Yuri’s breathy moans filled the air, and she made no effort to silence them, letting the river sweep them away into eternity.
The fluttering in her stomach intensified suddenly; she didn’t realize she was falling until her back was on the soft grass. Thargen’s arms banded around her thighs, spreading them wider, and his mouth took on a new ferocity. He devoured her, the sounds of his licking and sucking only broken by his snarls, his huffing, ragged breaths, and his growls, which pushed her to an even higher peak.
Pleasure wracked Yuri’s body. She grabbed his head, scraping her nails over his scalp. That only drove him on harder. His insistent tongue lapped at her sex and plunged into her channel, his nose pressed down on her clit, and his tusks framed her slick, tender flesh.
Her mouth opened to cry out, but no sound emerged—overwhelming ecstasy, overwhelming pressure, stole her breath and constricted her throat.
Thargen tore his mouth away abruptly, releasing one of her legs to push up on his arm. Panting, Yuri lifted her head to look at him. He sucked in a hissing breath and squeezed his eyes shut, lips peeling back further to display his teeth and those wicked tusks. His muscles bulged, and she could feel him trembling.
“Need more,” he growled. When his eyes flashed open to meet hers, they were wild as ever. “Fucking need more of you.”
In a burst of speed, he moved onto his knees, dragged Yuri to him, and wedged himself between her thighs. Then the broad head of his cock was there.
“Forgive me, zoani,” he said, his voice raw and strained. “Forgive me.”
Before Yuri could ask what she was meant to forgive, he thrust into her.
The breath left her in a whoosh. She stiffened, lips parted, brows low. His thick shaft stretched her painfully, demanding her body accommodate it, blazing like a heated iron rod. Even the wetness slickening her inner walls wasn’t enough. Her body was just too untried, too small, too…virginal.
Yuri had never hated being a virgin more than she did at that moment.
Thargen dropped down with his hands to either side of her, caging her in between his arms, and pulled his hips back. His slight withdrawal eased her pain, but that relief was short-lived. He slammed his hips forward again with a grunt, sinking even deeper than before.
Yuri cried out and slapped her hands against his chest. She instinctively tried to close her legs, to alleviate the pressure, the discomfort. Thargen snarled and bucked again, pushing deeper still, forcing her body to take more of him.
Tears stung her eyes, and she dug her nails into his chest. “Thargen.”
He tensed, and his fingers curled into the ground, tearing at the grass.
Yuri reached up and took his face between her hands. “Look at me, Thargen.”
With a huffing exhalation, he angled his head down to meet her gaze. His teeth were still bared, his unfocused eyes blazing, but there was something more in his strained expression. Thargen was still in there.
“You take me. Not your Rage. You.” She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs, trying to ignore the painful pressure between her thighs, trying to keep her voice steady despite it. “You have to be here with me.”
Thargen’s body froze, his pulsing cock still buried within her. Sudden awareness rounded his eyes. “Yuri,” he rasped, and started to pull away.
Yuri wrapped her legs around him, keeping him where he was. Her inner walls clenched his cock, causing him to groan and shudder. The vibration of that shudder traveled into her and chased away a little of her pain with a thrill.
“Kiss me, Thargen. Touch me. I won’t break,” she said, knowing what that glimpse of fear in his eyes meant. “Make me feel good, ease me into this, and show me you’re with me. You’re stronger than your Rage. It isn’t you, it’s just one piece of you.”
For several moments, he remained unmoving but for his heavy breaths, keeping his eyes locked with hers. Then he lifted a hand and brushed it over her cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen. Something in his expression changed—somehow, it softened while heating further.
He bent at his middle, lowering his mouth to hers as his hand trailed down her throat. His kiss was hard, demanding, claiming—but it was him. Yuri slipped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss, opening to him as his tongue moved ruthlessly against hers.
