Page 77 of Shielded Heart

Her cries gave way to ragged, panting breaths as he set a frantic pace, driven by an animalistic urge to have her, to claim her, to fill her with his seed. Guttural sounds rose from his chest and forced their way through his bared fangs.

His cock easily delved in and out of her wet channel, which sucked him in hungrily. He inhaled, filling his senses with the smell of sex, the perfume of his mate. Possessiveness tensed his muscles.

She was his.His.

Samantha squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back, thrusting her small breasts into the air, as she crested again. She tightened her legs around him and dug her heels into the backs of his thighs, pulling him deeper.

The sight of his mate awash on a sea of ecstasy might’ve been enough on its own to send Arcanthus over the edge, but combined with the tightness of her convulsing channel, it was more than he could bear.

A maelstrom of sensation rushed through him. He held on for as long as he could, but the pressure was too great. Throwing his head back with eyes closed tight, Arcanthus roared. His muscles seized as his tendrils split open, latching onto her inner walls to force open the path to her womb, and his seed pumped into her.

Unimaginable pleasure blasted through his shuddering body, obliterating everything inside—it swept away every other feeling, every conscious thought, every bit of sensory input not related to her. For a few blissful moments, he didn’t even know who he was. Only Samantha remained. Samantha, his mate. His everything.

When his awareness returned, he found himself bent over Samantha with his arms to either side of her head. Her dark hair was strewn about her, her pink-tinged skin glistened with sweat, her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Spasms raced through his body as his cock continued to flood her with his seed; his cybernetic limbs, in contrast, were locked in place, and refused to comply with his mental commands for several seconds.

When he was finally able to move again, he lifted one arm and delicately brushed a few strands of damp hair away from Sam’s cheek.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she turned her face to look up at him. A contented smile graced her lips. She placed her palm on his chest, over his pounding heart.

“I’m not sure what that was, little terran, but I intend to have it again and again until my body finally fails me,” he said.

Her smiled widened. “I…won’t mind.”

He grinned, sweeping his gaze over her face; he wanted this image of her forever in his memory. “I don’t know if I’d give you a choice either way.”

She grasped a thick hunk of his hair with her free hand and tugged him down. Helpless to resist, Arc bent and lowered his head as she tilted her chin up and kissed him. It was a tender kiss, an affectionate caress of lips and tongues, seeming to convey everything she felt but could not voice.

With any other female, Arcanthus would’ve panicked in that moment. He’d never wanted anything more than a fleeting physical connection; he’d never committed to anything beyond a bit of mutual pleasure. He didn’t fully understand the things Samantha made him feel, but he recognized them in her kiss, felt their echoes from her soul, and he accepted it all. So what if he didn’t understand? This female was unlike anyone else, and her magnetic pull on him only strengthened with his every step closer.

Her hand slid up into his hair, and she broke the kiss. “I really like your hair.”

“How could you not?”

Samantha laughed; the gentle vibration from her body flowed straight to his cock. It was only then that he realized it hadn’t relinquished its hold. Her laughter only made his tendrils tighten their grip.

Her laughter died and her breath hitched. “Are…are you…stuck?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. Much as I’d prefer to tell you it’s normal, I’ve never had this happen before—not for this long, anyway. My body seems rather covetous of you.”

“Oh.”

“Iam rather covetous of you.”

Sam’s eyes rounded. “Oh.”

Arc grinned as he grazed one of his hands down her arm and over her hip to palm her ass. He kissed her again; a few days ago, she would’ve shied away from his slightest touch, and now she actively sought it, lifting her head to meet his lips. Her trust in him filled Arcanthus with warmth.

When his cock finally deigned to release its hold, Arcanthus reluctantly drew back his hips, slipping free of her channel. His seed spilled from her. The sight filled him with an unexplainable, savage pride, and a resurgence of possessiveness; though he’d withdrawn from her, part of him lingered inside.

His shaft slowly receded into his slit until only the tip protruded.

He slipped off the bed, reached forward, and pulled her toward the edge. Samantha didn’t resist as he scooped her up; she looped her arms around his neck and shivered. Her flesh was hot against his, and the air was chilly in comparison.

Arcanthus carried her into the bathroom and stepped into the pool, flicking the nearby controls with his tail to lower the pool’s floor. He sat on a submerged ledge, letting the water deepen until it was up to his chest, and positioned Samantha on his lap.

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