Page 62 of Snared
When I poised above her, my body straining with the effort of restraint, she reached up to trace the markings that patterned my chest, her touch igniting fire beneath my skin.
“My beautiful predator,” she whispered, the words a caress.
I entered her in one powerful thrust, swallowing her cry of pleasure with my mouth. Her body welcomed me, tight heat enveloping my cock with exquisite pressure. I began to move within her, setting a rhythm that matched the pounding of our hearts.
Her nails raked down my back, sharp points of sensation that drove me wild. I growled against her throat, my movements becoming more forceful, more primal. She met each thrust with equal fervor, her body rising to meet mine, taking everything I offered and demanding more.
“Harder,” she urged, her voice a breathless command. “I won’t break, Lor. Take me like you did that first time.”
The permission unleashed something within me—the carefully controlled power I always maintained in her presence giving way to something rawer, more instinctive. I drove into her with renewed force, my claws digging into the bedding on either side of her head, my teeth finding the mark at her neck and reopening it slightly, just enough to taste the copper-sweetness of her blood.
She cried out at the sensation, her inner walls clenching around me in the beginnings of her climax. I felt it building through our bond—her pleasure feeding mine, creating a feedback loop of sensation that transcended physical joining.
My tail wrapped around her thigh, anchoring her beneath me as I pushed her higher, driven by the need to see her come apart. When she finally shattered, her body convulsing around mine, her voice breaking on my name, I allowed my own release to follow. I spilled inside her with a roar that would have terrified anyone else, my cock pulsing as my knot swelled, locking us together in the most primal way possible.
We lay tangled in the aftermath, her body still trembling with aftershocks, my knot ensuring we remained joined as our breathing gradually slowed. The artificial jungle around usseemed to pulse with life, though I knew it was merely an illusion created by our environmental controls.
Miri’s fingers traced lazy patterns across my chest, following the dappled markings that defined my lineage. “That was...”
“Adequate?” I supplied, knowing it would make her laugh.
She didn’t disappoint, the sound vibrating between our still-joined bodies. “I was going to say ‘mind-blowing,’ but sure, adequate works too.”
I nuzzled into her hair, breathing in her scent—now mixed thoroughly with mine, a combination that satisfied something primal in my nature. We lay in comfortable silence for several minutes, her fingers continuing their exploration of my skin, my tail lazily curled around her thigh in possessive contentment.
“You know,” she said finally, her voice soft with realization, “I was so worried about coming here, about this perfect Rodinian house feeling too alien. But this—us, together—it feels exactly the same as in our jungle home.”
I rumbled in agreement, stroking her hair.
“Home isn’t a place, is it?” she whispered, looking up at me with those dark eyes that had captured me from the first moment.
“Home is where you are, kassari,” I replied simply, wrapping my tail more securely around her thigh. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
She smiled, nestling closer against my chest. “When do we go back to the jungle?”
“Three days,” I told her, already anticipating our return. “After the formal reception at Legion Command. Then we return to our territory.”
“Good,” she sighed contentedly. “I miss Phil. And I miss the real jungle sounds, not this recorded stuff. Though this was a pretty impressive recreation.”
I allowed a rare smile to curve my lips. “We can maintain this dwelling for necessary visits to Rodinia Tertius. But our true home remains where our bond first formed.”
“Where you hunted me for real,” she teased, pressing a kiss to my chest.
“Where I found you,” I corrected, tilting her face up to mine. “Where the universe gave me the greatest gift I never knew to seek.”
Her eyes softened at my words. “Look at you, getting all poetic on me. The other mates will never believe my big, scary Reaper has such a soft side.”
“It is for you alone,” I assured her, rolling us so she lay atop me, her smaller body fitting perfectly against mine. My knot had receded enough to allow movement, though we remained intimately connected. “As I am for you alone.”
She stretched against me like a contented feline, then settled with her head on my chest. Around us, our artificial jungle continued its simulated life cycle, but we both knew it was merely a shadow of what awaited our return. This dwelling would serve its purpose when needed, but our hearts belonged to the wild, sentient ecosystem that had brought us together.
And as I held my mate in the afterglow of our passion, I silently thanked the jungle for its wisdom in choosing her for me—this perfect, fierce, utterly unexpected human who had transformed my existence from mere survival to something infinitely more precious.
