Page 58 of Hyperspeed
Our lips moved as if in sync, tongues clashing. I bit his bottom lip, catching it with my fangs. The coppery tang of blood hit my tongue, and when I licked over the wound, sucking his lip between my own, Kai grunted and released a deep groan.
We moved faster and faster, our skin slick with sweat, cocks wet and hard. The fizzing in my spine started up again, building steadily.
But I needed . ..
“More,” I moaned into Kai’s mouth, tugging on his hair as I rutted against him like a bitch in heat.
One hand released my hip, slipping into the tight space between us. When his rough fingers wrapped around both of us, I let out a high-pitched mewl, hips jerking as he dragged his fist upwards.
“Fuck,” he panted, dragging a thumb over my slit and swiping through the sticky mess.
The symphony of sex—breathy moans, ragged gasps, and the sharp rhythm of skin against skin—reverberated through the room like a hymn sung in reverence of our combined pleasure. I climbed higher and higher, rising to my toes as my climax crept closer.
My tail tightened around my thigh, threatening to cut off my circulation. It could’ve snapped my femur and I wouldn’t have cared, because Kai clung to me, knocking my back against the lockers behind me with every thrust.
The end was in sight. My vision grew fuzzy around the edges as my orgasm came close to cresting. But it remained just beyond my reach, like I couldn’t quite—
Kai’s free hand curled around my back, fingers caressing the base of my tail.
And I fucking lost it.
I screamed, throat stinging as my cock erupted between us, covering Kai’s fingers and slicking his prick. Stripes of it coated my stomach and his, matching masterpieces only we would ever see.
He continued to stroke us together, my hips spasming with the aftershocks, and just as I hit my limit of oversensitivity, Kai followed me over the edge with a roar.
The warmth of his release on my skin was almost calming, soothing the rapid pounding of my heart. My forehead rested against his shoulder, our heavy breaths the only sound.
For once, the marks on my skin were dark, with no light to be found thanks to my post-nut haze. My brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, and I wasn’t sure which way was up.
I closed my eyes and lifted my head, leaning it back against the lockers.
When Kai’s hands left my body, I kept them closed, even as the distance between us increased and the air grew chilly.
Even when I heard a rustling sound, which I assumed was him putting on his T-shirt, I kept them closed. Even when I heard his footsteps approaching the door, pausing as though he wanted to speak, I kept them closed. Even at the sound of the door opening—which we’d forgotten to lock before mauling each other—I kept them closed.
It was only when I heard it shut that I dared to open them. And when I did, Kai was gone.
I was alone again.
It was only the evidence of our combined release, still warm and wet against my cooling skin, that made me believe the entire thing had happened at all.
Grabbing a fresh towel from the cubby, I stepped back into the showers. I let the warm water rinse away the evidence of a secret tryst between two people who could barely tolerate the sight of each other.
No matter how good it had been, no matter how badly my body ached for more . . .
It wouldneverhappen again.
Better the Alien You Know
Rev
Hazel eyes had carved themselves into my thoughts ever since that night in the locker room.
It’d been a week, and still, every time I shut my eyes, I saw them—molten gold, seething with lust and rage, seared into the core of me like a brand. And worse, I could’ve sworn his scent lingered. Cardamom and leather, warm and sharp. Comforting but dangerous. A contradiction I couldn’t seem to shake.
No matter how many times I showered or how hard I scrubbed my skin, I could still feel the heat of our joint release on my stomach, the rough pads of his fingers caressing my body, my face, my tail. I’d almost rubbed my dick raw over the last seven days with how much I’d wanked to the memory.
I’d even tried putting myself on a ban. Absolutely no touching my dick while Kai Mercer feasted on my brain like a flesh-eating bacteria.
