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Those black orbs were pinned on me as he fucked me with his fingers and suckled on my clit.

“Droxan,” came my choked cry.

There was no warning. I felt a small tell-tale tremble…

And then I burst, hurtling over the damn cliff fast and hard.

Finally.

My scream of pleasure drowned out even the storm.

Chapter

Eleven

DROXAN

My female was perfect. Filling my mouth with her come. My prize.

I would never get enough of her taste. Even as I lapped and sucked every last drop, I wanted more.

Patience, I chided myself, even as I ground my cock against the cushions, desperate desire riding me hard.

Lyra was coming down from her orgasm, the pulsing of her walls beginning to soften, though they still squeezed against my fingers.

My Instinct was urging me to mate. Tofuck. To fill her with my seed, to plant it deep in her womb, to breed her. A constant purring was threading up my throat, mixing with a growl. I didn’t want to scare her. I didn’t want to?—

“Your turn,” came her own husky demand. “Stand up.”

As if my brain had turned off and she alone controlled my body, I pushed up from between her legs.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and glassy from her orgasm, as she came to kneel before me.

“Vrax,” I bit out harshly when her fingers tugged down the waistband of my trews and my cock swung out, nearly hitting hercheek. Warning her, I hissed, “Lyra, I won’t last long if you do this.”

Her eyes were round and wide on my cock but it didn’t stop her hand from curving around the base. The head of my engorged cock was slick with the beginnings of my seed, the sheen opalescent in the firelight.

“Gods,” she whispered, sliding her look of disbelief from my cock up to my eyes. Thewantthere nearly made me come. “I think your cock might actually be perfect.”

I laughed at the unexpected comment but it sounded strained in my desire. “You think so, female? It’s all yours.”

I had no warning when she shifted forward, tugging my cock up as she laid the flat side of her tongue against the bottom, licking a long, dragging, hot line up the sensitive flesh.

“Fates,” I hissed, my eyes rolling back briefly, my legs nearly giving out from underneath me. My hands moved through the silky strands of her hair. More pre-come pushed from my tip and I bellowed out a rough cry when she sucked on it hard, tasting me, her cheeks hollowing as she looked up at me. “Lyra!”

“Yes?” she teased, her eyes half-lidded. “You taste so good, Droxan.”

Who are you? I wanted to ask her.And where thevraxhave you been all my life?

But I knew exactly who she was.

My fated mate.

That thunderbolt of knowledge reverberated in my chest. At first, when she’d crash landed on Ullima, it had filled me with dread and dismay. Now?

I don’t know if I can let her go, I thought desperately.I don’t know if I can survive if she walks away from me.

It took me less than two days to come to that realization. Luxirian males rarely survived without their fated mates. Those that did became shells of themselves.

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