Page 57 of Primal Vow

A low, rumbling growl vibrated against Rhys's throat as Taryn nuzzled against the sensitive skin there. The sound was pure, primal hunger, a promise of the claiming to come.

"You're mine, Rhys," Taryn rasped, the words a heated brand against Rhys's racing pulse. "Mine to take, mine to claim. Do you understand?"

Rhys could only whimper in response, his fingers scrabbling against the hard plates of Taryn's armor as the Borraq's clever hands divested him of his clothing. The hot, humid air of the wilds caressed his bare skin, thick with the scents of earth and growing things.

And beneath it all, the heady, intoxicating musk of Taryn's desire.

With a powerful tug, Taryn yanked Rhys's hips flush against his own, the thick ridges of his dual-shafts rubbing against the human's heated flesh. Rhys gasped at the electrifying contact, his back arching.

"Look at you," Taryn purred, his voice a velvet purr as he drank in the sight of his mate, flushed and desperate beneath him. "So responsive, so needy for me. You were made for me, Rhys."

Rhys could only groan in response, his hips rolling as Taryn's thick shafts ground against him. The dual lengths were thick and hot against his cock, the ridges rubbing deliciously with each roll of Taryn's hips.

One of Taryn's hands slid up Rhys's body, his palm skating over sweat-slicked skin until his fingers found a nipple. He teased the peaked bud, rolling and tugging at the sensitive flesh until Rhys was a breathless, whimpering mess in his arms.

"Please," Rhys panted, his voice breaking on a desperate keen. "Taryn, please, I need—"

"I know what you need, my mate," Taryn rumbled, his lips brushing over the sweat-dampened skin of Rhys's throat. "And I'm going to give it to you. Right here, in the heart of my world, I'm going to take you. Claim you as only a Borraq can."

Taryn reached down to grab Rhys's knees, and hauled him up into his arms like Rhys weighed nothing at all. Rhys yelped in alarm; he gripped Taryn's shoulders and wrapped his legs around Taryn's waist to keep from falling.

Not that Taryn would ever let that happen, he knew.

A desperate whine spilled from Rhys's lips, his body arching as Taryn's thick shafts rubbed against his entrance. One slick, ridged length caught against his rim, the promise of that thick stretch leaving him breathless with need.

Taryn kissed him, deep and powerful. Rhys moaned against his mouth, helpless in his strong arms. Soon, each pass of Taryn's cocks against his skin left hot slickness in their wake.

Borraq were eager in all aspects of their lives. Rhys was no stranger to hooking up, but he'd never seen so much precome as when Taryn got worked up — even adjusting for the fact he was packing twice as much. And from rather illuminating discussions with Elian, Rhys knew that Taryn wasn't alone in that.

Not that that was a bad thing. In fact, it made certain acts much easier…

With one slow, powerful drive of his hips, Taryn buried himself inside of his mate.

Rhys's cry echoed through the jungle, swallowed by the cacophony of alien sounds that surrounded them. His back bowed, his fingers scrabbling against Taryn's shoulders as the Borraq claimed him in one hard thrust, mating him.

The stretch was incredible, the thick length filling him to the brim, the thick ridges sliding against his inner walls. Taryn's second cock rubbed between Rhys's thighs, sliding full and thick against Rhys's balls. Rhys gasped for air, his senses overwhelmed by the feeling of being so deliciously full, so thoroughly claimed.

Taryn didn't give him a chance to adjust. The Borraq's hands tightened on Rhys's hips, his thick shaft sliding almost free before snapping back home in one possessive thrust.

Rhys's breath hitched as Taryn's powerful hands gripped his hips, pulling him down onto the Borraq's thick shaft. The ridges of Taryn's cock rubbed against his inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. He could feel every inch of Taryn inside of him, the thick muscles of the Borraq's thighs pressed against his own as they moved together in a primal dance.

Taryn's lips found Rhys's throat, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin there as he growled low in his chest. The sound sent a shiver down Rhys's spine, his body responding instinctively to the primal display of dominance. He could feel the heat of Taryn's desire, the thick musk of sex filling the air around them, mingling with the scents of the wilds.

Rhys's fingers dug into Taryn's shoulders, his knuckles white as he struggled to hold on. Taryn's hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper into Rhys's body, the thick ridges dragging against his prostate with each powerful thrust. Rhys could feel the pressure building inside of him, the pleasure coiling low in his belly like a living thing.

Taryn's hands roamed over Rhys's body, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the angles of his hips. Rhys could feel the Borraq's love for him in every touch, every kiss, every needy growl — and Rhys hoped that Taryn could feel his own feelings in every desperate moan that Taryn wrung from his lips, every throbbing pulse of his body.

He knew that he was Taryn's mate, his partner, his other half. And in that moment, Rhys felt more loved and cherished than he ever had before.

Taryn's fingers found Rhys's cock, his grip firm as he stroked the hard length in time with his thrusts. Rhys could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He wanted to come, to give himself over to the pleasure that Taryn was offering him. But he also wanted to hold on, to savor the feeling of being claimed by his mate.

Taryn seemed to sense his struggle, his lips finding Rhys's ear as he whispered, "Let go, my love. Let me feel you come around me."

The words were like a trigger, the dam inside of Rhys breaking as he cried out, his body shaking with the force of his release. He could feel Taryn's cock pulsing inside of him, the thick heat of the Borraq's seed filling him as they came together.

Rhys's body shook with the force of his release, his muscles clenching around Taryn's cock as he rode out the waves of pleasure. He could feel Taryn's seed dripping from him, the thick warmth of it already coating his thighs as he panted for breath.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Rhys could feel the sweat dripping down his back, the heat of the jungle pressing in around them. But he also felt loved and cherished, his body sated and content in the arms of his mate.

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