Page 74 of Stolen Fire
“No. You. As you are. I want the real us.” She pressed her lips to his.
He thrust up. She went to her tiptoes and lost her breath as he stretched and filled her, lifting her completely off her feet and sliding her down his cock. Strong, thick, flexible, and so much more—his body was a universe all by itself. One she’d never finish exploring.
He took a few steps, each move resonating through her core, making his cock drill deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing completely on how he filled and stretched her so perfectly. He pressed her against the wall of her room, the cold a sharp contrast to his heat. Sensations washed over her faster than she could process. He bent his head, thrust out his tongue, and extended it to lash her nipple. She clenched as the sensation registered so much lower. “Oh damn, that’s a fucking skill.”
He leaned back and laughed. “Literally.”
“We’re exploring that talent again. In a bed.”
He dipped his knees to thrust up and into her with committed force. “We’ll explore everything, Beauty. All the positions, all the places, all the ways I can make you come.”
And she was on the edge of doing exactly that, her body sensitive and shaking, her pussy weeping over his cock as he slid in and out, each time going seemingly deeper. Who knows. Maybe he was. Whatever he was doing, he should keep doing it. Because?—
The tip of his tail teased between her cheeks, tickling her sensitive, untried ring.
She exploded. Like a rocket firing for launch, her entire body responded to the detonation that started in her core. She bathed him in her cum, breath heaved from her lungs in a scream, and her muscles went rigid. Through it all, he held her in place, continued to pump in and out, his green-eyed gaze pouring passion into her. She couldn’t control her head falling back and her eyes closing as the power of the moment washed through her with aftershocks.
And then, he followed her into space, his body going rigid, his grip tightening. The idea of his prints on her thighs made her body clench around his, and he roared, his rhythm gone and his cock juddering inside her. She ignited again as he rocked into her, taking her deeper into a space only the two of them could be, the space and the stars they’d created with their explosive connection.
She dropped her head onto his shoulder, completely spent. His rich scent filled her lungs, bringing a sense of belonging deep into her soul. It was an unfamiliar sensation she’d spend a lifetime getting used to. He lowered her onto the bed and left her body. She moaned at the loss.
“Be right back.” He kissed her forehead and freed himself from her embrace.
Blaize’s gaze was drawn to him. Muscles rippled down his back. Two taught globes framed his thick tail that didn’t quite reach the ground before it tapered to a point. She’d never been with a male with extra appendages. Gills had been the most exotic, but Cifer’s appearance didn’t seem exotic. He was as he should be. His true form made sense. He shouldn’t have to hide.
“You have a choice,” he said when he returned from the bathroom. “This or my tongue?” He held up a damp cloth.
“That’s a question?”
Cifer laughed, stretched his arm back to the bath to drop the towel, and then settled between her legs. “Get comfortable, Beauty. I’m going to be very, very thorough.”
“Nice trick. With the towel.”
“I know a lot more tricks.” He gave her a wicked grin and extended his tongue.
She squirmed, and he held her in place as he took her over the edge again and again.
Banging on the door woke Cifer. He shifted his appearance and quickly put on his pants. Rhysa was on the other side of the door, a huge grin plastered on her face. She attempted to peer around him.
He shifted his body to close the gaps. “What’s up?”
“Dez cooked. Sent me to collect you two since Blaize isn’t answering her comm. Did you put her in a coma?”
Part of him wanted to puff out his chest and assure her that he had treated Blaize very well. “We’ll be there momentarily.”
“Good. It’s tradition for the crew to eat together after we launch. Family style.”
“Give me just a minute,” Blaize called from behind him. “But don’t wait for us. I’m sorry I missed the call. I don’t know what came over me. I?—”
“I’m pretty sure I know what came over you, in you, and all the other ways you can come. Good for you, Blaize. But hurry up. I’m hungry.” Rhysa spun on her heel, her laughter echoing behind her.
Cifer struggled to dress, distracted by the pale, pristine perfection that was his beauty. Blaize managed to finish cleaning up and securing her clothing before him, despite his head start. He shoved his feet into his boots and clasped her hand, enjoying the simple walk to the galley.
Two empty chairs waited for them. Bowls of steaming food filled the table, and the entire crew’s gaze locked on him and his lover. He held down the proud smile and tried not to puff out his chest too far. Pride didn’t begin to capture how he felt about his relationship. And then there was the warm, soft sensation of being surrounded by the crew. Embraced into the fold of their unity. He hadn’t belonged on The Treasure when he first stepped on board. Yet, after such a short time, he couldn’t imagine belonging anywhere else.
Bowls passed from hand to hand, food scooped out onto their plates. Rhysa’s voice carried over the polite pleases and thank-yous. “We’re set for Hiargus. I found the best route, but it will still take months.”
Cyra held the platter of meat for Dez. “Shouldn’t be a problem. We have plenty of food and fuel.”
