Page 51 of Alien Warlord's Fury
He slid one finger inside me, then another, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves above. My head fell back against the stone wall, a moan tearing from my throat. As I touched him, the hard muscle beneath the scales of his tail flexed against my hip.
His tail swept across my bare back as he moved above me, a surprisingly sensitive touch.
"Is this what you needed?" he asked, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "To feel something besides fear?"
"Yes," I gasped as he curled his fingers inside me, finding a spot that made my vision blur. "Don't stop."
His free hand finished what I'd started, pushing his pants down to free his arousal. I looked down between us, taking in the sight of him for the first time. He was magnificent – thick andlong, with pronounced ridges running along the underside of his shaft.
The same golden color as his lifelines traced patterns along the length, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
I reached down, wrapping my fingers around him. His skin was velvet over steel, burning hot against my palm. He groaned as I stroked him, his rhythm faltering inside me.
"Now," I said, guiding him toward my entrance. "I want you now."
He hesitated one last moment, his eyes meeting mine. "Claire, are you certain?"
I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I've never been more certain of anything."
He pushed forward, entering me in one slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch was intense, the ridges along his length creating friction in places I'd never felt before. I cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Nirako stilled, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. "Did I hurt you?"
"No." I rolled my hips against him, taking him deeper. "It's good. So good."
The last threads of his control unraveled. He began to move, each thrust driving me back against the wall. The rhythm was primal, desperate, exactly what I needed.
No gentleness, no careful consideration – just raw need and the overwhelming connection between us.
Our markings and lifelines flared in unison, the bond opening between us, silver and gold light mingling where our bodies joined. I felt his pleasure alongside my own. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing me toward the edge faster than I'd thought possible.
"Nirako," I gasped, clinging to him as the pressure built inside me. "I'm close."
"Let go," he growled against my neck. "I've got you."
His hand slipped between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves again. One stroke, two, and I shattered, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My markings flared blindingly bright, sending silver light dancing across the walls of the chamber.
Nirako followed moments later, his release triggering a second, smaller climax that took me by surprise. I felt the pulse of him inside me, the bond between us transmitting his pleasure directly to my core. As our climax hit, his tail wrapped tightly around my thigh, anchoring us together.
My body still trembled with aftershocks as Nirako held me against the wall, his breathing ragged against my neck. I expected him to pull away, to regain that infuriating control that defined him.
He didn't.
His teeth scraped against my pulse point, sending fresh shivers down my spine. "You wanted me broken," he growled, the vibration rumbling through my chest. "You have no idea what you've unleashed."
I laughed, breathless and challenging. "Show me."
His eyes met mine, and I nearly gasped at the transformation. Gone was the disciplined warrior, replaced by something primal. His pupils had expanded, leaving only a thin ring of gold around the edges.
The lifelines across his chest pulsed with a rhythm I'd never seen before – not steady, not measured, but wild and erratic.
"I will."
He carried me from the wall to the stone ledge where we'd begun, laying me down with surprising gentleness that contrasted with the predatory look in his eyes. His body covered mine, still joined, still hard inside me.
"You think I'm done with you?" He rolled his hips, the ridges along his length dragging against sensitive flesh. "I've barely begun."
I gasped, oversensitive from my first release but already feeling desire building again. "Good."
