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At the moment, I didn’t care. His mouth was doing something to me that rewired every nerve ending I possessed. The fang dragged across my clit again, slower this time, his tongue following in its wake. The combination of hard and soft, textured and smooth, pushed me toward an edge I could feel approaching like a freight train.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, and my fingers tightened in his hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”

The growl that rolled out of him traveled through his lips and into my flesh, a low, devastating frequency that nearly undid me. His tongue drove deeper, curled, found the place that made my thighs lock around his head. Lips latched and sealed my clit and pulled. The detonation I’d felt building in my core for the last several minutes finally ignited. My vision dissolved at the edges as I flew apart.

The orgasm hit me like a wall of water, crashing over me with a force that ripped a scream from my throat. My back bowed off the bunk, my hands fisting in his hair. Vennox didn’t pull away. He stayed with me, his mouth working through every pulse and clench, his tongue gentling but not stopping, drawing the orgasm out until it became almost painful in its intensity.

When my release finally ebbed, I collapsed back against the bunk like a marionette with cut strings. My chest heaved. My thighs trembled. The cool cushion of the platform was a shock against my fevered skin, and the sound of my own breathing filled the small, sealed room. Ragged, uneven, utterly ruined.

Vennox lifted his head.

His mouth was glistening, and the expression on his face was one of such raw, reverent hunger. He looked at me like I’d given him something priceless. Like I’d handed him the sun and he was still trying to believe it was real.

“Quin.” His hands were shaking where they rested on my thighs, scales pulsing vivid blue.

I reached for him. My fingers found the clasp at his waist, clumsy and urgent, and then the kilt fell away, and I forgot how to breathe.

He was breathtaking in a way that had nothing to do with beauty and everything to do with dimensions. Thick and hard and gleaming faintly silver in the dim light. The sight of him sent a deep, involuntary clench through my core. His erection jutted out from the apex of powerful thighs, swollen and rigid and flushed dark at the tip, and something about the sheer, straining weight of him sent a deep, involuntary clench through my sex.

I pulled at his shoulders, not hard, just enough to bring his body over mine, enough to feel the heat of him settle against me, his weight braced on his forearms, his chest hovering inches above mine. The tip of him pressed against my entrance, and my body clenched around nothing, desperate and empty and aching for him to fill me.

Chapter Thirteen

VENNOX

The taste of her clung to my tongue like something sacred.

Sweet. So impossibly, devastatingly sweet that every rational thought I possessed had been incinerated. I had consumed nothing in my entire life that came close to what she had given me. Her arousal filled my mouth, sweet and rich, and every time I swallowed, the flavor bloomed anew, bright and alive. My spirit swirled and knotted, pressing to be free; I thought my ribs might crack.

I braced above her, arms shaking, every muscle in my body locked in open revolt against my own restraint. Her heat reached me before I even pressed forward, a searing, devastating warmth at the tip of my phallus that dissolved rational thought faster than I could form it. Wet. She was so wet that I could feel it against me, and the slow, deliberate tilt of her hips nearly undid me.

“Quin.” I croaked out her name. My hips surged forward without permission, and I dragged them back, shaking. “Tell me youchoose me.” The words came out ragged, barely speech. “I am one breath from losing this fight entirely.”

She didn’t answer with words. Her hands slid past my hips and grabbed hold of my backside, hard, impatient, her fingers pressing into muscle and scale, and she pulled me forward at the same moment she rolled her hips upward, her petals parting as my swollen tip breached her sex. “Yes,” she said, somewhere beneath the roaring in my ears. “Now stop talking.”

My spirit slammed against the inside of my sternum, caged and feral. The thrumming that had been building within me since the moment her hand first found me through the fabric of my kiltus, erupted in flames. This was no measured vibration I wielded to comfort or soothe, no deliberate rhythm I could summon or silence at will. It poured through me with a force beyond my command, resonating through my scales, my bones, every part of my body as my essence strained toward hers.

My essence pressed outward, desperate to reach the female the Spirits had chosen for me. The vibration spread through the bunk until the metal beneath us hummed in answer, and somewhere deep within me, I recognized the truth with absolute certainty. My spirit had found its complement. Nothing in this world could have held it back now.

I pressed forward, and her body opened around me with a silken grip that drew a feral sound from my throat. She was impossibly hot inside, her walls smooth and slick and clinging to me like they were trying to pull me deeper.

Her welcoming softness gripped me with a pressure that bordered on painful, every ridge and contour of her inner walls mapping themselves against my girth as I sank deeper. She was so tight that my vision blurred at the edges, and the wet silkof her surrounded me completely, and I could feel her pulse through the walls of her sex, rapid and alive.

I sank deeper, the softness of her a vise that threatened to shatter my control. Her body stretched around my girth with a yielding, perfect friction that stole the air from my lungs. When I was buried to the hilt, when I could feel the scorching press of her core flush against my base, the world dissolved into blinding white before it sharpened and resolved into a single point.

The shawra blossomed across my scales, a radiant mark that threw piercing blue light across the walls of the sealed room. The blue was so bright it lit up every corner, painting Quin’s skin in shades of silver and blue.

A wisp of my essence emerged through the portal, coiling into the air like living smoke. It was like breathing for the first time. My spirit surged outward, reaching for her, and when it met hers, it found something bright and fierce and achingly vulnerable. When our spirits met, there was no hesitation. They recognized one another instantly, and the joining was neither gentle nor tentative. It was fierce, beautiful, and absolute, a collision of two souls that had been searching for each other across distances I could not comprehend.

Her pleasure hit me like a wave, flowing into me through the bond that was forming between us, and it waseverything.The aching fullness she felt around my length. The inferno building at her core. The way her inner walls clenched and released in rhythmic pulses that mirrored the thrumming resonating through me. I felt all of it as if it were my own, and the sensation doubled back on itself, her pleasure feeding into mine, feeding into hers, an infinite loop of sensation that built and built until I could not tell where I ended and she began.

Her body was a revelation. Soft where I was hard. The give of her flesh beneath my hands, the way her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the delicate architecture of her ribs expanding and contracting beneath skin that flushed with arousal. I felt all of it through the wisp of our spirits coalescing.

Her intimate embrace was a living thing around me. It gripped and released, while the wet heat of her was so intense it felt like I was being consumed by flame. Every ridge of my shaft dragged against her walls as I pulled back, and the friction drew a sound from her that I felt in my bones. When I surged forward again, sinking deep, she arched beneath me, and our bond grew stronger.

“Vennox.” My name on her lips was a benediction. Her hands slid from my shoulders to my chest, fingers splaying across the shawras that blazed between us, and the contact sent a bolt of pure sensation that made my hips stutter. “I can feel you. I can feeleverything.”

“Quin.” I could barely form the word. My voice was gone, destroyed, reduced to little more than a ragged whisper. The thrumming had reached a pitch that vibrated through every cell in my body, and I could feel her pleasure building alongside mine, cresting toward an overwhelming release.