His hand continued down, his rough palm rasping over her breast and her beaded nipple, across her stomach and belly ring, and brushing past the patch of hair on her pelvis until it finally reached the place where their bodies were joined. Her breath hitched as his fingers grazed her sex, sliding over the flesh wrapped around his cock before moving back up to her clit and circling it.
The pleasure wrought by his touch sent a shiver through Yuri that made her arch her back, forcing her hips up—thus taking in a little more of his shaft. Her sex was taut around him, and she could not deny the burn as he stretched her further, but the discomfort was fading in the face of the building sensations as he stroked her clit.
“Yes,” she breathed against his mouth, letting her thighs fall open. “Just like that.”
“You know just what you want, terran,” Thargen said as he pulled his shaft back, allowing her to feel every one of the little metal studs lining it. His body strained as he pushed his cock in again, slower than before but more firmly, his passage eased by her gathering slickness. He released a shuddering breath. “So fucking hot. So fucking tight.”
Yuri squirmed beneath him, panting as heat coiled within her core. She bit his bottom lip and tugged before releasing it. “I want you, Thargen. I’ve always wanted you.”
He growled and gnashed his teeth, punctuating the sound with a hard, fierce thrust of his hips.
Yuri gasped. There was a flash of pain as his cock slammed home, stuffing her full, but that pain was swiftly replaced by a burst of pleasure as Thargen increased the speed and pressure of his finger on her clit.
“Thargen,” she moaned, lashes fluttering as she tipped her head back—but she could not look away from his eyes. She grasped his shoulders and tried to undulate her hips, but she was pinned beneath him, trapped, forced to endure anything and everything he gave her, and he…
He wasn’t moving. She ground her cleft against him, needing…wanting…
Thargen withdrew his hand from her sex, lifting it to his mouth. He groaned as he slid his glistening finger over his tongue. When he lowered that hand, he didn’t return it to her sex; he slipped it beneath her head, grasping a fistful of her hair.
“You want me, zoani, you get all of me.” His voice was a harsh rumbling, rolling into her through their connected bodies, and his eyes were molten gold. “Give me all of you.”
“You have me,” she rasped.
His hips drew back. “You are fucking mine.”
On that last word, Thargen slammed into her again. He angled her head back, exposing her neck, and grazed the sensitive flesh of her throat with lips, tusks, and tongue as his hips pumped with a rapidly quickening rhythm.
Any pain she’d felt before was gone, its memory fading a little more with each stroke of his cock, crushed beneath her growing pleasure. She came to love the faint burn and the incredible fullness each time he shoved into her. His piercings only added to his width and enhanced her stimulation, their smooth studs hitting all the right places.
“Give me everything,” Thargen snarled against her neck, tightening his hold on her hair. “I want it all.”
Yuri hissed at the sting in her scalp, but the sensation became a thrilling tingle that quickly spread through her whole body. Her nipples ached, craving his touch. She dragged her nails down his back, clawing him as hard as she could.
He shuddered, his chest vibrating with a growl. Releasing her hair, he shoved his torso upright, grabbed her hips, and lifted her ass off the ground and onto his thighs. He was like an engine suddenly switched into overdrive. He pistoned his pelvis at a brutal speed, using his hold on her hips to slam her against him and meet his every thrust, driving himself impossibly
deeper.
She panted, barely able to catch her breath with his wild rhythm—barely able to think through the pleasure that was consuming her. She tried to keep her head up, to keep her eyes locked with his, but it was all too much.
Thargen’s grip was too tight, but it wasn’t tight enough. She needed to be closer to him. She was too full, but she needed more inside her, needed more of him filling her, she needed everything.
“Come for me, zoani,” Thargen commanded, words raw and guttural. They were all she needed.
Yuri fractured. Her back arched, forcing her head onto the ground, and she clawed at the grass as rapture rocketed her past all the previous peaks Thargen had lifted her to. She released a choked cry, and her mind was torn asunder, leaving only the waves of ecstasy sweeping outward from her core, each stronger than the last.
