to the tent wall. And then he began that purring/growling noise. His cock began to vibrate inside her, stimulating her G-spot and clit and the sensitive walls of her pussy. “Oh f-fuck!”
Those ridges…those goddamn ridges.
There were no words. No sounds. The most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced raced through her body, curling her toes, lacing her blood with pleasure until she thought she would burst. With a growl, he pushed her head back to his blood and she licked and sucked at him desperately.
“Mine,” he snarled, changing his angle, which made another orgasm crash down onto her. It was endless and she gasped like a fish out of water. His dulled claws dug into her ass, before he licked off more of her blood. Her head swam with immeasurable pleasure, making her dizzy. “Tell me!”
“Y-yours, Vaxa!” she screamed. “Yours, yours, yours!”
“Luxiva!” he growled before his whole body gave a strong jerk. He threw his head back and roared as streams of hot cum suddenly bathed her walls, so powerful that each and every lash felt like a thrust. He emptied his seed inside her, fucking her until their bed hit the tent wall. In her mind, she felt his pleasure. It channeled her own.
And then Vaxa collapsed, rolling off her at the last moment, taking her with him so that they lay side-by-side, facing one another, with his cock still deep inside her. Kate felt high. She felt dazed, like an entire new world had just revealed itself to her. And in a way, she thought, thinking of the Fates, it had.
Vaxa had filled her up with so much cum that it leaked from between their bodies, trailing down her thighs. But neither of them moved a muscle. Kate didn’t think she could move even if she wanted to.
And as his blood flowed powerfully through her and her body hummed with a new, strange feeling that she’d never known was possible…Kate didn’t know if she could ever be the same again.
SEVENTEEN
The mating call rang through Vaxa’an before they’d even had time to regain their breath. He groaned, his cock thickening inside her, seed lubricating his slit, preparing himself for his mate. The mating call came in waves and it was the most intense in the beginning of the ravraxia. During the first span, all they would do was mate.
Vaxa’an knew Kate felt the desire as well. The fellixix had been formed through the blood bond. She was in him, tethered to him. He would be able to feel her, a constant touch in her mind, as he was in hers.
He tested the fellixix, the sensation as new to him as it would be to her. Urging her to feel his desire, Vaxa’an heard her gasp. The furs shifted as her back arched.
“Vaxa?” she asked, tone hesitant, slightly afraid.
He purred, wanting to calm his female. “Do not worry, luxiva.”
Vaxa’an slid his arms around her and repositioned their bodies so that she was on top, straddling his hips. Her palms rested on his chest to balance herself, as her breasts swayed. Her tight walls clenched around his cock and his fingers dug into her sides, trying to keep control. His female had a vaxix that made him lose all grasp of reality. He would spend the next few spans happily and ravenously buried in it and even then, he wouldn’t be able to get enough.
The scent of her arousal and his seed made his head swim and he growled, needing to mate her again. But his luxiva seemed to know what he needed. Her hips began to move, grinding down onto his cock, and he hissed out a breath.
“Tev, luxiva,” he groaned.
His eyes were riveted on her breasts, watching as they bobbed with her thrusts, and he leaned up, catching one between his lips, sucking and laving her nipple with his ridged tongue.
His Kat moaned and her pace quickened. She was riding him so sweetly, using his thick cock for her own pleasure and he loved it.
“Vaxa,” she breathed, panic mixed with pleasure in her gaze. “I—I don’t know if I can…”
He knew what she was trying to say. He reached where there bodies were joined and lightly strummed her clit. She tossed her head back, rearing up before slamming down on his cock. His abdomen clenched at the exquisite pleasure.
“You can, luxiva,” he said, his voice gruff. “You will take me over and over again for the next few spans. It is the Fates’ blessing. It is the blood bond. It is the Luxirian way.”
“I-I’m not a Luxirian,” she breathed, eyes wild. Her walls fluttered around his cock and he knew she was on the verge of cumming.
“You are,” he insisted, driving his hips into her to punctuate his words. A strangled groan tore from her throat. “You are my mate. You will be mother to my offspring. You will be my lavrix’an and rule beside me until the end of our spans.”
