Savage Desire (The Infinite City Book 4)

by Tiffany Roberts

  “I’m not joking.” Somehow, her flushed cheeks turned even redder. “I mean, I’ve had vibrators and whatever, but I’ve never…done anything with anyone.”

  FUCK!

  Rage flooded his body, superheating his blood and swelling his muscles, blanketing his mind in a haze. He held himself still, breath caught in his lungs. His heartbeat was echoing like thunder in his ears.

  Control. All comes down to control.

  Yuri had never mated with anyone, had never even had anyone else touch her like this. How was that possible? How could a female as beautiful, sexy, kind, funny, and badass as her have never taken a male?

  Thargen could be her first. He could lay that claim on her that no one else ever had, could be her only, could be her male more fully than he’d ever imagined possible.

  All he had to do was give in to the primal urges that were blasting through his lust-fogged mind. All he had to do was push between her thighs and enter her heat. She was right here, willing—more than willing.

  The feel of her sex clamped around his finger was a thrill, a tease, a promise of what could be, but it was also a reminder. A warning.

  If he gave in, his Rage would take her. And her tight sex, her soft little body, would pay the price for his pleasure. He’d hurt his Yuri. He’d never forgive himself for that.

  Yuri wiggled, scooting her ass toward his hand, pushing his finger a little deeper. “I want you, Thargen. I chose you.”

  And I chose you, too, but I can’t have you. How’d we get it so right and so wrong all at once?

  In the short time he’d known her—which had been a lifetime already by some measures—she’d come to mean everything to him. He couldn’t risk her safety, couldn’t bring her pain, not for his own pleasure or any other reason.

  Thargen squeezed his eyes shut and finally released the air in his lungs, blowing it through his teeth. Yuri was all that mattered—her safety, yes, but her happiness too. Even if he couldn’t give her everything she wanted, he could get close.

  His Rage howled inside his mind, railing against his decision, but he wouldn’t relent. It had been allowed its outlet today—he’d fed it four skeks. This was between Thargen and Yuri alone. This was for Yuri.

  He opened his eyes and met her gaze. She looked at him with undisguised yearning, but also with adoration, with affection, with trust. It was that last one that solidified his resolve; he couldn’t violate that trust.

  Lifting his torso upright, he released her wrists and slipped that hand under her back. Her brow furrowed when he withdrew his finger from her sex to grab the hem of her shirt. Still, she didn’t resist when he guided her to sit up, didn’t question him when he drew the shirt off over her head, baring her completely to his hungry eyes.

  He dropped the shirt onto the ground with the other clothing and lowered Yuri onto her back again before tugging her pants—now wadded up at her ankles—off her feet. The garment was forgotten as soon as he tossed it away.

  Thargen stared down at her pale skin, admiring at her curves, which were accented by the deepening twilight shadows and the faint, soft glow of the fire. Her dark hair was spread out around her. Her breasts were full, tipped with bronze nipples, and Thargen’s mouth watered for a taste of them.

  “You’re mine,” he growled an instant before he dropped his head and sucked her hardened nipple into his mouth. He twirled his tongue around that bud and sucked harder, taking more of her breast into his mouth as he cupped her sex again, slipping his finger back into her welcoming heat.

  Yuri gasped, and her hands flew to his head. She curled her fingers into his hair, nails scraping his scalp, as she arched her back. Her eyelids fluttered closed.

  He thrust his finger deeper, pulling it back slightly only to thrust it in again and again until it went as deep as it could.

  Thargen released her nipple and moved to the other, giving it the same attention he had the first. Soft, sultry sounds came from Yuri—little mews, whimpers, and moans. Each one drove him to give her more. He thrust his finger into her faster, its passage eased by the sweet-smelling nectar her body released.

  When he lifted his head, he looked down at her breasts. Her nipples had darkened, beckoning him to take another taste—but it was her nectar he craved more, that nectar for which he’d hungered for what felt like an eternity. Its scent teased him, and the memory of its flavor on his tongue was potent enough to drive him mad.

