Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
And then he met me. There’s a clear before and after for him. I can feel all the feelings associated with each. There’s long, cold darkness in the before. And the after? After meeting me?
Light. Joy. Fear, but only of losing me.
And happiness. Such a well of unbridled happiness that it washes through me like a wave.
And his pleasure. I feel that, too.
It’s a pressure in my center that also zings up and down my spine.
“Shak,” I cry as his ridge continues to drag against that spot inside me. “I feel you. I see you. How is this happening?”
He doesn’t answer me but I know it’s only because he can’t. I feel what he feels and God, I don’t know how he’s managed the restraint he has so far.
The need to fuck, to mate, is something beyond sanity.
He flips us so that my back is on the bed. For a moment, he looks down at me, his eyes glowing with golden fire from within.
I feel his indecision and don’t have the patience for it. I dig my nails into the skin of his back to drag him towards me. “Mate me fucking now.”
He does. Wilder now that he has my permission.
Was it only minutes ago that I thought him too big and too thick? Because now I need him deeper. Harder. Rougher.
“Goddammit, I said mate me,” I yell. “Fucking harder!”
I wrap my legs around him and fuck him helplessly. Not enough. It’s not enough. Mmm. Oh God, there it is. I can feel it. Just out of reach.
Shak’s lips crash down onto mine as he continues pumping in and out and then ruthlessly back in again, lighting up my G spot.
And then he reaches down between us. I feel his desire to please me. He wants it so badly, as much as he wants to cum himself.
He strums at my clit and the contractions of pleasure start deep in my womb and then spasm outward, from G-spot to clit and then back again in the most earth-shattering orgasm.
But then it turns out I don’t even know earth shattering.
Because right then, Shak starts to cum, too.
And if I thought I felt him before, it’s nothing to the out of body experience that comes over me when his cum pulses out and coats my inner walls.
I glimpse it all. Universes and galaxies beyond my own. A planet that is lush and green. Wildflowers in spring. And then the cold. So much cold as winter comes and never leaves. As the sun goes dark. As a planet dies with its sun.
All this combined with a mind-bending pleasure and Shak’s absolute certainty that he has found a new home.
With me.
Chapter Sixteen
Shak
I hold onto Juliet, both of us shuddering occasionally in the aftermath, her tremors of pleasure running through me and mine through her. I can’t be completely certain, but I think it went both ways this time. I think she felt me just like I feel her.
And being inside her, it went so much deeper. At the moment of climax, there was such a rush of emotions, I’m still reeling.
These human emotions…they are of a different intensity than the Draci kind. And feeling them through Juliet? I have no words.
But I cling to her tighter, terrified of moving.
After several more long moments, Juliet giggles and wiggles out of my arms. “We need to clean up. You should go take care of the condom.”
Oh. I had forgotten about that. I pull back and frown down at her.
“I do not understand such a device is meant to prevent pregnancy,” I say, finally slipping out of her moist, wet heat and examining the shredded pieces of rubber connected to the little band around my top shaft.
“Oh shit,” Juliet says, glancing down. “I ought to have known you’d be too much for my wimpy human condom.”
But then she drops her head back onto the pillow with a contented sigh. “I know I ought to be more concerned about this but you just fucked me into oblivion. Go take it off and throw it away and then get your cute ass back here.”
I do as she says, ridding myself of the shredded con dom in the bathroom. Cute ass? Is this a compliment or a critique?
I intend to ask, but when I return to the bed, Juliet is asleep, arm slung over her head, teats raised gloriously to the sky.
I want to mate her again. Immediately. My second penis is raring and ready to go.
But he will have to wait.
My goddess is sleeping. I slide into bed ever so gently, needing to touch her even if it is only while she sleeps.
I am too awake, too aware of her, the memories of our sex too vivid in my mind.
At least, so I think.
But after several minutes listening to her calm, even breaths, snuggled into her warm heat, warmer than I have ever been in my entire cold and frosty existence, I too am claimed by sleep.