A bestial roar tore out of Thargen’s throat. His grip on her hips was relentless, and somehow, his frantic speed increased, taking on a new desperation that forced another cry from Yuri. She felt his shaft swell impossibly larger just as his rhythm faltered.
“Fuck!” He bucked hard, driving his cock right up to her damned womb. The flood of liquid heat at Yuri’s core became an outright deluge as his seed blasted into her. Thargen clasped her to him, grinding against her as his shaft twitched with his prolonged release.
Yuri felt every single spurt. She moaned as her sex contracted around his cock, milking him for more.
Finally, his hips stilled, and he leaned forward, propping himself over her on one arm. Yuri glanced up at his heaving chest, watching a bead of sweat run down to catch on the stud of his pierced nipple before closing her eyes.
I am so going to bite that nipple next time.
She practically hummed with the endorphins running through her veins. Her body felt bruised, but it also felt delightfully languid, sated, and pleasured. She didn’t think she could even lift her pinky finger at this point—and had never known until now just how good a feeling that could be.
“Achievement unlocked,” Yuri said, grinning wide.
His low, rumbling laughter sent another pulse through his cock—and right into her. Yuri nearly purred. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Anyone ever tell you that you have a sexy laugh?” she asked.
“I’ve got a sexy everything, terran,” he replied with a smirk.
“Yeah, you do.”
He returned his hand to her hip and slid both of them up over her belly. He paused briefly to stroke his thumbs around her belly ring, sending fresh tingles over her skin, before his hands moved higher to cup her breasts. “None of it’s as sexy as my female.”
This time, Yuri did purr as she pressed her chest into his calloused palms and settled her hands over his. Her sex clenched around his cock. “Say it again.”
Thargen grunted, slipped his hands under her back, and lifted her as he sat on his heels, resulting in her straddling his lap—and his still-hard cock pushing a little farther into her. Could he seriously get any deeper? She slipped her arms around his neck as her hair fell around her shoulders.
“You’re fucking sexy, zoani.”
“Not that,” she said. “The other part.”
He moved a hand up her spine, sliding his fingers through her hair to cradle the back of her head. “You’re fucking mine, female.”
Yuri smiled and leaned close until their lips were a hair’s breadth apart. “That’s right. Yours. And you are mine.” She lifted her hips slowly, relishing the feel of every little stud on his shaft, and lowered herself back down. A shiver stole through her, but she kept her eyes locked with his. “You’d better give your Rage the message. Yuri’s in charge now.”
A deep chuckle rumbled his chest, and he tipped his forehead against hers. “Have I mentioned that you’re really, really fucking sexy?”
“You might’ve.” She twirled her fingers in his hair. Several of his braids had worked themselves loose, allowing his black locks to flow freely. Yuri’s heart fluttered with her next words. “Have I mentioned that I love you?”
Thargen pulled his head back and looked into her eyes, his expression uncharacteristically solemn. “No. But you’ve shown it.” He moved his thumb in small, slow circles, rubbing the back of her head. “I love you, too, zoani. Love you like it was always meant to be, and I don’t even care if that sounds like those sappy fucking Volturian dramas.”
Yuri was sure she was wearing the biggest, goofiest smile that had ever existed. “You do?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his, tightening her arms around him. He twined his fingers in her hair and kissed her back.
It wasn’t the most heated kiss they’d shared, wasn’t the most desperate, wasn’t the most breathtaking, but it was her favorite one so far—because it so perfectly echoed the words they had just exchanged.
When she bore her hips down on him, Thargen hissed through his teeth and pulled back suddenly, dropping a hand to Yuri’s waist to still her.
“Can’t. Not now,” he said.
Yuri drew back and frowned. “Thargen, you’re not going to hurt—”
“We gotta get moving. Not safe around here anymore.”
She blushed and lowered her eyes; it wasn’t like she’d tried to be quiet or anything. But…damn it, she really liked where she was currently.