Kat’s head lolled, her eyelids fluttering. Her belly clenched and her thighs shook around him.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her dazed eyes sought his and he saw everything that he needed to know reflected in her gaze.
“Vaxa, I’m scared,” she whispered. The fellixix touched inside her and he knew her fear ran much deeper than what was happening in this moment.
“Luxiva ta rix l’an,” he soothed.
Do not fear me, mate.
He’d said those words to her when he’d first captured her, before he’d received the language implant. And even though she didn’t understand Luxirian—at least not yet—the fellixix told him that she understood his meaning well enough.
“I will bring you great happiness,” he told her. “I will give you many offspring, a home.”
Vaxa’an held her gaze even as he gritted his jaw, trying to keep his seed as her already slick cunt grew slicker and slicker around him. He needed her to understand this.
But her eyes glimmered with hesitation, though they were as joined as two beings could possibly be in his culture.
And then he realized that perhaps he needed to show her that this was what she wanted because she would not allow herself to accept it. Deep inside her, he sensed that she couldn’t fully accept him, accept Luxiria, because she felt a loyalty to her own planet. Choice had been taken from her and she was rebelling.
Perhaps he needed to show her that her rebellion was futile. He was her future and she was his. Their paths were destined to cross. Why else would the Fates have blessed their union?
Perhaps she needed the warrior in him after all, demanding her complete surrender and not simply asking for it.
Something swelled in his chest. A rightness. A primal feeling that his Instinct resonated with deeply.
Without hesitation, he growled and bucked her off, catching her around the waist and twisting her beneath him. He positioned her on her hands and knees before him, relishing her gasp of surprise and the enticing sight of her lush backside, before he surged back into her with one smooth stroke.
“Oh my God,” she screeched, back bowing, as he drove into her, his flesh slapping against hers, filling the tent with the sounds of their primitive mating. Her nails raked against the furs below her and he realized he needed more.
His hands left her hips briefly to grab both of her wrists, bringing them behind her back. She cried out in her new position and his Instinct purred its approval. She was completely at his mercy, completely vulnerable. Her breasts bobbed wildly as he held her by her wrists, giving him more leverage to fuck her deeper and harder.
Vaxa’an had never fucked in this position before. This position was for mates. It required complete trust on both sides and he needed to show her that he would never harm her, but that yes, he would conquer her and make her his.
“You are my mate,” he growled, pounding her tight cunt from behind. “Your place is with me.”
“Vaxa,” came her breathless reply.
“I will never let you go.”
Then came her orgasm.
She didn’t make a sound, but f
rom his angle, Vaxa’an could see her lips parted in a silent scream and he could feel how violently her walls clamped down on his cock, demanding his seed. This time, he gave it up willingly.
His orgasm blinded him, making him lose all reason. Through a haze, he continued to plow into her supple, giving body, prolonging both of their pleasure, feeling her orgasm combine with his to create one spectacular, spine-tingling sensation that he would only ever experience with her.
He had what many Luxirians never would have. Not even his sire and mother had been fated mates. They had been Breeding partners, but they had loved one another deeply, so deeply that his sire had followed his mother willingly into the next life after the Jetutians had taken her own.
What Vaxa’an would have with his luxiva would surpass even that.
She didn’t realize it yet, but he did. And he wouldn’t rest until she understood the gravity of what it meant.
Kat’s body went slack and Vaxa’an gently released her, pulling out slowly from her body. His shimmering seed leaked from her, mixed with her juices, and he used the soft side of one of the furs to clean between her thighs before tossing it away.
When he turned her around to hold her close to his body, he grew alarmed when he saw liquid pooling in her eyes.
“Did I hurt you, luxiva?” he asked, his voice aghast. His Instinct clawed at his chest, thinking that he’d hurt his mate, and he wanted to roar in regret.
“No,” she whispered, the liquid falling from her eyes down her cheeks. Her head rested on his chest and he felt them on his own body.
“Why this then?” he murmured, only slightly relieved, touching the strange liquid. He had done something to cause her sadness and he needed to remedy it. The fellixix told him only so much about her emotional state. It didn’t allow him to read her mind; it just enabled him to feel imprints of her mind. When he delved deeper inside her, he felt…confusion? His Kat was confused and that was the reason for the liquid?
