Page 17 of A Mate for Vasek (Tallean Mercenaries #11)

Vasek

Vasek gritted his teeth as he pulled himself up onto the branch where he’d secured their tent. The last few minutes had been absolute torture, and he wasn’t sure he’d survive the next few hours trapped in a small space with Dawn.

He was surprised how quickly the olfactinull had exited his system after they’d left his shuttle. But to be fair, he wasn’t sure any amount of scent-deadening chemical would be effective when they were smashed front-to-front and she was smelling like lust itself.

It was hard enough keeping his focus, but trying to stay on that Star-cursed tree had been near impossible with how hard his cock had gotten. He wondered how the fuck he was still standing when all the blood in his body was in his crotch.

If Dawn had missed his very obvious reaction to their closeness while they were still climbing, she’d see his erection now.

Safe on the branch, he carefully released her, and she slid down his body, with his legs still on either side of her.

He groaned when for a moment it seemed like the only thing holding her up on his body was his rock-hard cock wedged between her legs.

Their eyes met, and he was instantly lost in the brilliant green in them. He had to resist the sudden urge to bend his head and nuzzle her.

A rustling of leaves from below them reminded him that they were still being hunted, and while the stalker would never be able to reach them up here, it would stick around as long as it could see them.

As Vasek lowered Dawn into the arboreal tent that would be their home for the next light cycle, he was suddenly extremely aware that he had a very important choice to make. Back on the ship, he’d managed to grab the canister of olfactinull and toss it into his pack. But there wasn’t much left.

The plan was to use it to spray the trail leading from the shuttle to their hideout, in case the pirates were desperate enough to come after them. It would also encourage the stalker still lurking under the tree to leave. But he doubted there was enough to also spray their tent.

That would mean he’d have to endure on his own with Dawn in an enclosed space, smelling like the promise of heaven itself.

He'd never make it. That much he knew. But their immediate survival was more important. Not to mention, the irrational part of him he’d spent most of his life shoving away had already decided that he’d have Dawn one way or another.

He’d gotten to know her more during their trip over and found he enjoyed her company.

He hadn’t realized just how lonely his life had been.

Sure, he saw many different faces in his line of work, but they came quickly and often left in an equal hurry.

When was the last time he’d spent days with someone?

At first, when she pulled everything out of his supply cabinet, he had wondered if they’d made a big mistake. But every so often, he found himself looking at the piles she’d made on his floor and thinking, “Aha! So that’s where it went! I was looking for that.” There was a method to her madness.

He dropped down into the tent below and was immediately overwhelmed by the bouquet of her lust. It only got stronger after she closed the tent, zipping them in.

One look over at her was enough to make his decision.

The last sprays of the olfactinull would be used to protect them from danger, because he needed her now.

He reached for her, pulling her into his lap.

“Do not be scared. I will never hurt you.”

“I’m not scared. Not anymore.”

And she wasn’t because she was adjusting herself to straddle him, in much the same position she’d been in on the way up here.

“Not even of my fangs?” Vasek bent his head and dragged the tips of his fangs over the thin skin of her neck.

She inhaled sharply, and instead of fear, desire spilled from her. She arched, rubbing their bodies together.

Dawn was his! Vasek moved, lifting his hips and rolling Dawn onto the tent floor. He now regretted how thoroughly he’d dressed her earlier. The belt came off first, before he could pull the oversized top off her body. The shorts were so big on her that they came off easily too.

Dawn was helping now, her deft fingers making quick work of the fastening on his pants. His cock sprang out from its prison and into her hands, already hard. Once again, there was no fear. Just wanton need as she bent her head to lick the single drop of precum that gathered on the tip.

“Fuck!” The single word ripped from him like a snarl.

Vasek let her explore him with her hands, gritting his teeth, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of the tent. Her hands on him were wonderful, blissful torture. But he worried he would not last.

“Let me see you. All of you.”