Thargen released her hair, curled his finger under her chin, and tilted her head back, guiding her gaze back to his. “Don’t worry, zoani. You’ll be getting as much of this as you can handle from here out.”
Yuri’s skin heated further, and she laughed. “I can still handle a little more.”
He hooked both his hands under her thighs and stood up, groaning slightly as his cock shifted inside her. Her breath hitched, and she squeezed him harder.
“If the water’s not too cold for you, you can have some more,” he said, walking toward the river. Each of his steps, though not particularly heavy, made her bounce on his shaft, creating a little of that sweet, maddening friction.
Yuri wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled as she leaned forward and brushed her lips across his. “I have something to keep me warm.”
Nineteen
Thargen floated up from a deep, dreamless slumber—a sort of sleep he’d not had in recent memory. His slow awakening, during which his senses eased into awareness one at a time like a ship’s systems booting up for a prelaunch check, was just as unusual. Most of the time, he snapped to wakefulness with a jolt, instantly alert even if he didn’t always know exactly where he was or what was happening. The state of high-alert confusion was particularly common following those haunting dreams, many of which felt more immediate and vivid than reality.
The world behind his eyelids was completely dark, and the quiet cocooning him was broken only by the soothing sound of Yuri’s slow, even breathing.
She and Thargen lay on their sides together, his front to her back, in the position she called spooning. At some point, he’d have to ask her what it had to do with spoons—but he loved this no matter what it was called. Her little body was soft, warm, and relaxed, and had somehow become even more perfect a fit with his than it had already been.
This is what peace feels like.
That should have been a simple thought, a passing reflection on his current state, but it held a startlingly profound weight that made his chest ache and something warm spread through it. His mind hadn’t been so calm, so still, in…well, in as long as he could recall. He knew his Rage wasn’t gone; it was a piece of him, just like Yuri had said, and it would be with him forever. But it was silent for now, slumbering in its cave in the depths of his subconscious. The beast had been lulled to sleep by his female.
There’d been times when friends had helped Thargen back down from his Rage, had helped him curtail the worst impulses it triggered until he could find a healthy outlet, but no one had ever been able to penetrate it like she could. Yuri was like a Rage-piercing rifle, able to shoot
straight through to his heart every damned time. She hadn’t just met his Rage head on, she’d made it flinch.
She’d made it her bitch.
And he fucking loved her for that—for that and a million other things. There were people he cared about enough to die for them, but only Yuri made him care enough to really live, to do more than just…exist.
Even if he never felt this degree of serenity and contentment again after today—even if he never felt either again at all—he wouldn’t have changed a single step along the path that had brought him here. His time with Yuri was worth any price. However short it had been up to now, it was the greatest part of his life.
A small part of him wished he hadn’t held back, hadn’t waited, hadn’t wasted so many of those precious moments, but he couldn’t regret even that. The chances of harming her had been too great, the potential consequences too dire, and choosing her safety—which had been the most fucking difficult fucking decision he’d ever made—hadn’t been a mistake.
Thargen inhaled deeply, drinking in air perfumed by her alluring fragrance and the lingering scent of sex. A low rumble sounded in his chest. He tightened his arm around her just a little, drawing her more firmly against him—which only served to remind him that his shaft, already throbbing and swelling to erectness, was caught between their bodies, tucked in the cleft of her ass and along her spine.
It was a delicious taste of torture.
He grinned to himself. His cock had probably seen more use last night than it had over the entirety of the last few years. He and Yuri had fucked beside the river, then in the river, had rutted in the cave—and then in the cave a couple more times, depending on how he interpreted the blurred lines between mind-shattering orgasms. And here he was, still craving more.
Once again, that seemed like it should have been such a small thing—he’d craved her this whole time. But it was Thargen wanting her. It wasn’t just instinct, wasn’t just Rage. All of Thargen wanted all of Yuri; heart, body, mind, spirit, and whatever the hell else there was to have.
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