  Just a taste, he’d told himself before.

  But why the fuck would he limit himself to just one?

  He wanted to do this slowly, to tease her with pleasure, to make her beg. He wanted to take his time. But he needed to have her on his tongue now.

  Thargen withdrew his finger from her sex, cupped the back of her knee, and swung her leg to the opposite side of his body, positioning himself between her thighs. He dropped onto his stomach, looped his arms around her legs, and dragged her toward him.

  “Thargen, wha—”

  He pressed his mouth to her sex and ran his tongue along her slit, lapping up all that sweet nectar.

  So. Fucking. Good.

  Yuri’s breath hitched. Her thighs tensed, and she tried to squeeze them closed, but Thargen forced them wider with a ragged growl. His lips brushed over her folds, and his tongue delved between them, its tip sliding up to flick across her clit. When she cried out and bucked her hips, he only tightened his hold on her.

  The haze of his Rage was nothing compared to the headiness of her nectar. Only two thoughts were coherent through the fog in his mind.

  Mine.

  More.

  Yuri pressed her lips together and curled them into her mouth, biting down on them to keep from crying out as pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced blasted outward from her core. Thargen licked, kissed, and sucked every bit of her sex, and she was helpless, caught in in the trap of his arms. It was torture; it was bliss.

  It was ecstasy.

  She reached one hand out to him, digging her fingers into his hair. She didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer. The sensations he was creating within her grew and grew, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Her thighs trembled, her belly fluttered, and her chest heaved with rapid breaths.

  Pushing herself up on an elbow, Yuri watched with hooded eyes as his tongue moved ruthlessly over her sex.

  The sight of him there, between her thighs, was more erotic than she could have ever imagined. His green fingers with their black nails dug into her pale thighs, and his tusks were cool and hard against her heated flesh, so at odds with his hot, pliable tongue.

  Thargen’s eyes flicked up and caught hers. His golden gaze burned with possessiveness, lust, and hunger. He growled and latched onto her clit, sucking hard.

  Yuri’s lips parted, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her grip on his hair tightened as she ground her cleft against his mouth. It was as though her body had taken over, moving on instinct, demanding more.

  He sucked harder still.

  Yuri’s arm gave out beneath her, and she writhed in his hold.

  It was too much.

  It wasn’t enough!

  Another burst of pleasure made her hips buck wildly, pulling away from his mouth. Thargen dragged her back. His hot breath caressed her sensitive flesh for an instant before his broad tongue licked from her entrance to her clit, which he teased with slow, firm flicks.

  “Mmmf! Thargen!” she cried, grasping at the clothing wadded beneath her.

  Something firm probed her entrance. An instant later, Thargen’s finger thrust into her. Yuri moaned and bore down on that thick digit; it was enough to fill her all by itself. It felt so damn good, and she couldn’t help but yearn for more. For him. To feel his pierced cock push inside her. The thought of it only made her wetter.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Thargen pulled his finger out and circled her entrance with its tip, spreading her essence. When he returned that finger to her opening, it was accompanied by a second; he pres
sed them into her together.

  Yuri’s toes curled against his back, and her body tensed as his fingers stretched her.

  “That’s it, zoani.” Thargen’s rumbling voice sent thrilling vibrations through her. “Take them. Take them into that sweet, tight pussy.”

  Yuri lifted her head and opened her eyes, looking down her body to meet his gaze again. He grinned and returned his lips to her clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking, teasing it with his tongue.

  Every muscle within Yuri quivered. The pressure inside her sex built as he pushed his fingers forward, drawing them back only a little before thrusting them back inside her and spreading them to stretch her wider. The pain was minor compared to the glorious pleasure building inside her.

  “Come for me, Yuri. Right into my fucking mouth,” he said before sucking her clit back between his lips.

  Her head fell back onto the ground. Heat blazed across her every cell. Soon, she was rocking against his hand and mouth, needing his fingers deeper, needing…needing…

  Yuri’s entire body exploded with sensations she could not describe. She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back farther as a scream built within her throat.

