Page 56 of Fighting Gravity
Leaning in, he said, “Say my name, Quinn.”
I stared at him, short of breath and filled with fire. He squeezed again, reminding me that I was not in a place of control. Tears teased my eyes, both from the lack of air and from the sheer intensity of what was happing to my body. I didn’t understand it and to say it was frightening was an understatement. I felt my thighs part and, staring into his otherworldly gaze, I pressed my hips forward, nudging against his groin.
“Rhone,” I muttered.
His eyes sunk slowly to my lips and lingered there, stoking the flames gathering in my core. Then, as if coming back to himself, he showed me his teeth with a growl and spun me around, bending me over the wing of the transport. He pressed one hand between my shoulder blades and gripped my hair with his other, pulling my head up as he folded over my back. He spoke close to my ear, his breath scalding.
“You continue to defy me, even when you know the consequences. Keep poking the beast, Quinn. You’re dangerously close to finding out what I’m capable of.”
I let out a breathy whimper, my skin so sensitive that the mere caress of his breath was painful.
Fuck it.
I’d never been a good girl. I had never made the right decisions so why break the cycle, right? I decided to poke the beast…
“Rhone,” I said. “Stop threatening to do something and just do it.”
24: Rhone
She smelled like desire and consequence. Her aroma sweetened and filled my lungs. When I had her pinned to the shuttle, my plan was to choke her until she passed out and let her wake only to do it again. The torture would drive her mad and I desired to see the hope drain from her eyes every time she fought me and failed. It was such a tantalizing thought that my Thel took over with excitement.
And like always, Quinn was deeply affected by it. It had little to do with one’s sense of hearing. Thel was deeper than that. Not everyone could pick up the frequency, so why was Quinn and why was it changing her scent so drastically? It was overwhelming. Her temperature was changing, too. She was fire wrapped in soft flesh, her pulse flying.
My cock swelled behind my leathers, straining to feel something (or someone) wrapped around it. The idea that Quinn was the closet body made my head spin. The thought of mating with a human—the friend to our enemy—felt like a sin.
But if the gods did not approve, then why was she feeling me so strongly? Why could she hear my tones?
“Rhone,” she whimpered, her voice so feminine. “Stop threatening to do something and just do it.”
Without even being clear on what she thought “it” was, I leaned forward, sliding my tongue up the length of her neck to the base of her ear. She shuddered under the caress of my piercing and gods be damned, I liked it. I loved hearing her pulse jump and her breath hitch.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered gruffly.
“Maybe I don’t.”
Her lack of resistance undid me. My cock felt trapped behind my tight leggings and hungered to feel her. To drive so deep inside her that she was screaming my name. Breaking her nails on the metal shuttle wing. Suffocating under the intensity. I hissed a curse at the thought, chiding myself for having such vivid fantasies about a human. Fucking her could break her. Her bones were so brittle. Her skin was so malleable.
“Rhone,” she gasped, pushing her round ass into the hardening length of my dick. The sound of my name uttered on her soft lips made my core throb. “You said you’d punish me. Fucking punish me.”
I tightened the fist still holding a handful of her hair and growled low, letting loose the deepest vibrations of my Thel until I felt her whole body shake beneath me.
“Cehthos forgive me,” I muttered.
Releasing her hair, I moved my hands to her wrists and gathered them above her head, holding them with one hand as my other forced the waistband of her fitted trousers off her hips. Gods, her scent was intoxicating. Down the lower part of her spine was a black marking. I’d seen it before, but never had I gotten such a good look. I ran my claws down the swirling pattern and then lowered it further to the apex of her thighs.
Human anatomy was so incredibly similar to gek. It wasn’t hard to understand where she needed to be touched. She was glistening with moisture where her tender flesh was blushing and exposed. Just as my nails skimmed that pink slit, she trembled, her back bowing. My claws retracted as I plunged a finger deep into her core. She was so slick. So wet and so tight.
I wondered if she was as perplexed as I was. Though my desire outweighed my reservations, there was still a part of me that continued to fight my urges. Quinn was human. A captive.
But that didn’t matter when I felt her clench around my finger. She bucked against my hand, her breath sawing in and out of her as I moved. It drove me wild. Watching her back undulate beneath me as I worked my finger inside her was torture. It wasn’t enough just to explore her body. I wanted to experience it. Taste it. Hear her falling apart.
I pulled my finger free, reaching for my leathers to finally set my cock loose on Quinn. She deserved it. Everything she did riled me up, drawing me closer to the edge of my sanity in a way I’d never experienced. Pushing my belt aside, I shoved my leathers down, watching my cock spring free. Looking at myself next to Quinn, our joining seemed impossible. Our hue was different. Our texture. Our size. How big were human men?
She moaned as soon as she felt my length rest on her lower back, but she didn’t know what she was asking. Kicking her feet apart, I positioned myself at her entrance, pausing at the scalding heat of her sex on my rounded tip. Bending over the top of her, I began to push inside, reveling in the way her body stretched and devoured me. She sucked in a strained breath, her mouth falling agape.
“Oh, fuck,” she exhaled.
“You still want this?” I snarled.
