Page 90 of Rebirth

“You are not safe with me.”

Wrong. I have never felt safer in anyone’s arms.

A hand comes up, clasping my neck as he supports my ass with the other.

“I crave you,” he growls. “Your scent drives me to insanity.”

He dips his head to the other side of my neck, fangs extending. “Your blood…”

My breath stops in my nose as he freezes there, his fangs hovering over my neck and…I open to him.

Swallowing hard, I remove all barriers. I go limp in his arms, trusting that this being will take care of me. Because deep down, I know He’rox won’t hurt me. Despite what he thinks, despite what he believes about himself, even when I was down in my bunker, I never felt this safe. And that’s all I need to know.

The mental removal of barriers must manifest physically, because almost immediately, the ba’clan flood away from my skin, disappearing as if they were never there as they move to pulse along my spine.

He’rox growls, realizing what I’ve done.

“Sophie…”

The way he says my name only makes my head tilt back as I smile at him.

Because there’s something thrumming through my veins too. A darkness that calls to me. Telling me we are meant for each other.

I should be afraid of it. Afraid of the potential of this union, but all I can feel is anticipation instead.

He’rox’s head dips, pulling a line along my neck that’s led by his fang pressing into my skin. The ba’clan pulse at my spine and I get their message. They will intervene if I need them to, and yet, I feel no fear.

Instead, all that happens is a slight twinge of pain that makes me clench at my center. And the moment He’rox slides his tongue over the narrow wound, I whimper his name.

“Across the universe,” he growls, “I have met many gods. But if I had to choose, I would only worship you.”

He pulls away for a mere second, savoring the sight before him. But then, his lips are on mine again, his hands gripping my ass as he spreads my legs even further. He lifts me higher and even though I know he is strong enough to hold me like this for more than a few seconds, I let out a small yelp.

Two thick tentacles swerve from his back and grab each of my ankles, keeping my legs spread as wide as they can go as He’rox dips, tongue trailing down my neck, the center of my breasts, and down lower as he shifts both hands to balance me under the ass.

His fingers come around, spreading me enough that his thumbs open my lips, baring me completely as his palms splay across my ass.

My hands fall, lids lowering as lust consumes me the moment I realize what he’s about to do. They thread into the locs atop his head as He’rox dips his face into me.

The heat of his tongue is the first thing I feel. So hot, slick, and smooth that I shudder at the contact, a whimper slipping from my lips.

“Greatest gods,” he groans, his voice a deep rumble that speaks of dark, tantalizing things.

His tongue dips against me again, the flat of it pressing into me, starting from the top and descending in a fluid, slow drag. It pulls at my flesh, urging my lips to part for him. The moment they do, he sucks me between his lips, pulling me inside of his mouth. The suction is intense, a gentle pull that makes me moan. He’rox releases me with a wet pop and starts all over again, his movements growing more intense at each passing moment.

My mind reels, senses overtaken by the sensations that are running across and through me. I’m hot. Flushed. I’m so wet, I know He’rox has to be able to scent me. He can probably smell a drop in the ocean that’s running down my ass, soaking my entrance and dripping onto the floor below us. And when he pulls me into his mouth one more time, sucking and licking and flicking his tongue over my clit, I know I’m gone.

Two more tentacles grab my arms, lifting them and pinning them above my head as He’rox growls against my clit, the vibration making my eyes roll over. And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, something hard, hot, and thick presses against my entrance.

My vision returns, flying to the male between my thighs as He’rox holds my gaze, his tongue swirling before he sends it forward.

I cry out, my legs spasming in the hold his tentacles have on me as his tongue pierces me deep. Swirling, as he pushes it deeper, filling me up more than I ever thought any tongue could.

If this is his tongue…what will his…

But the thought doesn’t get to finish.

Fingers splay my cunt, spreading my lips as they work on my clit, just as He’rox slides his tongue out, slurping up the juices that have moistened my skin before sliding back inside. He pumps as he holds my butt with his hands, squeezing and pushing me into his mouth. The sensation is so great, I feel like I might explode. I want to scream and yell, but I am silent, only pants and deep moans leaving my throat, my voice captured by the moment.

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