Page 22 of Hunter's Moon

“Maybe I do,” I whispered against his mouth. My fingers traced the swirling markings on his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his gray skin. “Maybe I want to.”

Tharion’s breath hitched. His pointed canines glinted as he spoke. “This isn’t a game. I’m not some tame pet you can play with.”

“Good.” I nipped at his lower lip, emboldened by his restraint. “I don’t want tame.”

His eyes flashed, cold fire burning in their depths. In one fluid motion, he pinned me against the wall. His horns caught the light, giving him a demonic appearance.

“Last chance,” Tharion growled. “Tell me to stop now, or I won’t be able to.”

My answer was to kiss him fiercely, pouring all my pent-up desire into it. His lips crashed against mine, hungry and demanding. I tasted blood - whether his or mine, I couldn’t tell.

Distantly, I heard the hum of the station’s systems, the faint echoes of voices from far-off corridors. But my world had narrowed to this moment, this hidden room, this dangerous man who set my body on fire.

Tharion’s hands left trails of heat in their wake. I arched into his touch, desperate for more. My fingers tangled in his hair, tracing the line of horns at his temple.

He broke the kiss, moving to my neck. The scrape of his teeth against my pulse point sent jolts of electricity through me. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

“You,” I begged. “All of you.”

“Careful what you wish for, little human.”

He pressed me harder against the wall until I was trapped, panting.

“Last chance to back out,” Tharion warned, his eyes searching mine for any signs of hesitation.

I stared him down unflinchingly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Tharion’s mouth claimed me with a hunger that left me breathless. His tongue, a warm, insistent presence, explored my mouth with a dominance that made my knees weak. I pressed against him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, as he kissed me with a passion that bordered on desperation.

He broke away, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. I tipped my head back, granting him access, as he lavished attention on the sensitive skin beneath my ear. A moan slipped from my lips, and I felt him smile against my neck.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

Tharion’s hands moved to the waistband of my pants, his fingers deftly undoing the fastenings. He sank to his knees before me, his gaze never leaving mine as he pulled my pants and underwear down in one swift motion. The cool air of the abandoned office kissed my exposed skin, but the heat in Tharion’s touch kept me warm.

He held me still, his strong hands gripping my hips, as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my core. I groaned as his tongue darted out, tasting me with a thoroughness that left me dizzy. He was relentless, licking and sucking with a skill that seemed almost supernatural, as if he were attuned to every twitch and moan that escaped me.

I lost myself in the sensation, my fingers tangling in his short, black hair. His name fell from my lips like a prayer, a chant that grew more fervent with each passing moment. I was close, so close, and when I came, it was with a cry that echoed off the dusty walls of the forgotten room.

But Tharion didn’t stop. He continued his ministrations, his tongue delving into me with renewed vigor, drawing out my pleasure until I was teetering on the edge once more. I came again, my body shuddering with the force of my release, and this time the world around me slipped away.

As I struggled to catch my breath, Tharion’s hands slid around my ankles to remove my boots and pants completely, then he lifted me effortlessly, his forearms sliding under my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. Tharion claimed my mouth in a searing kiss, and then, with one swift motion, he was inside me, filling me completely.

The sensation of Tharion entering me was like nothing I’d ever experienced. The broad, triangular head of his cock stretched me, a moment of intense pressure that bordered on discomfort but didn’t quite cross that line.

As he slid into me, the soft flanges running down the sides of his shaft sent waves of pleasure through me with each inch he advanced.

I cried out as he filled me to the hilt, those flanges pressing against my inner walls in a way that was wholly alien and completely intoxicating. My body clenched around him, adjusting to his size, to the unique anatomy of a Vinduthi male.

Tharion held still for a moment, allowing me to acclimate to the sensation of being so intimately connected with him. His breathing was ragged, a testament to the effort it took for him to maintain control. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, pulsing with a life of its own.

When he finally began to move, it was with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each push and pull of his hips made the flanges along his shaft ripple against me, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through my veins. It was as if he was built to fit perfectly inside me, to touch every sensitive spot I never knew I had.

I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate him, as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I was coming already, my inner walls clenching around him as he began to move within me.

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