Page 71 of Akur

Akur groaned into her mouth, the sound a mixture of pain and surprise, just as his arms tightened around her. He held her like he was afraid to let go. She could feel the tremors running through him, even as he gripped her like she was the rock that could steady him.

Pulling back slightly, her gaze searched his. “We don’t have to do that again, if you don’t want to.”

His teeth bared. “You have no idea what I want. What’s quickly growing deep within me. You should run now, Constance, but not because there are enemies chasing us.”

She swallowed, watching his features in the light’s glow. “No.”

“Stubborn.”

“Yes.” She leaned forward again. “There’s another way. A way to…to ease your heat.”

His eyes seemed to dilate even more, and she took a deep breath, ignoring the warmth rising in her cheeks.

“Let me help you.”

A complex mix of emotions seemed to flit across his eyes—relief, gratitude, and a flicker of something…darker. He didn’t speak, didn’t need to. The answer was in his gaze, in the way his hand reached out, one finger tracing the line of her jaw. “And how will you help me, bright eyes?”

She took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, and brought it to her waist, pressing it against the soft curve of her hip. “Help me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”

He groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver down her spine. His grip tightened on her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh, a possessive gesture that made her heart race.

She slid her hand lower, her fingers running from his chest to the lower part of his abdomen and then…against the hard ridge of his arousal. It was strange. Something so big shouldn’t be able to hide, but it was like his cock appeared out of nowhere. He shuddered as her fingers brushed over him and she swallowed hard, looking up at him, their gazes locking as she traced the curve of his length.

He seemed to surrender. His eyes closed, his head falling back against the floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Constance…”

She moved closer, her body pressing against his, her hand moving to release the clasp of his trouse. The moment it did and her fingers slid beneath the garment to touch his heated flesh, Akur hissed. He stiffened, his eyes flying open again.

“Just let me take care of you,” she whispered. His throat moved as he watched her, those eyes consuming her as she wrapped her hand around his thick head. Rhythmically, gently at first, she moved her hand from the tip to as far down as she could go. Fuck, he was massive. Thick, girthy, wide enough that one hand wasn’t enough. Grasping him with both, he hissed again, his hips shunting forward in a sharp jab. “That’s it, big guy. Let me take care of you.”

She whispered his name, and as she continued to touch him, to stroke him, to ease the fire that raged within him, she felt a shift in his energy, a release of tension, a slow, steady descent from the brink of chaos.

His breathing grew deeper, more even. Those eyes locked with hers as a silent gratitude, a silent understanding passed between them.

He reached out, cupping her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek, as his breaths came shorter. Looking into his eyes like this was intense. Almost as if they were sharing something deep. Something special. Something…inevitable.

As her rhythm increased, her touch growing bolder, she could feel him building, the heat radiating from him intensifying; the tremors running through his body growing stronger. A low growl rumbled in his chest, rivalling the shudder that went through the ground beneath them like a jarring reminder of the danger that still lurked.

She pumped harder, trying with all her mind to ignore the flutter that went through her center at just the sight of him, or how touching him like this was making her throb with a rhythm that matched the one she made.

“Akur,” she whispered. “Come for me.”

His hips bucked against her hands, his body tensing. He was close. So close.

Increasing her pace, her hands moving faster, her touch more insistent, she didn’t know what she felt at first. Like a lump, a ridge moving up his smooth white shaft. Small, hard knots of pleasure that reacted under the pressure of her wrists to make him shunt even harder.

“Constance!!!” With a guttural cry, he shattered.

The first seed pod had her staring wide-eyed. It looked like a soft white berry, emerging from his tip a moment before it burst and another took its place. Her chest heaved, heavy breaths leaving her as she came face to face with the things that almost made her catatonic. The things that gave her the most pleasure she’d ever had in her life. The seed pods burst, one after another, spilling onto her hand, her wrist, her arm. A rush of heat, a tingling pleasure spread through her veins, making her gasp, her body arching involuntarily. It was intoxicating, addictive, a primal cocktail of alien hormones no doubt designed to bind mate to mate.

It wasn’t even inside her, and she felt her own body react. Could feel her center swell and throb demanding to be touched. But not now. This was for him.

As the last few seed pods released, Akur collapsed, his body still trembling, his breath coming in gasps. The heat radiating from him was still intense, but the feverish edge was gone, replaced by a deep, satisfying warmth.

She continued to stroke him, gently now, soothingly, until no more seed pods emerged, until his body was still, his breathing even. Only then did she shift her gaze to his. His face was still pale, streaked with sweat, but his eyes…there was a tenderness there that made something in her chest spasm.

The ground shuddered again, a more violent tremor that sent dust and debris falling from the collapsed section not far behind them. They couldn’t stay here. Not now.

“Akur,” she whispered, fingers still gently gliding over his cock. She tried not to stare at it. He was still hard, but they couldn’t go again. Not here. Not now. “We need to go.”

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