furious. Wi th the speed of his race, he lunged, catching her wrists and jerking her forward. She went taut, muscles snapping with sudden strength, but his size and fury made him stronger. He flipped her to her back and pressed her to the floor, holding her wrists crossed over her head.
What have you done to me?
A long quiver ran through her entire tense body before she slowly relaxed under him. “Well,” she whispered, quick breaths warming his face, eyes wide pools of darkness. “You keep surprising me.”
He tightened his hold, claws denting her skin. That’s not an answer.
“I didn’t kidnap you. I don’t run the place. I just help them decide who comes to you.”
Who comes to me? Like the droid?
Her lip lifted in a mild sneer. “Eh, not my first choice. I told my boss that wasn’t the right call, but he doesn’t always listen.”
Shelayle?
Her expression soured. “Only because I had to choose someone.”
He loosened his grip a little, studying her features. Her lithe body seemed to hum under him, her heat soaking through his scales in luxurious waves. She shifted a little and her nipples tightened, pressing into him in little urgent knots. He felt his cocks jump and swell against her and hissed through clenched teeth.
So is this a side bonus, like travel expenses? They allow you play with their prisoners?
“No, I’ll get fired,” she panted in a distracted tone. “Adin, I want that inside me. Please, all of them—”
Neeri! he snarled, giving her wrists a shake to get her attention, though the mating burn built with shocking speed inside him, doubling against her own heat, her own need. Why are you here?
“Because…” she moaned out loud then finished in thought I want you, I want you for myself, I need you, Adin, please you feel so good I need you inside me…
She said more but the roari ng fire rushing through him destroyed his capacity to understand words. He could only feel and need with her as he sealed his mouth to hers.
Neeri begged with everything she had but he just kept kissing her until she couldn’t think straight anymore. He moved his mouth over hers like he’d been doing it for years, like he knew exactly what she wanted, how she liked to be teased then plundered.
That black tongue was the devil’s own pleasure toy, nimble and ruthless , working her into a frenzy. She wanted that flick and rasp all over her body, every quivering curve and crevice. She wanted it deep inside her again, driving her right out of her mind and into that place he’d found for her, where vast pleasure shattered then rebuilt her over and over again.
She was ready to come and all he’d done was kiss her. Though she was helping that along, writhing under him and feeling all that glorious, cool strength and hard, slick scales sliding against her. The sensation drove her wild, as though every inch of her had become an erogenous zone.
She jerked her wrists free of his loosened grip and slid her hands down his arms, over his shoulders and down his back, moaning long and low at the feel of so much hard, flexing muscle. His heavy, cool body felt so good to her feverish flesh. She twitched her hips and shifted her legs, trying to wriggle them out from under him.
His turn to moan, hips jerking against her. She could feel his cocks, thick and throbbing, rubbing against her thighs just out of reach , torture of the sweetest kind. Her claws extended and she dug them desperately into his buttocks.
Adin please Adin yes please please…
He finally seemed to hear her, or finally reached her level of desperation. Bracing his hands on the floor, he eased some of his weight from her. She instantly parted her legs and locked them around his waist, arching her hips, so ready for him to fuck her she could feel her juice run down the crack of her ass.
He lifted his head, breath hissing out as he met her gaze. His eyes swirled with brilliant color, almost hypnotic. He reached between them without breaking eye
Daniela Fischerova, Neil Bermel