  Thargen released one of her legs and clamped his hand over her mouth. Her ragged cry was muffled by his palm as her sex contracted around his fingers. Liquid heat flooded her, and Thargen thrust his fingers faster, harder, deeper, sucking her clit relentlessly throughout. Yuri undulated her sex against his mouth and fingers and grasped his arm in both hands, digging her nails into his skin.

  Thargen slipped his fingers out of her, and she whimpered at the emptiness left in their place as spasms continued to roll through her. Not a moment later, his tongue replaced those fingers, delving into her entrance, licking and curling with startling firmness and strength. That clever tongue coaxed another rush of liquid heat from her, and he drank it all down greedily.

  Finally, she released her grip on him, letting her arms fall to the sides, and collapsed upon the rumpled clothing. Her thighs trembled in the aftermath, and she twitched with every leisurely flick of Thargen’s tongue.

  Thargen’s hand slid from her mouth to settle around her throat. He rumbled against her and placed a kiss on her clit. “You taste so fucking good, zoani.” He pressed his nose into her public hair and breathed deeply, causing her to giggle. “Smell good, too.”

  Yuri hummed. She’d never felt so relaxed. She could’ve sworn that her body was made of putty, all heavy and mushy. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

  Thargen tensed. He lifted his head, braced an arm on the ground, and pushed himself up onto his knees. The sudden absence of his heat, weight, and nearness had her opening her eyes, confusion further clouding her lust-hazed mind.

  His tongue flicked out to run across his lips. “Tough shit, terran. Time for bed.”

  She skimmed her eyes over his body. He looked bigger, broader, his muscles straining beneath his skin. But it was his thick, hard cock, clearly outlined in his pants, that her gaze fixed upon. She barely noticed the chill from the wind blowing against her naked skin; she wanted him. Now.

  She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Fuck, don’t give me that look,” he said as he stood up—his new position only enhancing the outline of his erection.

  Yuri could actually see it throbbing, even in the poor light.

  She sat up and held her arms out to him. “Come back to me, Thargen. You know you want to.”

  He clamped a hand over his shaft and squeezed hard enough to make his knuckles go pale, hissing through his teeth. His jaw ticked, and the reflection of the firelight in his eyes was suddenly brighter—suddenly wilder.

  Yuri spread her thighs, calling Thargen’s eyes to her sex. “I want you, Thargen. And I know you want me, too.”

  His chest swelled with a slow, deep breath. When he released it through his clenched teeth, he stepped closer to her and sank into a crouch. Yuri smiled and placed her hands on his shoulders, brushing her fingers over his solid muscle. Thargen’s hands encircled her waist. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, and all she could do was stare into his eyes, basking in his heat.

  Before she understood what was happening, he was lifting her off the ground and standing up. He threw her over his shoulder, wrapped an arm around her legs, and gave her ass a sharp smack.

  Yuri shrieked and swiftly covered her mouth to silence the sound. It wasn’t that the slap had hurt—well, maybe it had stung, but it was a good sting that only made her wetter—but more that it had surprised her.

  “Thargen! What are you doing?” she demanded, bracing her hands on his back. Her already dark world was made even more so by the curtain of hair hanging around her face.

  “I said time for bed, terran. Guess I should’ve specified I meant to sleep.”

  “But what about—” She bit off her words when he smacked her other ass cheek. This time, he soothed it with his palm afterward. Whatever his intentions, he was making her anything but sleepy. Every time he struck her backside, her sex clenched, and fresh heat flooded her.

  Was she seriously getting turned on by being spanked?

  She never, ever would have thought that’d be something she was into, but here she was, her ass sticking up in the air, still pulsing with the sting of the last slap, craving more.

  Thargen crouched again, but he didn’t let her down. She brushed the hair out of her face with one hand to see him quickly gathering the clothing she’d spread on the ground—and the clothing he’d taken off her.

