Page 35 of Primal Vow

Rhys took in a shaking breath as Taryn's fingers continued their teasing, dipping ever lower. "And what have you learned?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taryn's lips curved against the back of Rhys's nape. "That you're incredibly responsive. And that I want to explore every inch of you."

Rhys let out a shaky breath, his body trembling under Taryn's touch. The Borraq's fingers tightened around his cock, stroking him in a way that made his hips buck and his breath catch in his throat.

"Taryn," he gasped out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... don't stop."

Taryn let out a low growl, his fingers tightening around Rhys's cock as he continued his teasing. "I have no intention of that."

Rhys's breath hitched as Taryn slid his two cocks between his thighs. "Jesus!" Rhys looked down, and let out a moan at the sight: Taryn's hand splayed out across Rhys's chest, holding Rhys tight against him; his other hand, wrapped hot and strong around Rhys's cock; and, thrillingly, two cocks, ridged and huge, hard and flushed as they rutted between Rhys's thighs.

The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The strange, erotic feeling of Taryn's cocks, of that heat and heft… It sent shivers racing down his spine. "Fuck," Rhys gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "That feels... incredible."

Taryn let out a low growl, his grip tightening around Rhys's cock as he began to slowly thrust between his thighs. "You like that?" Taryn murmured, his voice low and husky. "Does this feel good?"

Rhys let out a shaky breath, his body trembling under Taryn's touch. "Yeah," he managed to gasp out. "God, yes."

Taryn's fingers tightened around Rhys's cock, stroking him in time with his slow, steady thrusts. "Tell me what you want," Taryn murmured, his voice low and husky. "Tell me what you need."

Rhys let out a low gasp, his body trembling under Taryn's touch. "I... I don't know," he managed to grit out. "I've never... I'm not exactly a xenobiologist. Just keep showing me yours, big guy, and I'll keep showing you mine."

Taryn let out a low chuckle, his fingers tightening around Rhys's cock as he continued his teasing. "I never know what you're talking about."

Rhys let out a shaky breath, his body trembling under Taryn's touch. He could feel the Borraq's fingers tightening around his cock, stroking him in a way that made his head spin. "You don't need to. Just keep going."

Rhys's breath hitched as Taryn's lips found his neck, the Borraq's teeth grazing his sensitive skin. He let out a low moan as Taryn nipped and kissed his way down his throat, the sensation sending shivers racing down his spine.

"You taste so good," Taryn murmured, his voice low and husky. "So delicious."

With the rumors of what Borraq did to human prisoners, with the memories of the ways that the young warriors had stared at Rhys, slowly losing their control… The mention of him being delicious should have made Rhys want to run for the hills.

He didn't. He rocked back, squeezing his thighs together to press around Taryn's cocks. "Y-yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"

It didn't make sense. His brain was turning to hot, needy jelly.

But Taryn didn't seem to mind that he was speaking nonsense — or maybe he was used to Rhys being inexplicable. Taryn's lips found his ear, the Borraq's hot breath sending a shiver down his spine. "Mate you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "But you're so small and delicate... I don't want to hurt you."

Fuck. Rhys's mind was a whirl of desire. He drank in the sensation of Taryn's cocks sliding between his thighs, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. He could feel Taryn's precome already streaking his skin, slick and hot, leaving him slippery.

What would he feel like inside of him…?

"Come on, then," Rhys gasped, his voice hoarse with need. "Fuck me. Mate me."

Taryn's movements faltered for a moment. Rhys could feel his hesitation. He knew that Taryn was barely holding back — the proof of that was leaking slick between his thighs.

The knowledge only made Rhys's desire burn hotter.

"Rhys…" Taryn growled, his voice low and rough. "I don't want to hurt you."

Rhys rolled over onto his back, pulling Taryn on top of him — or trying to, at least. It was like trying to move a mountain. Taryn went along with it.

He looked up into Taryn's piercing green eyes, his own gaze filled with determination. "If I can survive jumping off a cliff, I can survive you," he said, his voice firm. "But… um, just one. One is all that this little human can handle."

Taryn chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. He looked down at Rhys's body, his gaze lingering on the human's hard cock.

"I'll be gentle," he promised, his voice soft.

Rhys let out a shaky breath as Taryn positioned himself above him. He could feel the heat of the Borraq's body, the weight of him pressing Rhys into the soft earth. He looked down at Taryn's two hard alien cocks, ready and beading with precome for him, and felt a thrill of anticipation.

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