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I swallowed, once again feeling the pressure of his palm against my bobbing throat and tiny bursts of pleasure ignited everywhere we touched.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he leaned over my shoulder and whispered, “Tell me that after you come.”

My eyes flew wide as his hand fell from my throat.

Freed of his hold, I tipped my head forward and watched his fingers working against me—inside of me.

He flicked my clit while his other hand continued to plunder my pussy. The pace grew frenzied, wet fingers filling me and withdrawing. His bicep flexed against me, and I felt him everywhere—behind me, inside of me, next to me as his ragged breath filled my ears. He moved his hips, griding his cock against my ass.

My body tensed and pants grew thready as I watched his fingers move toward my clit. He flicked and rubbed that ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves hidden between my folds.

Every nerve ending inside of me coiled. My legs shook as my core clenched and clit throbbed.

“I’ll have that scream now.” His words were a growl against my ear as I watched him push inside me, to the last knuckle, and felt his fingers curl.

Lungs seizing, my breath stalled in my throat.

At the same moment he stroked my clit, his other fingers hit that magic spot deep inside of me.

A scream tore out of me, so loud and long my throat burned. Every muscle pulled taut. My feet flexed. “Stars, yes!” I ground against his hand, felt my orgasm gushing over his fingers.

Waves of pleasure rolled in like a relentless tide, crashing against my senses over and over. White noise filled my ears. Bright lights flashed behind my eyelids like the lifespan of a planet, waking and dying and being reborn.

“Your pussy feels so good. So tight and hot. I bet you taste even better.” With one wide hand splayed over my stomach, Thrash pulled his other hand free, fingers soaking wet with my arousal. “This is another way to know you are my mate.” I heard the smile in his voice as he brought his fingers to his lips.

My eyes went wide.

“Your cum will be the best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.” He shoved his fingers in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck me,” I groaned and twisted to watch.

“That’s the plan,” Thrash said and resumed licking and sucking his fingers like they were popsicles. “Amazing. You taste better than Elfusian sugar grapes.”

The sight of his tongue tracing his fingers wet with my juices sent my insides spiraling into erotic chaos. I fisted my hands on his pants, balling the rough material against my palms.

“I…I want to taste you.” I sounded so damn breathless. Probably because I was. My lungs felt as if they were filled with something lighter and fizzier than oxygen. Seated in the muscularVof Thrash’s thighs, I twisted further at the waist, trying to look at the thick erection pressed against my back, still hidden inside his pants. That didn’t seem fair.

A smile of pure, wicked delight bent one corner of his lips. “Better than butterscotch.”

He knew butterscotch was my weakness. “Liar,” I challenged.

His eyes narrowed and smile grew. Devious dimples pressed into his cheeks.

Uh oh.A moment of warning rattled in my brain. I tensed to move.

Suddenly, he had one hand under my butt and the other on the back of my neck. “I’ll grant your wish, but I want to taste more of you.”

“What—” I squealed as he pushed me forward and flipped me onto my back. The hard-packed dirt and gravel shifted beneath my weight. Tiny spikes of pressure pushed against what remained of my shirt and pants.

I’d never dreamed of allowing myself to be so utterly dominated, but I didn’t fight this, and damn did it feel good. Thrash was different—special. Deep down I’d known that from the moment I laid eyes on all six-feet-four muscled-inches of him. That’s why when capitulation came, it was easy to give in. I wanted to surrender, and I willingly handed over control. That alone told me I was already in too deep…and I didn’t care.

As Thrash got to his feet, my gaze traveled up his body, locking onto the ridge behind his pants and the motion of his deft fingers unhooking the fasteners at his waist.

Shoving off his pants and undergarments, he stood over me gloriously naked. Every inch of him—every inch of him—was on mouth-watering display. His stiff cock jutted forward, veins standing out over the thick shaft. A dot of precum dampened the head, brilliant against his sleek, obsidian skin. He took hold of himself and pumped. The moment he gripped his cock, the same otherworldly shades of flame that rushed beneath his flesh and illuminated his horns before things exploded, flared in swirling tattoos of color around his shaft.

My eyes went wide. “I like danger as much as the next terraformer, but I’m not sure I’m on board with putting explosives in my vagina.”

Thrash barked a laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this one. Myorehais my very essence, and it pulses with my emotions. Right now, it pulses for you.”