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CHAPTER 33

THREXIN

She was arched beneath him, her back bowed under his hand at her waist, her skin prickling against him where they touched as her tiny invisible human hairs stood on end. She waited, mouth tilted up to him in offering. Her heartbeat drummed into his body through the spot where her belly was glued to his.

The spikes on his tongue dragged against the roof of his mouth, raking sensitive scratches through him. His cock throbbed against the fabric of his pants, and he was vaguely aware that if he grew any more aroused he may embarrass himself by leaking exorin through his clothing.

The faint knowledge that there was a human on the floor in the other room perhaps should’ve served as an inhibitor. But shoq, the fact that there was a human on the floor in the other room and still she bent there for him, offering herself for consumption, only made it worse until the last thread restraining him snapped. With a guttural grunt he grasped both hands underneath the flesh of her ass, shoving her up the wall as he bent his head to her ear and took her lobe with his fangs, dripping exorin onto her flesh.

She sucked in a sharp breath, head tilting instinctively to expose more of herself as he devoured all he could of her—allhesafelycould. He sucked, licked, and bit at her flesh, from the back of her ear down the side of her throat, along her shoulder, leaving a trail of poison in his wake. He chanced nipping at the line of her jaw, far too close to her mouth to be safe, but he couldn’t help that. He worked his way along the side of her face, marking her with his mouth and his poison. She shook beneath him, malleable and soft as she relished in his consumption.

Threxin’s hand tangled in the roots of her hair and pulled, tilting her head up as he worked his mouth beneath her chin and along the taut lines of her neck, down to the collar of her shirt. He ripped it easily. Then, with a frustrated sound in his throat at encountering a second layer of clothing around her chest, he ripped that too. Her full breasts spilled free for him to taste.

The sound they both made as he took one hard nipple into his wet mouth was a throaty harmony that stole their breaths. Her uninjured leg had come off the floor to wrap around his waist, pulling him in until her hips were flush with his erection. He thrust forward, chasing contact as he ached through his clothes.

He did not kiss her. Did not leave a trace of himself on her mouth, though shoq, how he wanted to. Threxin wanted to leave himself on her lips and tongue, and in her cunt that she now rutted against his enclosed cock.

His limiter thrummed a constant beat in his head, but Threxin found himself almost able to ignore the churning ache it brought. In the back of his mind he noted the oddity, for the limiter always took precedence over all other senses. It was intimately linked to his brain, grown into it like an internal organ. Perhaps the issue was that in that moment Threxin was not thinking with his brain at all.

But hewasthinking. She clearly had no control over her impulses just then, so he had to command his own for the two of them. He may as well have been carrying theElysianitself, his will threatening to break beneath the weight of the responsibility. Yet at the same time it filled him with a dose of palpable pride. Here was this female, putting herself entirely in his hands. He would not have her an addict dependent on her next hit, crawling after him—or worse, any other of his cohort—for a taste. His chest constricted at the thought of it.

No. She would be like this: begging for him with a clear mind and of her own volition. Desperate for him to do as he willed, pliant and inviting not from exorin craving but from the things he’d do to her. Threxin could ooze his exorin in her mouth in that moment and she would take it. His cock jumped at the prospect and he shoved his hips harder against her, squeezing his eyes shut as her own responded viciously in kind.

Her expression, first lax in its submission, later twisted with need, grew strained as she jerked herself against him over their clothes. Her hands moved down. She fumbled with his belt, and he batted them away.

“No.” He’d never had such a hard time saying one simple word, even in Universal, and the whimper his denial coaxed from her throat made him want to sink his teeth in it. She was in pain, desperate for a release by methods he wouldn’t provide.

But he would let her grind her hungry little cunt on his cock. That he would do.

Threxin raked his teeth over his bottom lip and reached down quickly to shred her stretchy pants, ripping them off her body with ease. She grabbed his biceps to hold herself stable as the strip around her hips followed, revealing the wet heat of her to the air and to his eyes.

He froze, the heaving of her chest stopped as she watched him watch her.

Females of his kind looked nothing like that. With them, the cunt was but a simple circular crevice that expandedmuch like their anal sphincter did. A glorious sensation of its own, but this…

Threxin stared, noting faintly the blush creeping across his female’s inner thighs, making its way up her belly and chest where it bloomed to her neck and splashed across her cheeks. She tried to pull away, start lowering her leg from his waist, but he squeezed her ass in his talons, forcing her in place.

Alina cleared her throat and blinked fast, battling a neutral look onto her crimson face. “Is it… not what you’re used to?”

“Of course not,” he answered, pondering the strangeness of the question. Obviously there would be similarities, considering their kind could apparently interbreed. But considering all the difference between their bodies, had she really thought reproductive organs looked universally the same?

“Oh. Well… don’t worry about it. I’ll just…” Her struggles to wriggle out of his grip resumed in full force, and Threxin, already battling the constant hum of the limiter inside him, now had to battle an extra lash of it as it tamped down his desire to slam her into the wall with more force than was necessary to keep her fucking still.

“What the shoq is wrong?” Threxin growled, digging the points of his fingers into her skin until she gasped, tears drawn to the corners of her eyes.

She chewed her plump lip, fingers tightening slightly on his bicep before she reached her hand to wipe a trace of exorin from under her eye socket.

“Speak, female,” Threxin commanded, jerking her a little against him to force her into action.

“I don’t want to do anything if you think it’s ugly!” she blurted out.

Threxin stared, incredulous.

“Ugly?” He had only just begun to study the beige and pink folds glistening so invitingly between her legs when she froze up. In the split tick before she did, he’d already had tostifle the sudden urge to hike her higher against the wall and shove his face between her legs to feast on her soft flesh and her sweet-smelling juices. And she thought he may think itugly?

“Stupid human,” Threxin muttered in Apthian under his breath, shaking his head in a human gesture when he felt her tense defensively. She had understood him, he recognized with some pride.

He readjusted his grip, splaying his forearm under her asscheek to hold her up with one hand. He clasped the other between her legs, spreading the glistening folds. He bent back slightly, craning his neck to study its fleshy bloom. Threxin had to choke down a mouthful of exorin as it flooded his mouth anew. His cock, already at attention, stirred at the thought of feeling, and filling, that dripping heat. Chilling disappointment flooded him then, considering that would be an experience he’d never permit either of them.

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