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A groan rumbles deep in his chest, and even though we’ve just begun, I feel a sense of pride hearing him make that sound just for me. Then he thrusts deep, and I’m the one left breathless. He pulls back, almost all the way out, before surging back in. “Tight. S-so tight,” he growls, and after two strokes, he comes, roaring into my neck.
That was...quick. But it was his first time, so of course, it was.
“How soon can I make you come again?” he asks through ragged breaths as he kisses along my throat.
“You’re ready to go again? This soon?” I ask. He can’t have recovered that quickly. That seems physically impossible. But I can feel him growing and thickening inside me. That’s when I realize alien dicks don’t play by the rules.
“I am,” he rasps into my ear, just as he pulls back and slams into me. Then he’s unhinged, fucking me hard as I scratch my nails down his back, as if that first time was an awkward fluke and he was determined to get it out of the way so he could really show off.
“Like that!” I cry out, sucking air through my teeth. It burns a little, to be stretched this much, but more than anything, the fullness of him, how he’s touching places deep inside me that I didn’t know existed––I don’t ever want him to stop. “Keep going.”
I lift my legs higher, crossing my feet behind his back so I can meet his thrusts as I brace my hands against the window frame.
“You steal my breath,” he whispers, stroking my jawline and pushing my hair behind my ear. “Beautiful.”
I nip at his thumb, grazing the pad with my teeth before wrapping my lips around it and running my tongue over his claw.
When he starts to vibrate inside me, I almost pass out.
Fuck, he feels so good.
I pull his hand down between us and press his index finger against my clit. “Rub here,” I pant. “Circles.”
He does, and he follows the pitch of my moans until he finds the speed and pressure that cause my thighs to quake around him. Each time my pussy contracts and squeezes his cock, I’m rewarded with a deep, rumbling growl and his grip on my ass tightening so much that his claws bite into my skin.
I realize, as I stare at this scarred warrior buried deep inside me, that I’m the one getting to see him truly let go for the first time. I’m lucky enough to witness him in this vulnerable state, feeling the most pleasure he’s ever been on the receiving end of.
It’s hard to believe, honestly, that no other male or female ever found his rugged, hard exterior appealing enough to pursue.
Their loss is my gain. I show him how much I adore his body as I kiss along the scar on his jaw, then down the silver lines that crisscross along his neck, and at the top of his chest. This magnificent beast and his exceptionally large cock are mine. All mine.
“Come with me,” I say as I nip at his earlobe, my body wound tight like a bowstring about to snap.
Two more hard thrusts and I’m gone, bursts of light war with darkness at the edge of my vision as I scream into his chest. He follows close behind, bellowing his release through the open window, into the cold rainy night.
When our breathing returns to normal, he gathers me in his arms and carries me up the stairs to his bedroom. Well, our room, actually. He doesn’t seem to mind that I’ve parked myself here since we returned Stanley, and I have no plans to leave.
He pulls back the covers on the bed and gently places me on my side. Climbing in next to me, he covers us with furs and pulls my back against his front, letting out a contented sigh when I kiss each of his knuckles.
Stanley was certainly fun to spoon, but he’s no Bruvix.
CHAPTER 17
ELEANOR
“Time to wake, zala kovvari,” Bruvix purrs into my ear.
I groan at first, refusing him, and snuggling deeper into the thick, warm blankets. But when he says, “I have a pile of junasii bread for you,” my stomach growls and I decide this is the perfect time to start the day.
“Mmm, okay,” I mumble as I pull Bruvix down for a quick kiss. “Breakfast in bed?” I ask, opening my mouth as he holds up the plate.
“You wish for me to feed you?” he asks, looking puzzled.
“You would refuse the woman who punched your V card?” I ask in mock surprise.
His brow furrows even more, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost him. “What is this vee card?”
I sit up and take the plate from his hands and shove a big piece of warm junasii bread into my mouth with a moan. “It means I took your virginity,” I tell him after I swallow. He hands me a mug of gu’tuu tea, and I take a long sip. “By the way,” I begin, remembering the thing I’ve been meaning to tell him ever since our friendship went from platonic to sexually beneficial, “I’m bisexual, just so you know.”