Page 58 of Shielded in the Shadows

“So good,” I managed to say as his tail teased my ass, the very tip slipping inside. “Move. You need to move, Jarrix.”

His grin showed his fangs. Twin drops of something leaked from the tips and landed on my chest. Warmth spread from where they landed.

“As my captain commands,” he said.

He began slowly, drawing back and thrusting in an even rhythm that matched the nudges of his tail. My ass welcomed his intrusion quickly, possibly because of his lubrication, or because all the sensations he was giving me felt so good that I wanted more of everything.

My cries, his groans, and the slick sounds of our bodies joining filled the arboretum. He hooked one of my legs over his arm, allowing him to go a little deeper. And when he moved something underneath me to change the angle of my hips and began stroking back and forth over my G-spot and my clit simultaneously, the climax that had been slowly building crescendoed with terrifying speed.

I wailed as I came, the sound some combination of his name and a plea to whatever gods or thread-spinning goddesses who might have played a role in causing our paths to cross.

And in the midst of my orgasm, Jarrix withdrew from me completely, pressed the broad head of his upper cock to my fluttering pussy, and pushed in.

My wail rose in pitch and volume, becoming a wordless scream of ecstasy as I stretched around his blazing hot shaft.

Like before, with every thrust he drove himself deeper, but this time his cock was so thick and that piercing rubbed my inner walls so perfectly that every movement made me shake and cry out. The burn and pleasure of the stretch was simultaneously too much and not enough because I wanted to feel all of him heating me from the inside.

His tail had slipped from me at some point and now his lower cock was rubbing against my ass, heating me there too until I felt like I was going to come out of my skin.

“Keela,” Jarrix said roughly, cupping my face with his hand to draw my attention. My eyes had fallen closed again.

I stared up at him, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire so far beyond anything I’d ever experienced that for several beats, I had no words.

He slowed his thrusts, his thumb stroking my lower lip with that electric touch that I was beginning to crave as much as the devotion in his gaze.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, and his tone was gentle despite the fierce hunger that possessed us both.

“I want both your cocks,” I said, my voice hoarse from screaming. I was trembling with my need to be full of him. “Give me both. And then give me your knot. I am temporarily sterile.”

“As am I, but you must be sure,” he said, still thrusting gently, still caressing my lip. “Everything is your choice. I want no regrets between us. My hearts could not take it if you ever looked at me with remorse or accusation in your eyes.”

I’d been so afraid of giving Jarrix power over me, of surrendering my autonomy to a male who would call me mate but treat me as less than he. And yet here he was again proving he valued my choices and needs over his own.

“This is my choice.” I hooked one of my legs around his hip and urged him closer, feeling the muscles of his ass flex as he thrust harder into me. Oh, gods, that felt so good. “I want your cocks,” I said, breathless with exertion and desire. “I want your knot. I want all of my mate. I want to be filled.”

He dipped his head and grazed his fangs very carefully along the side of my neck, sending a shiver through my entire body. “And perhaps someday…” he murmured, his lips against my ear. “I feel the urge to bite you, and today my fangs have produced a new fluid that is not venom. But we need not do that yet, until we know what its purpose is.”

“Yes,” I gasped as he rocked inside me. “Bite later. Cocks and knot now.”

With a ragged laugh, he kissed my forehead. “As my mate commands.”

He withdrew slowly from me until his upper cock slid free. Suddenly empty, I made a sound that was almost a whine of complaint, making him chuckle again.

And then he was lining up his lower cock against my ass, nestling the curved, tapered head against the opening until hot liquid dripped inside me. My entire body pulsed like a star going nova and I cried out his name.

“Eyes on me, lovely,” he reminded me, and pressed inside.

Slowly, inexorably, and deliciously, he claimed my ass, his slick, hot shaft gliding easily despite his size. I felt no pain, not even discomfort. Only pleasure and the sensation of being wonderfully full in a way no other lover had come close to achieving. The ridges and that perfectly placed piercing felt even better in my ass, igniting a symphony of nerves I’d never known I had.

He watched me writhe under him, his thumb circling my clit almost lazily as he filled me. “Beautiful,” he murmured, trailing the claws of his other hand lightly over my upper body to bring out goosebumps all over my flesh. “No nebula can compete with your loveliness, my mate. No star cluster shines as brightly as you.”

He rocked inside me, back and forth, in and out, with shallow thrusts and then deeper ones, ensuring I was ready for more. Then he withdrew his lower cock completely, notched his upper cock once again at my pussy, and pushed in until his lower cock rubbed against my ass.

Lost in a tide of pure sensation, I watched him watching me, my eyes half-lidded. Gods, he was gorgeous. And he was mine.

“Ready?” he asked, his hands on my hips. His thumbs stroked the insides of my thighs, gliding over our combined slickness.

My voice was breathy but firm when I said, “Yes.”