Page 58 of Primal Vow

The contrast was delicious. His head spun with it, overwhelmed by sensations. Taryn's lips found Rhys's again, his kiss gentle and tender.

But Taryn wasn't done with him yet.

The Borraq grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light of the jungle. He slid his spent cock out of Rhys's hole, then, holding Rhys exactly where he wanted him, slid his other cock in.

Rhys whined, overstimulated and oversensitive, but the sound quickly turned into a gasp of pleasure as Taryn began to fuck him again. The second cock was just as thick and ridged as the first, the feeling of it sliding into him almost too much to bear.

But Rhys didn't want it to stop. He wanted to feel Taryn's claim on him, in him, to feel the Borraq's seed filling him up, spilling over.

Rhys had always been greedy, wanting more than what his life gave him. Thankfully, his mate didn't seem to mind at all.

Taryn's hands gripped Rhys's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he thrust into him again and again. Rhys could feel the Borraq's muscles tensing, could feel the heat building inside of him as he neared his own release.

How long they stayed like that, coupling in the wilds, Rhys didn't know. He didn't know anything except the feel of his mate inside of him, holding him tightly, filling him fully, kissing him tenderly.

Soon, though, Taryn's thrusts grew more frantic, his hips snapping forward as he drove his cock deeper into Rhys's body. Rhys could feel himself teetering on the edge again, his body trembling.

But he didn't want to hold back. He wanted to give himself over to the pleasure, to let Taryn claim him completely.

With a final cry, Rhys came again, his body shaking for a second time. Taryn followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside of Rhys as he filled him with his own release.

Rhys collapsed into Taryn's grasp with a groan, his body trembling with aftershocks. He was sore and spent, but satisfied in a way that he had never been before.

But then Taryn's voice rumbled in his ear, low and dirty. "You don't know what you do to me when you're like this, Rhys. Full of my seed, mated and bred."

Maybe there was too much of a good thing, after all. He could feel Taryn's first cock stiffening against his thigh again, the thick length already hard and ready for more.

Rhys groaned. "Taryn," he protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't... I can't take any more…"

But Taryn just chuckled, his hands roaming over Rhys's body as he nuzzled against his neck. "You can, my love."

Rhys groaned again, but he couldn't deny the spark of desire that flared in his chest at Taryn's words. He was Taryn's mate, and he loved every moment of it.

With a tired grin, Rhys tightened his legs around Taryn's hips. "That sounds like a challenge, big guy."

Rhys couldn't believe how his life had turned around since he first landed on Vasz. He had come here seeking a way to pay off his debts, never expecting to find love in the process. But now, as he lay in Taryn's arms, he knew that he had found something far more valuable than any amount of money.

Taryn's strong, muscular body was pressed against his own, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together as they moved in perfect sync. Rhys could feel the Borraq's heartbeat pounding against his chest, a steady rhythm that matched his own. He knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

As they continued to move together, Rhys felt a warmth building in his chest, a feeling of love and contentment that he had never experienced before. He knew that he would do anything to protect this moment, to protect Taryn and their future together.

Taryn's lips found his own, their kiss deep and passionate. Rhys could taste the sweetness of the Borraq's mouth, could feel the heat of his breath against his skin. He knew that he was completely and utterly lost in this moment, and he never wanted to be found.

With a contented sigh, Rhys closed his eyes, his body relaxing against Taryn's own.

He'd found paradise, and he wouldn't have it any other way.