Page 36 of Primal Vow

Taryn reached down, guiding one of his cocks to Rhys's entrance. Rhys tensed for a moment, his body bracing itself for the intrusion. But Taryn was true to his word, moving slowly and carefully as he pressed the head of his cock against Rhys.

Whenever Rhys had done this before, hooking up quick and dirty in station corridors, there'd always been a moment for logistics: lube, or spit? But this, though… As Taryn's cock rubbed against Rhys's entrance, all that alien precome slicked the way, smooth and slippery.

Damn. Score one point for Borraq anatomy.

For a moment the pressure was delicious, making Rhys's toes curl with need and anticipation — and then, slick with his own need, Taryn slid inside Rhys.

Rhys let out a low moan, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He could feel the Borraq's cock stretching him, filling him completely. No quick space station hook-up could measure up to this.

Taryn growled, a needy, primal sound. He began to move, his thrusts slow and steady at first. Rhys could feel every inch of the Borraq's cock as it slid in and out of his body, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing over him.

Rhys wrapped his legs around Taryn's waist, pulling him closer. Taryn's muscles tensing beneath his fingers, the heat of his skin searing Rhys's palms. He moaned as Taryn's thrusts grew more urgent, his body moving in a primal rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through Rhys's body.

Rhys's breath hitched as Taryn's first cock drove into him, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Taryn's second cock rubbed against his own hard length, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.

Without thinking, Rhys reached down and wrapped his hand around Taryn's second cock. "Rhys!" The Borraq let out a feral growl, his hips bucking as Rhys began to stroke him in time with Taryn's thrusts.

The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of Taryn's cock inside him while he stroked the other… It sent Rhys's arousal soaring. He could feel Taryn's muscles tensing beneath his fingers, the Borraq's breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Rhys teased and stroked his second cock.

Taryn's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips slamming into Rhys as he drove his first cock deeper. Rhys could feel the Borraq's second cock throbbing in his hand, the heat and hardness of it making his own arousal spike.

Rhys let out a low moan as Taryn's first cock pounded into that perfect spot inside him, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. He could feel his own orgasm building, the sensation of Taryn's cock inside him and the feel of the Borraq's second cock in his hand driving him closer and closer to the edge. "T-Taryn…!"

Taryn let out a low growl, his hips bucking as he drove his cock deeper.

God! With a final, desperate thrust, Rhys felt himself tumbling over the edge. He let out a low cry as his orgasm washed over him, his body shaking as he came. Taryn's second cock pulsed furiously in his hand, and then Taryn's own orgasm followed closely behind.

Taryn let out a low growl as he came, his hips bucking as he filled Rhys with his seed. Rhys could feel the warmth of it inside him, the sensation sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body.

As their orgasms subsided, Taryn collapsed against Rhys, his breath coming in short, sharp huffs. Rhys could feel the Borraq's heart pounding against his chest, the heat of his body searing Rhys's skin.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The weight of Taryn's body on top of him, the warmth and solidity of it… It was comforting in a way he couldn't quite put into words.

Taryn rolled off of Rhys, his body sprawled out beside him. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the muscles of his abdomen rippling with every movement.

Rhys couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he snuggled down next to Taryn, the Borraq's body radiating warmth like a furnace. "I don't think that's how they treat hypothermia."

Taryn let out a low rumble, his chest vibrating against Rhys's. "It worked, didn't it?"

Rhys couldn't argue with that. He could feel the warmth of Taryn's come inside of him, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. He found himself pressing in against Taryn, seeking out the Borraq's warmth and strength.

Taryn's arms wrapped around Rhys, pulling him closer. Rhys let out a contented sigh, feeling safer and more secure than he had in a long time.

As he drifted off to sleep, Rhys found himself wondering what this meant for him — and for Taryn, too.

On this planet, Rhys was marked for death.

But Taryn might have marked him for something else entirely.

For a moment, Rhys simply lay there, enjoying the feeling of Taryn's arms around him. He knew that they would have to get up soon, that they had a long day of travel ahead of them.

For now, he just wanted to savor this moment of peace.

Chapter fourteen

Taryn had no right to feel like this

The night was warm, the fire was dying, and Taryn was lying next to the human, watching the play of the remaining firelight on his sleeping face.

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