Page 57 of Shielded in the Shadows

It was a solemn vow in the midst of rushing, thunderous desire, and the sense of safety I’d felt when he held me while I climaxed returned to wash away my apprehension.

With a moan, I caressed his growing knot and teased one of his fangs with my tongue. On its razor-sharp tip, I tasted something smoky and sweet. His venom?

I must have spoken aloud, because he groaned, “That is…not my venom.”

Whatever it was, I liked its taste enough to lick off another drop. The rush of warmth reminded me of the effect of his lubrication, but more localized and far more intense.

My hand slid from his upper cock to the slightly smaller one below it. It had a similar curved piercing, but this one was on the underside of the head at its base, running vertically through the ridge. The head was more tapered and curved than his upper cock and there was no knot. My fingers still didn’t quite meet around the girth, though, and my pussy was clenching around its own emptiness as I envisioned taking first one and then the other of these beautiful cocks.

Jarrix rumbled, his back arching as I slid down his body and began stroking him in tandem. And when I kissed the head of his upper cock and drew its tip into my mouth, he let out something close to a roar.

He tasted so good: the sweetness of his lubrication combined with concentrated smokiness and a hint of something that reminded me of sun-warmed stone. I couldn’t take much of him into my mouth but he writhed under me as if I’d swallowed him whole.

And then his tail slid between my legs, gliding over my dripping pussy to gather up slickness before slipping just inside me to rub against my inner walls. I wailed around his cock in my mouth.

“Keela,” he ground out. His hand rested gently on my head until my lips released him. “My mate. Please, I can take no more. I need to be inside you.”

I crawled up his body and kissed him again. He tasted of me and I of him, and the combination was a better flavor than anything he’d served me at the table tonight.

“Then take me,” I murmured against his lips. “Show me how well you can please your captain.”

With a growl, he rolled us, bracing himself on his elbow above me as he replaced his tail with his fingers. I was soaking wet for him now, nearly shivering with arousal that consumed my entire body from my tingling scalp to my toes that were curling into the silks beneath us.

Jarrix had made this nest for us. The moment I’d seen it, I’d known every cushion, every swath of fabric, and every detail had been meticulously chosen and placed just so. No one had ever done anything like this for me. Nothing even came close.

Tonight wasn’t just about pleasure, though there’d been plenty of that so far and the gleam in Jarrix’s eyes promised much, much more. Nor was it just about him providing the kind of courtship he believed I deserved or me allowing him to serve me in ways I’d never been comfortable being served.

This was about forging a true bond and feeling how fulfilling it would be for both of us.

Looking up into his softly glowing gaze, I felt like a pitcher that had been nearly empty for as long as I could remember but was now being filled.

I reached up and cupped his face. He covered my hand with his and closed his eyes, focusing on my touch. I wasn’t cold, but he was so much warmer than me that it made me want him to cover me with his body until I was blazing too.

He pressed a kiss to my palm and guided my hands to his forearms. “Hold on tight, my beautiful mate. And keep your eyes on me.”

I gripped his arms and locked my gaze on his.

Slowly, he stroked the head of his lower cock through my folds, blending my arousal with his hot precum and electrifying lubrication, taking my desire and stoking it higher with every smooth glide.

And then he was pressing against my dripping pussy while his upper cock rested against my slit. I squeezed his arms as he braced himself on his hands on either side of me, my nails digging into his flesh.

He pressed into me, so hot and so big, and his groan blended with my cry. His wings unfurled, blocking my view of the plants and stars above us and reminding me just how enormous he was.

Enormous in all ways. My head fell back and my back arched.

“Keela,” he growled, stilling with just the head of his cock inside me. I writhed, wanting more. “Look at me, lovely.”

With a gasp, I opened my eyes. I didn’t remember closing them.

He rewarded me by rocking inside me, going deeper each time as the piercing and ridges on his heavy upper cock rubbed against my clit. I was so slick and his lubrication had prepared me enough that the stretch was pure pleasure.

“So perfect,” he groaned, his hips driving a little harder now, his ridged cocks stimulating every inch of my inner walls and my swollen clit. “You’re taking me so well, beautiful Keela. Hold me tighter. Let me feel your little claws in my skin.”

I dug my nails more deeply into his forearms and he rumbled deep in his chest. He felt so good inside me and against my slit. There were so many sensations I couldn’t begin to catalog them all.

And then the tip of his tail brushed against my ass, circling the tight hole, and I cried out, body spasming.

Jarrix was buried to the hilt now, his lower cock fully sheathed inside me and his knot pressed to my folds as his upper cock dripped precum onto my belly. Above me, his eyes were still fixed on mine. Maybe he was watching for any sign of discomfort or pain.