Page 59 of Shielded Heart

Sam writhed upon him, her hips undulating in time with the thrusts of his tail and the strokes of his finger. Electric currents arced through her body. Her timid, throaty sighs built in a crescendo, becoming overwhelmed cries. She was lost, drowning in sensation, in torment, in pleasure.

“Yes,” Arc said. “Scream for me, Samantha. Let the whole city know you are in the throes of ecstasy.” He pressed on her clit more firmly.

She gave in and let the sensations overtake her.

White-hot pleasure burst inside her. She came with a guttural cry that quickly turned into a scream as his fingers and tail quickened. Heat flooded Samantha, and her body spasmed, locking up tight. She squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and reared her head, gritting her teeth as rapture tore her apart and pieced her together again. It was ruthless; it was blistering; it wassublime.

When the sensations finally diminished, Samantha’s eyes fluttered open.

Arcanthus was watching her with half-lidded eyes that—along with hisqal—glowed brighter than she’d ever seen. Hunger burned in his gaze. Slowly, he slipped out his tongue and slid it over his lips. His finger lazily circled Sam’s clit, easing her down from the heights of euphoria, and his tail remained inside her, keeping her satisfyingly full.

Samantha lay atop him, breathing raggedly, as her body shuddered in the aftermath of her climax.

Arc lowered his head and captured her mouth. His kiss was ravenous and bruising, brimming with desire. Samantha moaned against his lips.

When he pulled back, he smiled lopsidedly, bringing his free hand up to stroke her cheek. “I win, little terran.”

Though her cheeks were already flushed, another rush of warmth swept across them. She returned his smile with a big one of her own.

She felt…free, like a great weight had been lifted off her. She’d never thought sex could feel so wonderful. Hell, she’d never thought sex could even feelgood. What Arcanthus had done for her… It was lifechanging.

He lifted his hand from her clit and placed it upon her thigh, giving it a gentle but possessive squeeze. “As per our arrangement, little terran…that was only the beginning. I’m ready for arealtaste, now.”

Arc’s tail slowly slipped out of her. Her sex clenched, greedy to keep him there, and she tightened her legs around his thighs. But she wasn’t strong enough to resist when he placed his hands on her hips, lifted her, and turned her to face him.

Her hair fell around her shoulders as he sat her on his abdomen and spread her legs to either side of his torso. Her skirt bunched around her waist and draped over his lap. His grin widened, flashing fangs as his central eye dipped to her sex, which was slick with desire and bared to him.

Samantha shyly brought a hand to her chin as she stared down at him.

Cupping her ass, he pulled her closer. “This flower ismine.”

A high tone—reminiscent of the bells that had signaled the end of a period when Samantha was in school—sounded from Arcanthus’s wrist, and he stilled. A moment later, the tone sounded again.

Arc gritted his teeth and growled, tightening his grip on her ass. “Damn it.”

Arcanthus was staringup at a fantasy made flesh, at the goddess of his desire, at everything he wanted and could ever need. Samantha’s hair was in disarray, spilling over her shoulders in thick waves to brush the tops of her small, firm breasts, and her eyes were dark with lust. Her pale skin was pinkened in excitement, her lips lush and swollen from his kisses. The smile she’d gifted him was more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen; her joy was arousing and alluring beyond reason.

He inhaled deeply, taking in her mouthwatering scent, and returned his eyes to her bared sex. Its pink, glistening petals beckoned him. He was momentsaway from having his mouththere, moments away from drinking her nectar straight from the source.

The tone sounded again—someone was at one of the concealed doors.

A flash of irritation joined the fires of his passion. His cock ached, and there was only one thing—one touch—that could relieve his suffering.

But, of course, someone was at thefuckingdoor.

Forcing his voice into as neutral a tone as possible, he said, “Just a moment, Samantha.”

Arcanthus shifted his arms so his elbows rested lightly upon Sam’s thighs and his hands were over his chest. He activated his holocom to access the door intercom. “Someone had better be dying, because I saidno interruptions.”

“Since when have I ever cared what you say?” Drakkal replied. “Especially since you locked me out, you bastard.”

“I’m going to castrate you,” Arcanthus muttered.

Samantha’s eyes widened.

Arcanthus wanted to focus on Samantha’s scent, her heat, her taste. He wanted to join with his mate, just like every fucking instinct inside him demanded. He clenched his jaw and said through his teeth, “I’mbusy, Drakkal. What do you want?”

“We found him,” Drakkal said.

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