Page 41 of Fathom

I clawed at the table, shrieks tearing from my lips with every demanding penetration, guttural and lost as stars exploded, supernovas tingling in my thighs and belly, my thoughts driven into a space where only the darkness lived, my body thrashing like a wild thing, clamping and convulsing, trying to suck him in, hold him into me as he thrust so deep into me, pulling me back, taking me higher, smashing me into pieces, and then heat filled me.

He let out a deep, satisfied, guttural snarl as he held himself deep inside of me, his cock twitching inside of me as his seed filled me in a glorious moment of getting everything I needed. There was a pressure of something inside of me, thicker thanbefore, but it was a footnote in the story of the best climax I had ever experienced in my entire life.

Nothing existed but the sensation of warmth spreading through my body, the blissful aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm.

He was bent over me, leaning on his forearm braced against the countertop, his thighs and hips pressed tight against my backside, his hand on my hip trembling, his length still twitching inside of me.

"Leija," he murmured as I felt another sput of heat fill me. "Leija, my Leija."

A slow thought drifted into my mind.

He just utterly wrecked me.

Every other time I'd been with a human man paled in comparison to the gentle yet savage feral fucking of this glorious alien male. I'd never felt so desired or taken with such intense yet respectful pursuit. He wanted me. He teased me until I begged him for it, and then he gave it to me until I lost my mind to the utter pleasure of it.

I pressed my forehead into the cool surface of the countertop, felt the trembling aftershocks of my world-shattering orgasm, and knew that I was done for.

There would never be anyone else.

I was his.

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Horror filled me.

Her small body trembled underneath me, her tight channel still gripping me with soft pulses. Every moment played through my mind, how she had come in, the sight of her breaking through, creating cracks of light of need into the madness of my withdrawal. I had teased her instead of attacking her, driving her to desperation until she presented herself to me, then she had clawed and screamed as I took her, mounting her without any precautions, spilling my seed directly into her.

I was still in her, my length blocking her entrance, my knot thick and lodged inside of her so none of my seed could escape.

The aftershock of my release was like a bucket of ice water being poured onto my head, shocking me the rest of the way out of my feral state to the reality that I had taken Leija as mine.

I'd knotted her.

I'd bred her.

I looked down at the top of her head, lifting my upper body up enough to see the arch of her back, the small sweat beading there, the way the thickest of my strands was under her hips, holding them up at an angle to best receive me. The smell of our combined desire was thick in the air. I could taste the sweet nectar of her arousal as the tip of it still gently stroked the little nub in between her lower lips, petting her, coaxing her body to stay in that position so that my seed could slide even deeper into her, aided by gravity. The sight sent another shudder through me, and I felt another burst of seed leave me, my balls emptying to fill her as she lay positioned to take every last ounce of me.

I shouldn't be doing this.

My hand flexed on her hip, gripping her, holding her in the position pinned beneath me. I should pull out and drag her into the bathroom to try to wash my seed out of her. My mind raced through the worst-case scenarios in the sudden flash of fear and fury. She had enticed me when I was most susceptible.

Was this a trap?

My mind ran back over the events, seeing them again from the cooler clarity of my more lucid, yet panicked, state.

Had she enticed me, deliberately waiting until I was maddened by the blood lust so she could steal my seed? But she was under me, in a position where she had no control or power over what happened. I had taken her, deliberately, forcefully. She hadn't tried to seduce me; she had just tried to take care of me. Every step forward was taken by me, and the fact that I had come on to her with such a focused intent while I was lost in bloodlust was unheard of. I'd treated her like she was another predator I had chosen for a mate.

Was this some scheme, some plot by my parents to get the heir from me that I had refused to provide? But how could that be? She wasn't the one they wanted me to marry. She was a preyspecies. They wouldn't have planned something like this; they wouldn't have thought it was even possible. They would have assumed I would kill her rather than mate with her. They would be furious if I bred an illegal prey species, not delighted. She couldn't have been hired by them.

Another, different wave of fear rushed through me, shifting my thoughts away from the improbable scenario of her possible deviousness.

I'd just put her in danger.

As long as she had no rights, she had no protection from my parents.

The desire to protect hit me like a sledgehammer, an instinct so natural it had only been slightly held back by my post-nut existential terror.