Page 31 of Snared


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“Mine,” I growled, gripping her hips as I seated myself fully inside her. “Even without the mark, you are mine.”

Phil chose that moment to reach one tendril toward me, conveying a message that nearly made me laugh despite the intense pleasure coursing through my body.

The jungle trembles with your joining,came the impression.All flora within fifty meters have synchronized their reproductive cycles in response.

I snorted, unable to help myself. Leave it to an entire ecosystem to get hot and bothered by our mating.

“What’s funny?” Miri gasped, looking back at me over her shoulder, her hair wild and her eyes glazed with desire.

“Later,” I promised, beginning to move within her. “I’ll tell you later.”

I set a rhythm that made her moan with each thrust, her body yielding to mine with perfect synchronicity. The position allowed me to go deeper, to reach places inside her that made her gasp and clutch at the moss beneath us. I kept one hand on her hip, steadying her, while the other reached around to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex.

As I pleasured her, my mind filled with visions of our future—of those “dates” she had mentioned. I imagined her sitting astride me, feeding her from my hand while her slick heat bathing my cock and hips. The thought of having her in public, of watching her try to maintain composure while I filled her so completely, made me wild with desire.

“Fuck,” I growled, the crude Terran word slipping out as my hips snapped forward with greater force. “I’m going to take you everywhere, kassari. Going to have you in every way possible.”

The vines around us sensed my increasing urgency, extending tendrils to support Miri’s weight as my thrusts grew more forceful. They curled beneath her breasts, around her thighs, creating a living cradle that allowed me to focus solely on our pleasure.

“Yes,” she panted, pushing back to meet each thrust. “God, yes, Lor. Like that.”

I leaned over her, my chest pressed against her back, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear as I growled filthy promises. “Going to fill you up. Going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. Going to make you scream mine instead.”

My fingers circled her clit with increasing pressure, matching the rhythm of my hips. The wet sound of our joining filled the air, obscenely perfect, punctuated by her gasps and my growls. The scent of sex and sweat and jungle heat wrapped around us like a physical thing.

When I felt her begin to tighten around me, I redoubled my efforts, driving into her with enough force to make the moss bed shift beneath us. The vines held firm, supporting her, adding their own gentle pressure to her sensitive points.

“Come for me,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. “Let me feel you come apart on my cock.”

She obeyed with a keening cry, her inner walls clamping down on me with such force that I nearly followed her over the edge. But I wasn’t finished yet. As the waves of her orgasm still rippled through her, I withdrew from her swollen passage, earning a whimper of protest that quickly transformed into a gasp of surprise as I positioned myself at her other entrance.

I’d prepared her there with my fingers earlier, but still I moved with cautious precision, easing the head of my cock past the tight ring of muscle. Her body resisted briefly, then yielded with a shuddering sigh that told me the intrusion was welcome.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the tightness almost unbearable. “So tight. So perfect.”

Inch by careful inch, I worked myself inside her, one hand still circling her clit to ensure her pleasure outweighed any discomfort. When I was fully seated, both of us were panting, suspended in a moment of exquisite tension.

“Mine,” I growled, beginning to move with shallow, controlled thrusts. “All of you. Every part.”

She responded with incoherent sounds of pleasure, her body accepting me completely, her trust in me absolute. The realization pushed me closer to the edge, my control fracturing as I felt another orgasm building in her body.

Phil undulated nearby, the jungle’s anticipation feeding into our pleasure like a feedback loop. I wasn’t going to last much longer. The sight of my mate—my kassari—taking me so completely, so willingly, was too much.

With a final, powerful thrust, I emptied myself inside her, marking her in the only way I would allow myself for now. She came again at the same moment, her whole body convulsing around me, milking every drop of my release.

I collapsed beside her, careful not to crush her smaller frame, and pulled her against my chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps that matched my own, her skin slick with evidence of our passion. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her scent, committing it to memory.

“Wow,” she finally managed, her voice hoarse from crying out. “That was...holy wow.”

I rumbled a laugh against her neck, dangerously close to where my mark would eventually go. “Indeed.”

“Why didn’t you bite me?” She touched her neck questioningly. “I could feel you want to. It was almost a physical thing.”

I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because when I mark you—and I will mark you, make no mistake—I want it to be a coherent choice you make. Not a heat-of-the-moment decision.”

Her eyes met mine, searching. “What if I already know my choice?”

“Then it will still be there tomorrow,” I murmured, stroking her hair. “And the day after. And every day until you’re ready.”