Page 82 of You're Not My King!

“For now,” he said, and it sounded like a promise. My skin tingled with anticipation, and I felt the urge to spin around and bolt just for that extra spice factor, but Vo’ak’s clawed grip on my waist was unwavering. “But that does not mean we cannot practice thoroughly in the meantime.”

I swallowed thickly. “Practice is good.”

And thanks to the A&R fucking space station, we had our whole lives for it.

REUBEN

When Vo’ak threw me over his shoulder—caveman style—and marched us toward our den, I hadn’t really expected to end up with my head dangling off the edge of the bed and his cock all the way in my throat, but I wasn't mad about it. I had thought he would have skipped straight into bending me over and fucking me like a deranged beast, but hey, feral foreplay was good, too.

More than good. It was hot as hell.

Vo’ak had me on my back as he hovered above, his hands braced on either side of me, claws digging into the furs for leverage to thrust in deep and fast. It had taken his protective ass a whole minute of reassurance, and a promise that I’d hit his thigh if it became too much, to abandon his reservations, but once he had, with his instincts fully in the driver’s seat, he did not falter—he’d seen my throat as his personal Fleshlight, and went to town. ’Course it’d been nice to know that even in his rut-dazed state, he still cared for my comfort, but it wasn’t necessary on my end.

I was sucking cock, and I was in my fucking element.

“You are enjoying this, c’karuucha,” Vo’ak stated, accentuating his observation with a sharp punch of his hips, chuckling as my dick jerked in tune. “Your sweet cock is hard and leaking for more.”

I hummed around my mouthful before swallowing, gulping, and choking with even more enthusiasm to show him just how much I enjoyed this—being in this position, being used, hearing his grunts and growls as he lost control because of me was the best feeling. The sloppy wet sounds were obscene, and the sight was probably no different. My face was on fire, no doubt a bright red and covered in a mix of slick and drool as they escaped my gaped mouth and rolled down my cheeks. I felt a little lightheaded, probably from the obstacle in my airway—and the pleasure—but my hands shot out, anyway, grabbing his ass and tugging him closer.

Oxygen wasn’t important, right?

Vo’ak followed my lead and then some. He lowered to his elbows, feeding me more of him, while two slick—and thankfully clawless—fingers probed at my hole. He didn’t bother with a slow or gentle insertion, just plunged them inside, straight to the knuckle. It burned, and for a moment, I tensed, but the lube from his gylls did its job, relaxing the muscles and loosening my walls with barely any stretching.

As if to appease me, Vo’ak also sucked my dick into his mouth, that monstrous tongue coiling around the aching flesh and sliding from base to tip. Any pain was secondary. My back lifted from the bed as my legs shifted restlessly in the furs, the soft, sticky sensation so sudden and overwhelming that I lost control of my coordination.

The taste of my pre-cum must have triggered a switch as Vo’ak’s movements stuttered and his knot began to swell, causing the cushiony skin to slap against my nose and chin. I felt a flash of panic that my mate was too out of it to remember not to plug the bulb behind my teeth and suffocate me, but it was a pointless worry. He obviously sensed my distress, as he withdrew his mouth, fingers and cock, grunting as thick, copious stripes of cum shot out and splashed my chest and face.

I coughed and sputtered, my throat a little raw but bearable—did it make me a weirdo to enjoy the soreness? Asking for a friend. Vo’ak loomed over me, forehead pinched in concentration as he worked his knot, marking me up on the outside as an appetizer to whatever was coming next. Which tracked, ’cause instead of his orgasm calming his vortex of hormones, the wild glint in his mismatched eyes implied his appetite had increased.

He was fully gone.

I sat up, licking and swallowing the last drops of his honey-sweet slick from the corners of my mouth. Vo’ak spun me to face him, aggressively lapping up his seed before crashing his lips to mine, kissing me hard, and fucking the sugary slick into my mouth with his extending tongue. Christ, he was filthy. I couldn’t even blame the season for it, either. He was just a horny, possessive bastard who loved bathing me in his scent.

Luckily, I loved it, too.

Still rock hard, and even more desperate, Vo’ak didn’t give himself a second to recover, he just flipped me onto my hands and knees, pushed my face into the furs and sunk inside. All the air in my lungs left me in a gasp, my mouth hanging open as he tunneled himself to the root, recarving his place and claiming me all over again. He gathered up both my hands in one of his, crossing my wrists over the small of my back and used them to tug me onto his cock, his hips meeting my ass with a resound smack.

He fucked me brutally. No restraint, no holding back, just pure primal instinct, the ingrained urge to fill me with his young making every other thought in his head disappear. My mate gave everything he had without grace, and if I wasn’t literally too stunned to function, I would have wondered how he hadn’t pummeled me straight into the ground.

Bedding bunched around my knees from how much I jostled forward—rug burn incoming—and I only had enough presence of mind to be grateful that we were already on the floor. A wooden frame would’ve shattered to splinters, and those prickly bitches got everywhere.

Picking wood chips outta my junk would not have been a fun time.

My head started to spin, and nothing else mattered except his thick, alien cock pounding into me like he genuinely believed I’d end up pregnant—and, God, why did that sound and feel so damn good? Vo’ak pinned me against his chest, pace never wavering as one hand rested between my pecs, keeping me steady, while the other drifted toward my neglected cock, engulfing it with his long fingers. I gave a full-bodied shudder, and he buried his nose into my hair to inhale my scent before groaning in my ear. “I could devour you, my Reuben. You are an irresistible little morsel, just begging to be ravaged.”

My head lolled to the side, jostling with the momentum as he took, and took, and took. I reached back to tangle my fingers in his braids, drawing him in for a wet, graceless kiss. “I wanna see your face when you breed me,” I gasped against his lips once we parted. “Let me ride you.”

Thanks to our newfangled translators, he understood every word that poured off my tongue. He grunted, saying nothing, but he didn’t need to, not when his cock kicked and eyes flashed at the proposition, clueing me in to his every filthy thought.

Yay for technology.

Snarling, he withdrew as if it pained him, wasting no time in switching our positions. He lay on his back in the furs and manhandled me into his lap, lifting and dropping me back onto his cock as if I weighed nothing and he had no patience to hesitate. The tip of his dick reached so much deeper this way, as if it were tickling my fucking tonsils and it spurred me on, chasing more of that over-stuffed feeling.

“Such a good mate,” I said as I started riding him like I had rent to pay, moaning loudly. “Filling me so fucking good.”

Vo’ak pried my cheeks apart, stretching my hole as I felt the base of his dick begin to expand again, latching onto my rim with each rise and sink. My thighs trembled, but I didn’t stop, forcing myself past the ache, knowing it would be so fucking worth it. It didn’t take long—our first round rarely did with his raging bulk of sex appeal and my constant arousal—but after the deep throating, the fingering, the mounting, and having his mouth on me, my orgasm rushed in at lightning speed, sending electricity through every single nerve ending.

I cried out as my ass clenched, my own cock pulsing with its release. It lasted longer than usual, probably because of Vo’ak’s senses echoing through our connection, but the muscles in my stomach rippled and convulsed to the point of pain before all the tension seeped out in a dizzying rush. I barely even registered Vo’ak freezing up beneath me. Not until he let out a thunderous growl, his tattoos illuminating especially bright and the blackened tips of his spikes growing even darker, as floods of jizz spilled into me.

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