Page 19 of The Hunter's Mate
I almost lose it right then and there.
“You’re too tight here for my cock,” he says. “We’ll work on that.”
“Please,” I moan.
“So the mighty huntress turns to a keening, begging little lamb when I touch her there,” he says. “Interesting.”
The bundle of spines nudges at my entrance. It’s softer than I expected, and every little touch of a spine sparks something feral in me.
I push my hips back toward him and my pussy swallows the head.
Oh my God…there has to be something in those spines. An aphrodisiac, something.
I let out a ragged breath as Nyrik’s drone makes my pussy throb, arousal gushing around him.
“Fawn…my sweet mate,” Nyrik breathes. “You have the spirit of a Mlok…but you are so much softer, so much hotter…”
He pushes deeper and I wail into the empty swamp as he takes me by the shoulders, as his second cock rasps against my clit.
“How quickly will you come for me, Fawn?” he asks.
Right away, I try to tell him.
But I think he already knows.
I buck my hips wildly as he pulls out and pushes back in, scales resting on my shoulder, his cocks penetrating me and stroking my clit at the same time. My pace is ragged and out of rhythm, but he stays steady, somehow.
I squeeze around him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
“Your body was made for me,” he drones, his voice rattling my bones. “These tight holes, the sweet arch of your back, your soft flesh…I will fuck you in every hole as we traverse the stars, Fawn. I will fill you with my seed. I will make you my mate in every possible way until you are truly and thoroughly claimed.”
He abruptly starts to fuck me hard and fast, and I lose my ability to hold myself up as I crash down to my elbows.
Then he slows again…and I ache for him to start over.
“Sweet Fawn with your fragile form,” he says. “I’ll leave bite marks all over you. Would you like that?”
“God yes,” I sob.
He thrusts. Another jolt of pleasure rushes through me.
“I’d like to bite you now,” he says. “If you’ll let me.”
“Yes!”
Another round of hard fucking takes me by surprise, and I cry out when he leans over to sink his teeth into my shoulder. I learn his pace and match him, and I groan and scream when his tongue thrashes over the bite to lick the blood from my skin.
“Mine,” Nyrik mutters through clenched teeth. “All mine.”
His seed floods me a moment later, filling me with heat. I come around his cock, already going limp, letting him catch me around the middle. It’s like he expands to touch every inch of me, caressing my inner walls, finding and tweaking my breasts…
When he pulls out, our mingled arousal drips between my thighs, blood now leaking from the wound on my neck. I somehow manage to pull myself up into a kneel, and Nyrik yanks me to his chest as his softening arousal retreats into a slit at his groin.
“Are you ready to leave this planet?” he murmurs. “To hunt on alien worlds, to pursue only the most dangerous predators?”
I picture the aliens that invaded Earth, and I nod as I breathe against his shoulder, as his claws play with my breasts.