Page 56 of Shielded in the Shadows

Rumbling, he slicked his fingers with the sweet-smelling lubrication I’d seen beading on those beautiful, thick, ridged cocks and rubbed his fingertips along my slit, painting me in clear blue liquid. Every touch left a trail of heat that began to tingle and then pulse in waves that matched my racing heart.

When he smoothed it gently on and around my clit, it felt like a lightning strike directly to that tiny bundle of nerves. My body convulsed and I wailed.

“Gods,” I cried out, yanking on his horns. “Please, Jarrix. Please.”

Growling, he plunged one finger into me, and I lost the ability to breathe.

Tingles raced through my core. My inner walls fluttered and squeezed. The tingling became heat, and the heat made me scream and scream.

He pumped his finger in and out of me as his mouth returned to my clit, and then he added a second finger, stretching me until the burn gave way to pure pleasure and they glided in and out with ease. I was fighting against his hold while simultaneously begging for more. He gave me everything I demanded without hesitation.

The prickling heat spread through my body, down my legs to my toes and through my insides all the way to my head until my scalp tingled. My nipples formed tight, almost painful points.

When Jarrix moved up my body and drew one nipple into his mouth, rolling and pinching it between his lips as his fingers plunged in and out of me, all the competing sensations sent me careening wildly toward my climax.

“Jarrix.” I nearly sobbed the word. “So close.”

He released my nipple with a wet pop and scraped his fang over the tip, making me writhe. His free hand gripped the back of my neck in a way that shouldn’t have heightened every sensation tenfold but did, because it grounded me and reminded me he’d sworn to keep me safe.

“I know,” he grated. “And I want to see you let go and come for your mate.”

His thumb swirled around my clit as his fingers worked their magic inside me, and I was rising, and rising, and crying out…

And with a scream, I flew apart in my mate’s embrace, squeezing his fingers inside me while he held me to his hot, rumbling chest.

My entire body climaxed, or so it seemed: the heat, my muscles tightening and releasing in waves, and the intense pleasure formed a vortex so strong I fell into it. My vision turned dark, and the soft sounds of the arboretum and the rumbling in Jarrix’s chest faded away, replacing by the roar in my ears.

I might have been thrashing, or maybe I was slumped boneless in his arms—I had no idea. All I knew was Jarrix had given me the best orgasm of my life, and for the first time in a very, very long time I didn’t care where I was or who was hunting me or even who I was because Jarrix had me in his arms.

I felt safe.

When awareness returned, I found myself lying on Jarrix’s heaving, rumbling chest with his hands on my hips and his cocks trapped and leaking between us.

I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees and pressed kisses from his hard pectorals to the muscles in his abdomen.

“Keela,” he said, his hand cupping the back of my neck. His eyes gleamed. “Please put your hands on me.”

I licked his nipple, twirling my tongue around the bar piercing that had been such a temptation since our first sparring session. As he moaned, I slid my hand down his stomach, over all that gorgeous, hot, dark gray skin and muscle toward something even more tempting.

He shuddered hard before my fingers found his upper cock, as if even the anticipation of my touch might be too much for him to bear.

And when my hand wrapped around him—or tried to, because his upper cock was so thick—his back arched and he made a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan.

“Mate,” he rasped. “Take me. I am yours.”

I kissed him deeply, swallowing his moans as I stroked him and explored all the textures of his piercings and the raised ridges that ringed his cock.

On the head of his upper cock, he had a curved vertical piercing with balls at each end that promised delicious stimulation. The sweet lubrication made him slick. My hand glided over his blazingly hot flesh, from the wide head to the swelling near the base that made my pussy clench in anticipation.

“What is this?” I murmured against his lips, giving the swelling a gentle squeeze that made his next inhalation a ragged gasp.

“My knot,” he grated out, his hand tightening on my ass. Another tingling rush of electricity ran through me from where his fingers pressed into my flesh. “It will expand inside you and lock us together when we mate.”

I reared back. “It will get bigger?”

His hand tightened on my neck and drew my mouth back down to his. “Much,” he rumbled, and my entire body trembled with a dizzying mix of trepidation and arousal. “Your sweet cunt will take it so well, my mate. My lubrication will ensure it. And you will come so hard when you do.”

Jarrix sucked gently on my lower lip and then released it. His eyes reflected the glow of the nebula outside the window above us. “I will never hurt you, Keela. My body was made to fit to yours.”