Page 35 of Bartender Mate

A bulbous bundle of his nerves–the knot, I think Samantha had called it, something which only presented itself for mates–was inflating at the base of his cock. The sensation of that padded cushion bumping up against my sensitive opening drew out a wild desperation in me which blind-sided me, filling me with a raw surge of possessive need.

It made no sense. I had no prior experience with the knot, but I was suddenly feral for it. I only knew I wanted that knot, plunged deep inside, until we didn’t know where he ended and I began.

Quasar lost himself to my siren’s call then, sawing in and out of me while reaching down to massage the hood of my clit with the rough pad of his finger, taking care not to hurt me with his claws. I groaned and dug my ankles deeper into the bedding, pumping my hips up to meet his.

“Not deep enough,” I half-sobbed, half-growled. Frustration and urgency driving all logic from my brain. “Gotta get deeper.” Quasar flipped us over, so he landed on his back and I was straddled over his middle, hands now braced on his chiseled abs. “Mm,” I mumbled. “Much better.”

I rode him then, eyes closed and lost completely to instinct and sensation, chasing that relief. Our release was right there, I could feel it, and I’d never needed to cum so bad in all my life. I rose off his length, then dropped my hips to his, forcing out the sexiest snarls I’d ever heard from the male below me, as each movement drove that sexy bulge deeper inside me.

Quasar’s hands were on my hips, now, working me with just as much ruthlessness onto his cock which throbbed each time I thrust him inside of me. And then, there was a pop, and a shifting of pressure. Suddenly, he was seated fully inside me.

I screamed in triumph and shock, never having felt so gloriously full in all my life, as the orgasm rocketed through me from head to toe. It wasn’t one of those delightful rushes, nor was it a long, hot soak of the good stuff. No, this was an avalanche of hormones.

A supernova of pleasure, if you will, which was almost too much to bear.

In fact, as his roar joined my string of curse words, I almost blacked out from lust overload as his dick throbbed inside me, releasing its seed.

However, as I swam in the happy juices, a new sensation started to take hold in my pussy. The pressure was back, but this time it was inside me. His dick wasn’t going loose and flaccid like a human cock would at this point. Nope. It was getting bigger. Impossibly big.

“What the fuck?” I breathed, alarm shooting through me, overriding the wonderful connection we’d found a moment before, as his cock locked me in place. With a gasp, I tried to pullt away, but his hand tightened on my hips, claws digging painfully into my flesh.

“No.” Quasar’s eyes flew open and suddenly all I could see were those reptilian slits–not human,alien pupils–staring back at me. “Stay, mate,” he hissed. His voice was a chainsaw, sounding like some prehistoric monster from the deep. “Do not move.”

“What do you mean don’t move?” I shrieked. “I want to get off. This fucking hurts!”

I tried to pull away, hard, yanking my hips away from his. All I succeeded in doing was sending a blinding shock of pain through my entire body. I screamed, in fear and pain and fucking outrage at being trapped.

All I could see below me was a monster in a humanoid’s body, staring mournfully back at me.

“Please, Tess,” he sobbed, sounding more like himself now and clearly in pain. “Stop fighting it. Stopping fighting my knot. I can’t–we have to stay like this–I don’t want to hurt you!”

“You can’t fucking make me stay, Drakon,” I growled, adrenaline riding my words and making them sharp as daggers. “Let me go!”

“Can’t,” Quasar moaned, a hitch riding his voice. Before my eyes, his radiant purple skin seemed to be transforming into a terrifying ashen gray. It only fueled my rising panic. “Want to, Tess, but I–”

Getting my feet under me again, I yanked, more determined than ever to free myself. This time, we screamed together, not in ecstasy but in anguish.

It felt like I was trying to tear my soul from his.

The door crashed open behind us and two Drakon males came tumbling into the space. I reached for them, blindly. Begging either one of them to make this right. To get me free of this nightmare. For one beautiful moment, I thought they’d come here to rescue me.

Then Radon’s ominous growl shattered my fledgling hope.

“Quasar,” he snarled. “What have you done?”

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Radon

“Quasar,” I barked. “What have you done?”

Quasar winced and Tess cried out again. I rushed to her side, Asteroid in lock step behind me. Now was not the time for admonishments, I could tear Quasar a new one later, but for right now, our mates needed us. Tess was panicking and we had to talk her down from the ledge before irrevocable damage was done to one or both of them.

My fierce little warrior mate was fighting the knot.

The fear that rolled off of her tore at my heart. I carded my fingers through her hair, minding my claws with her fragile human skin, shushing her the way my fathers had when I was still young. Before they all slowly gave up on life.

“Get him off me,” she growled, pain slurring her words.

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