Page 35 of Fated to the Hunter
There was no time to wonder when he’d removed his loincloth, because we were moving, closing the gap between us and the bed. He reached for my waistband, and by then I was caged under his body, surrounded by crisp sheets, warm muscles, and more Xarc’n warrior than I could ever handle. The warmth of his breath tickled my skin, the sensation going straight to my pussy.
I was completely naked except for my sports bra. But he made quick work of that too, yanking it up over my head.
Then he was hiking my leg around his hip, exposing me to him as he ground against me. Each hard section of his cock slid against my seam and bumped up against my clit, even as he continued to devour my mouth like he thought we’d die of hunger if he didn’t.
He cupped my breast with a rough palm as he kissed and nibbled his way down my jaw. His breath skimmed my throat, hot and uneven, sending a ripple of heat through me as his lips traced a slow, deliberate path down the curve of my neck. Each touch was a spark, each drag of his mouth a promise.
“Kiera.” The low growl of my name sent shivers up my spine.
I arched up in response, wantonly thrusting my breasts up like an offering, which he accepted greedily. His hands slid beneath me, and his mouth followed, claiming a nipple. There was no hesitation, no what-ifs. Just heat, intention, and the kind of need that made the world outside feel impossibly far away.
Excitement and impatience had me pushing him lower. This time, there wasn’t any pesky shuttle to stop us.
I scratched my nails at the base of his horns and was rewarded with a snarl telling me just how much he liked it. Then it was my turn, because he was covering my pussy with his mouth. This time, his tongue focused on my clit, teasing and twirling around it before assaulting it straight on with firm circular strokes.
I grabbed the closest pillow and cried out into it, using it to hide my sounds.
“Fuck, I need you now.” Bael’k’s voice sounded strained, like he was trying hard to keep control but failing.
Poor guy had had the mat pulled from under him last time by his meddling shuttle. Well, I didn’t want to wait any longer either. I was so wet for him that I was practically dripping with need. Fuck foreplay. My body was primed and ready.
I urged him up, pulling on his horns. “I need you too. Fuck me, Bael’k.”
My words had the intended effect. With a snarl, he crawled over me, bracing his massive arms on either side of my body. I felt so small and helpless, but in the best of ways.
“Yes,” I hissed at the feel of his cock against my inner thighs.
He rubbed the length of his cock along the seam of my pussy, and I could feel each of the three thick ridges teasing my sensitive clit.
“So hot. You burn me up, my little Wildfire.”
Then Bael’k was lining us up and pressing into me.
I hissed. He was so thick, and no matter how wet I was, and how much I wanted him, my body resisted. It had been years since I’d been with anything not battery-powered, and Bael’k was huge.
He slowed, concern etched on his face.
“Keep going. You’re not hurting me.” I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge this fucking hot. I wanted to know how those ridges would feel inside me, and I wanted to know now.
He rolled his hips again, this time with more pressure. He slid in over the first thick bulge, catching on the ridge. Greedy, I wrapped my legs around his hips and rocked hard. The first flare slid in, and I muffled a cry with my pillow as my body quickly closed around it to wrap tightly around the dip.
“Krux!”
It was like something snapped in him. Bael’k reared back and, with a snarl, thrust in again. I shrieked as the next two sections stretched me wide and drove into me in rapid succession until he was buried to the hilt.
My whole body shook. I’d never been so full before in my life, and the rush of pleasure mingled with a pinch of pain. I could barely breathe. There was no room left inside me for air. I clutched at his arms, digging my nails into his biceps. I gazed into his golden eyes and was immediately overwhelmed by what I saw there. They swirled with need and desire, not just for my body, but for a deeper connection.
And then he was moving, each slow drag rubbing the thick ridges against my insides. I searched desperately for that pillow again, knowing that there would be no way I could stay silent.
“You feel so good,” he growled. “Krux, you feel so good.”
The deliberate push and pull, slow, sensual, and measured, started to falter as his body tensed. With a shudder, he bent and buried his face into my neck.
The rhythm changed, each thrust becoming wilder, until he was pounding into me. Every plunge had his hard ridges hitting my G-spot, and any residual pain blossomed into bone-deep pleasure that had me choking out sob after sob into the pillow.
His purrs were so powerful they shook our bodies and vibrated my clit. My whole body seized as an orgasm tore through me.White exploded in my view as I rode the wave, cresting over and over before finally tumbling down.
But Bael’k didn’t give me the chance to settle. I gasped as I found myself being flipped over on the bed, my hips pulled up into the air. Bael’k lifted and maneuvered me like I weighed nothing at all. Then he was shoving that huge cock inside me again, and I was screaming into the mattress.
