Page 14 of His Fierce Fugitive

“What do you need, sweet one? This?” I ask, thrust up hard into her.

“Fuck yes. More!”

My mate needs more of my cock and by Quorr I’m going to give it to her.

I hold her tight to me, and drive into her, pounding that juicy cunt again and again as it squeezes my entire length.

She bites her lip, whimpering, her nails clawing at me.

It’s madness being inside her.

The pleasure is overwhelming—a powerful, all-consuming force that makes me forget everything but the sheer joy of the moment.

Our bodies slap together, my passion rising to a peak, my leg muscles burning.

Suddenly, she gasps as the tension within her snaps, and she arches against me.

“Yes! Tak.. Holy hell, I’m coming,” she screams, and I’m right there with her, flying, soaring, in a sublime climax that has me roaring.

I continue to thrust slowly as we come down, trying to catch our breath. The jungle around us seems frozen, and for a fleeting moment, it’s just her and I—devoid of space and time.

7

IRIS

The jungle canopy above filters the sunlight, casting dappled shadows that dance across Tak's silver skin. His chest rises and falls with a steady rhythm, a stark contrast to the turbulent storm raging inside me. I can't believe I just had sex with an alien—and not just any alien, but Tak.

And not just any sex…spectacularsex. The best sex of my life.

What was I thinking? I wasn't, clearly. Or at least, I wasn’t thinking with the proper part of my brain. One minute I was tangled in those creepy vines, and the next, wrapped in Tak's arms, consumed by a desire I hadn't felt in years.

Something about him ignites a fire within me that burns away all rational thought. Now, in the quiet aftermath, reality comes crashing down around me like a cold, eye-opening wave.

A part of me wants to reach out, to trace the line of his strong jaw, to run my fingers through his silvery hair. But I don't. I can't. Because if I do, it means admitting that this could mean something more than what it really is. Thathemeans something to me.

Am I ready for that?

My heart pounds in my chest as panic sets in. I’ve been here before—vulnerable, open, trusting. And look where that got me. Betrayed, broken, and vowing never to let anyone in again. Yet here I am, feeling things I swore I'd never feel again.

It's terrifying.

I need to move, to do something, anything to distract myself from all of these …emotions.

Survival. I need to focus on survival. We're still in the middle of a dangerous jungle, with who knows what kind of threats lurking around every corner.

I can't afford to get distracted by… feelings.

But even as I tell myself this, I can't help but lose myself in his electric green eyes, as a soft smile curves his lips. My heart does a stupid little flip, and I hate myself for it.

"Iris," he murmurs, stroking my back.

"We need to keep moving," I say, my voice sharper than I intend. I see the flicker of confusion in his eyes, but he nods, pushing himself up.

"Of course," he replies, his tone patient and understanding. It only makes me feel worse. Why can't he just be a jerk? It would make this so much easier.

As he dresses, I turn away, and put on my own clothes. I can feel his gaze on me, but I refuse to meet it. If I do, I know I'll see that kindness, that gentle smile, and it will chip away at my defenses even more.

We set off through the jungle, Tak leading the way with his unerring sense of direction. I follow, my mind in a constant battle with my heart. It leaves me exhausted and on edge.

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