Page 77 of The Weaver

Her gaze dipped to his extruded shaft. It shone with its natural oils, which dripped from the tip.

How the heck was that supposed to fit?

Ivy and Ketahn made it work, so it was possible.

I survived a ship crash, wild beasts, a carnivorous plant, a flood, a deadly swamp, a raging river, and a tumble from a waterfall. I will survive spider-alien dick.

And Iwillenjoy it.

After bundling a fourth length of rope, Rekosh strode to the base of a nearby tree. He knelt there, and with practiced speed, tried an end of each rope to the thick, raised roots. Ahmya approached him, wincing at the cool slickness between her thighs.

Rekosh turned to face her. Though his eyes, fervent as ever, met hers, he didn’t reach for her. Instead, he lay down on the ground. Rolling onto his back, he grasped one of the ropes, wrapped it around the wrist of his upper arm, and tied it tight and close to the root.

“Rekosh?” Ahmya stepped closer, tilting her head as she watched him take hold of the next strand to repeat the process with the wrist of his lower arm. “I…I don’t understand.”

“Feel the mating frenzy,” he said, his voice low and harsh, tugging the silk tight around his wrist. “Do not want to harm you.”

With his left arms bound, he set about securing his upper right arm. With only one hand, he was slower to do so, though not by much. He caught the final rope and held it up. “Need you,vi’keishi.”

Ahmya ran her gaze over him, bound and laid out before her, his cock erect in the air. Vulnerable.

He was doing this for her.

She met his gaze again. “You wouldn’t hurt me, Rekosh.”

“Please, Ahmya.” He held the rope toward her. “My need is too big. I will not risk you.”

Her heart squeezed at the desperate plea in his eyes and in his words. He truly was terrified of harming her while mating.

She walked to his side, crouched, and took hold of the rope.

“As I taught,” he grated.

Ahmya caught his wrist before he could lower it and brought his palm to her cheek. “I’m only doing this because you’re asking me to. But in my heart, I know you wouldneverhurt me.”

“Ah, my heartsthread…” He gently stroked her cheekbone with his thumb. Then, with equal gentleness but irresistible strength, he pulled his hand away and lay his arm on the root. “Fast.”

Ahmya looped the silk rope around his wrist and tied a knot that she had practiced under his instruction many times. She tugged on the restraint, making sure it was secure, and looked at him. “It’s done.”

Rekosh curled all four hands into fists and tested the bindings himself, drawing them taut. Muscles subtly played beneath his dark hide. Then he nodded, settling the fullness of his heated gaze upon Ahmya.

“Claim me,nyleea.”

Ahmya blinked. He wantedherto claimhim?

Well, what did you expect to happen when he restrained himself?

I didn’t think that far ahead!

Biting her lower lip, she ran her gaze down Rekosh’s body, over the ridges of his chest and abdomen to the extended claspers twitching at his pelvis, until finally settling it on his straining cock.

He was hers. Hers to take.

Make him yours.

His legs were bent and propped at his sides, the tips digging into the ground. She stepped between them and rested her hand on the rounded underbelly of his hindquarters. It quivered beneath her palm. It was one of the many parts that made him so different from her, one of the many parts that made him so spiderlike. But none of that mattered. Because every part of him, even the most alien, made up who Rekosh was. And all of it was beautiful to her.

She trailed her fingers slowly along his underbelly, down, down, down the slope leading toward his slit.

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