Page 19 of Wings of Desire

My back aches as he pumps into me, rubbing my body against the stone. The scent of sweetness grows even stronger, and heat pools between my legs. Every thrust he takes makes me wetter until I hardly feel him at all. Suddenly, something feels different. I can feel his cock growing thicker, longer inside me, until I’m writhing against it, bucking my hips in sync with him. Somehow, I’m able to take it all even with the pain.

“That is my sweet girl...” he says, against my throat as he continues to pound into my body. “Take all of it.” He grunts, gripping tighter to my ass. His hands tug my hair, pulling my neck backward so that his tongue can better lick the sides of my neck.

His cock continues to engorge inside of me. It’s so large that I can hardly breathe, as I stretch around him blissfully with no pain. Just as he promised.

Xakiras pulls back out of me only to dive inside as if I am nothing but a doll to be used by him. My stomach knots, feeling impossibly tight and uncomfortable. Still, I crave more of him. I want him to fill me up so completely that I’m consumed by him.

One of his hands leaves my ass to rub my clit as his tongue licks at my ear. The sensations are too much to feel at once. My moans are needier, and they echo through the cavern smothered by the music playing in the other room. The coil in my gut starts to tighten until my orgasm feels ready to snap.

The louder I scream, the more brutal his thrusts grow until my voice is hoarse, writhing against him in whimpering sobs. The thread inside of me finally snaps, and the rush of my orgasm floods my senses. My nails dig into his back, but he doesn’t stop, even after I’ve come. His finger rubs my clit, and he pounds into me over and over until my mouth remains open, filled with drool.

“I am going to fill your pretty little cunt up, Echo,” he growls against my neck.

My response is a whine; I’m unable to speak. My thoughts are muddled and overwhelmed as another orgasm builds beyond my control. I’m overstimulated, but I can’t seem to tell him to stop. Xakiras’s hands cling to my body viciously, wrapping around my back, pulling me against him as he growls his release into my ear. As his semen spurts out of him, he digshis fingers inside of me along with his cock, painting my insides in hot, thick cum.

“Oh, my god!” I cry when I feel its warm numbing sensation while my orgasm finally crashes over me. The two of us pant into one another’s skin as we try to catch our breath again. He holds me tenderly, stroking the back of my head whispering soft unintelligible words into my skin.

While we come down from our bliss, Xakiras scoops me into his arms, holding me against his chest. “I wish you would stay with me.”

I don’t want to answer him, not now, while I feel him running down my legs, but I can’t help wondering what he meant earlier about choosing me as his mate. I’m far too tired to question it now. Instead, I hum softly into his neck and a sluggish heaviness overtakes my eyelids.

I’ll ask him later.

No way home

As I roll over on my side, the remnant of sleep is still clinging to my eyelids. I’m pleasantly surprised to find four powerful arms holding me. Sleep took hold of me so quickly; I can’t really recall how we got into this section of the cave. As my eyes adjust to my surroundings, I find that we are laying comfortably on a bed made of soft fluffy down. The room has the same blue lamps, twinkling as the only source of light beyond the glowing vines that cling to the side of the rock.

My body feels like a wrung-out rag, limp and heavy like jelly. My back stings, my arms burn, and even my inner thighs ache.

“Xakiras,” I whisper, peering over my shoulder, hoping to see his face. “Are you awake?” I try to wriggle on the opposite side to face him, but he holds me closer, nuzzling his face into my collarbone.

“I am.” Xakiras hums, inhaling another whiff of my scent. “We will leave soon.” His lips graze my skin, pressing a gentle peck against my neck.

I love the way this feels to be held tenderly by him this way. Sighing contentedly, I snuggle in closer, recalling the way he fucked me earlier. It was the most passionate, rough sex I’ve everhad. My back has to be bloodied from being ravaged against the cave wall. The fact his cock grew that large, too. My god.

A happy giggle burst from my throat, but it’s quickly dashed away as thoughts of what today might bring comes to the surface. Xakiras intends to take me to his people today, though what that entails I’m still not sure. A lingering ache settles in my chest as thoughts of my crewmates come to the forefront of my mind. I’ve been so distracted with Xakiras and his amazing ability to annoy me and fuck me, that I nearly forgot why I wanted his protection in the first place.

Once I meet theKugitauri, I’ll have no choice but to tell them the truth of what happened to the Peony. My hope is that his leader will understand we had no idea that we came to a planet with a governing life form on it. I know that once I tell the truth, though I’m not sure I want to. Once I do, things will never be the same again.

Slowly, Xakiras’s hands roam across my thighs, making their way under the shift. “We should get up; it’ll be a long day,” I say, clearing my throat with hope that he takes the hint that sex is the furthest thing from my mind.

“I have decided to take you back to your camp first.” Xakiras doesn’t let my body go, pressing a kiss to the inside of my neck near my shoulder. “I would like more information about what the Krel are up to before I tell the caliphate.” He releases his grip on me then, sliding over to one side of the small cot. “I hope my hunting party will be nearby.”

I roll onto my side facing him, astonished by the serene look in his eyes as if he’s completely sated and comfortable beside me. There’s a relaxed set to his brow and his face appears gentler. “About last night,” I hesitate to continue, but I force myself knowing that nothing asks is nothing gained. Not knowing what he meant last night burns at the recesses of my mind, beggingme to find out more. “What did you mean about being your mate?”

Inside, I guard myself for whatever his answer might be, unsure if I want him to be my mate or if the sting of a refusal would hurt worse.

Xakiras’s face doesn’t falter, however, he only pulls me closer, pressing me against his chest. “Nocris choose their mates by dancing together.” His fingers thread softly through my hair, scratching my scalp. “Last night when we danced together, I decided to test how that might feel.”

My stomach lurches and my heart skips beats. He wants me as his mate, to love me and cherish me as if I’m married to him? Pulling myself away from his grasp, I blink at him utterly confused.

His tender smile breaks my heart, and a hand comes up between us to brush hair from my face with adoration. “I choose you, not a Nocris, as my mate, Echo.”

“I can’t stay here when the Imperium knows they’ll come here to start a war with the Krel,” I say solemnly, wrapping my arms around him. “I’m sorry.”

“Do not be,otoki,” he replies, his voice firm. “However, you are mine, regardless of what may come later.” He grips a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back gently. “I always protect what’s mine.”

The way my pussy throbs at him calling me his, and how my mouth parts in a moan pisses me off. I know he means everything he says, and there’s a tiny part of me that’s thrilled at the idea of being his forever remaining by his side. I know I’d be safe with him, even if I hardly know him.

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