  “You’re serious?” she asked.

  “I’m always serious.”

  Yuri snorted. She couldn’t help it. His response had been a bald-faced lie.

  “Okay, so maybe that’s a slight exaggeration,” he grumbled as he rose and strode toward the cave, “but yeah, I’m serious. Gotta rest while we can.”

  “What about once we get settled in the cave?”

  “Sleep.”

  Yuri groaned loud and dramatically. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some orc dick? I’m dying here. A virgin death. How sad is that?”

  Thargen snickered and turned his face to kiss her hip. “I’ll spear you with my tongue again.”

  “I’d rather you spear me with your cock,” she said as he entered the darkness of the cave.

  This time, he groaned, strengthening his hold on her. “Survival situation, zoani. Take what you can get and be grateful.”

  Yuri reached down and slapped his ass.

  “Fuck!” he snapped, his hips jolting forward.

  “Be grateful.”

  “I think I just came.”

  Yuri buried her face against his back and laughed.

  “Don’t see why you’re laughing,” he said. “You just lost whatever chance you had. I’m spent.”

  “I never took you for being a liar.” As if to prove it, she stretched her foot down until the tips of her toes grazed his erection.

  He grunted, released a huff of air, and crouched again. Yuri heard fabric rustling in the dark but couldn’t see anything.

  “You’re gonna be the death of me, terran. At least it’ll be a fuck of a lot sweeter than the one I always imagined.”

  She ran her fingers over his back, tracing the contours of his muscles and the lines of his scars by touch. Just the thought of something happening to him—of him getting hurt or dying—sobered her up. They’d already gone through so much, and they weren’t safe yet.

  “Nothing is going to happen to you,” she said softly.

  Thargen gently set Yuri on her feet. His hands moved up to cup her cheeks, thumbs stroking her skin. “You already happened to me, zoani. Nothing else matters.”

  Sixteen

  Yuri awoke to find weak gray light coming in through the mouth of the cave—it was enough to make the opening distinguishable from the dark stone around it, but only just. She blinked the sleep away from her eyes. She was lying on her side with Thargen’s body curled around her from behind, his heavy arm wr
apped around her, and his leg thrown over hers.

  He’d carried her into the cave last night, forced a shirt over her head, and left her to gather the rest of their belongings and put out the fire. The shirt hadn’t been enough to ward off the chill in the night air—that was until he’d returned to her, lying down and pulling her into the wonderous heat of his body.

  She hadn’t thought the insatiable lust coursing through her body and clouding her mind would allow her to sleep while she was tucked against him. All she’d been able to focus on was the oddly heavy emptiness between her legs, the rasp of fabric against her sensitive nipples, and his hard, twitching cock against her back.

  Exhaustion must have caught up with her eventually.

  But now…

  She was wide awake, and her body reacted immediately to his nearness, his heady, honeyed amber scent, and the feel of his shaft—which was as hard as ever and pressed insistently into the curve of her ass.

  Yuri grinned and, ever so carefully, turned in his arms until she was facing him. She could just barely make out Thargen’s features in the gloom. His brow creased, and he tightened his hold on her, drawing her closer.

  That was all right; she could work with that. The vorgal was being stubborn about his own arousal, and she didn’t know why when it clearly caused him pain so much of the time. This morning, she’d just take matters into her own hands—literally.

  She flattened her palm on his abdomen and smoothed it down his body, slipping it beneath the snug waistband of his pants. Her fingertips brushed the head of his cock. She sucked in a sharp breath, flicking her gaze up to his face. Thargen didn’t stir.

  Biting her bottom lip, she ran her fingers over the blunt, round head and along the slit at its tip. There was already moisture gathered there. Using her thumb, she smeared it around the rim.

  Yuri eased her hand farther into his pants, sliding her palm down his shaft and over the little bumps of his piercings until she reached his root. She curled her fingers around him; her hand couldn’t even fully encircle his girth. His pulse throbbed against her palm.