Page 18 of The Hunter's Mate
“Not my pet,” he says. “My mate.”
I meet his eyes over my shoulder, strange in the darkness.
And I can see the truth in his gaze…so I accept.
I hook my leg around and knock him from where we sit over the zimya, and he lands with a thud in the moss beside it. I’m on top of him in a heartbeat, stripping my bloody shirt off and tossing it god knows where in the marsh before he rolls me again to get on top.
I roll my hips up toward him as he settles between my legs, and Nyrik rumbles again, his speaking voice mingling with that unending drone.
“So delicate,” he says, grazing a claw between my breasts as his tongue flicks out to taste the air between us. “The way you killed was a sight to behold when I truly believed you to be soft.”
“Don’t be gentle with me,” I hiss. “I want you to take me hard.”
His laugh sends pleasure shooting straight to my core. “Oh, little Fawn…I know no other way.”
Nyrik slices a single claw down the leg of my pants and strips them from me, leaving me naked in the moonlight save for the places I’m painted with alien blood. He licks at it like he’s never tasted anything more delicious, then his tongue flits over my lips.
I buck and open my mouth.
“This is a place of stimulation,” he observes. I want him to kiss me, even though I know he won’t exactly be able to with his scaled lips and fangs. He has a tongue, though…and he knows how to use it. “You’re warm here.”
I swirl my tongue around his, finding it just as dexterous as when he licked my pussy last night.
“You have no idea,” I murmur.
I wrap my lips around his tongue and suck, then nip at it. He rears back and I think he might be offended or something, but his pupils are dilated.
I roll my hips again.
“I can do all kinds of things with it, too, if you show me what you’re packing,” I say.
He cocks his head. “A human figure of speech—I do not know weapon you’re referring to—”
I grind my hips and his frill ripples.
“Oh.”
His claws go up to the neck of his armor and I watch as he pulls down a zipper I hadn’t seen before, baring a muscled, scaly chest painted with the same vivid colors as his head in yellow, orange and green. The zipper parts the armor and it falls easily away from his arms, around his waist. I examine the ways he’s different, the sharp joints, the rough flesh.
And then, as he shrugs the uniform lower, I realize he’s much different than what I’m used to.
I don’t understand that I’m looking at his cock until it twitches and somehow grows longer. A bundle of spines like the ones on his frill are at the tip, and colored bright white. His shaft turns from white to neon at the base, and there’s another appendage there too—this one tapered.
I look up at him with wide eyes.
His tongue flicks out and his fangs are bared in what almost seems like a reptilian smile.
Then his claws land on my hips and tug me toward him.
“My people take their mates from behind,” he says. “On your knees.”
I let out a harsh breath. “With both…?”
His eyes widen slightly, a challenge. “Oh, sweet human—that will have to wait. Now kneel, mate.”
His tail twitches as he looks down at me, and I scramble to roll over onto my stomach. Nyrik rakes his claws down my hips, almost certainly leaving a mark, then I feel his tongue lick up my seam, all the way to my hole.
He dips inside.