He spread her out on the tent floor and took a moment to admire her full breasts, palming them before dipping his head and drawing a nipple between his lips. Dawn moaned, and the little nub pebbled under his tongue. Her hand slid under his tank top to knead his muscles.

He moved over to the second breast until he had twin peaks.

Her scent called to him, and he longed to taste her and feast from the source.

Replacing his mouth with a possessive palm, he cupped her breast, and he trailed kisses down her body.

The need to touch every part of her was so strong that he even recruited his enhanced hand, glad that it gave him just as much feedback as his biological limbs.

Too eager to wait for his mouth to get there, Dawn encouraged him lower, her fingers tangled in his hair. It made him as hard as a rock to know that she needed him so much. His cock hurt from how hard he was.

He covered her mound with his mouth, and when he did, her dull little nails dug into his scalp. He reached down with one hand and trailed a finger up her inner thigh toward that sweet little pussy.

“Yes!” she hissed, her hips rising to meet him. “More.”

Gone was the terrified female who’d shied away from him. It was so fucking hot how demanding she was, how needy she was for him.

He plunged two thick fingers into her wet channel and covered the top of her pussy with his mouth. Then he was fucking her, his fingers ramming in and out of her depths. It was the vibrations from the low, sustained growl that had her suddenly quiet, a scream caught in her throat.

Vasek growled again, this time following with several rapid flicks of his tongue over the sensitive little spot of pleasure he’d found above her entrance. The pulsing around his fingers was followed by a keening wail that signaled his triumph.

She whined at the loss when he pulled his fingers out to lick them clean.

“Please.” She pulled at him, encouraging him to cover her. “Don’t make me wait.”

“I will never make you wait for anything. You have all of me.”

But his pants were still on his legs, hindering his movement. He let out a frustrated growl and shoved them down before attempting to kick them off. The fabric caught on his claws, and he snarled.

The sudden fear that filled the tent was not the effect he wanted.

“Do not be frightened.” Stars, please do not let her change her mind; he would die right now if he couldn’t have her.

But it wasn’t his outburst that had frightened her.

“The tent.” She clutched at him, scared. “It’s swinging so much.”

“The tent is secure. We will not fall,” he reassured her, glad that he’d done the optional tie-downs by securing the tent to the large trunk as well. There was just enough movement to account for the swaying of the trees even in a storm, but that wasn’t nearly as wild as it could be otherwise.

He tried to kick his pants off again, and she whimpered as the tent swung harder.

“I will flip us. The tent will move less.” And those fucking pants wouldn’t be in the way.

He did just that, flipping them over so that she was on top, straddling him.

Stars, she was beautiful. Her hair formed a golden halo around her shoulders, and he wanted to worship her more than any goddess. Inspiration suddenly hit, and he pulled her down over his body and captured her lips with his.

Dawn

Vasek was kissing her human-style!

And holy hell, was he good with his tongue. She tasted herself on him, and it was a total turn-on. Heavy hands palmed her ass, his fingers kneading her flesh as he claimed her mouth.

She writhed against the hard cock that was trapped between their bodies, suddenly not caring if the tent was swinging or not.

When he had first flipped her, she felt for a moment that she was the one in control, but that illusion was quickly dashed. Vasek was so big and strong that if he wanted to, he could break her in half. But he was being so gentle, and trying so hard to keep the feral beast at bay.

Suddenly feeling brave, she reached back and gripped his cock, marveling at the velvety feel of the thick, rigid shaft.

The veins were so prominent that she could feel them under her fingertips.

Vasek’s hand was there too, lining them up.

Then his hands were on her hips, pressing her down to his broad, mushroom-shaped head.

She gasped at how big he felt and tried to slow down, but Vasek's hands on her hips were like a vise. Every movement only forced her down his hard length, stretching her open.

Vasek’s eyes were closed and his head tilted back. Mouth open and fangs on display, he panted like he was barely in control.

As the pinch of pain transformed into pleasure, she rocked her hips. The motion had her moaning. Then Vasek was lifting, but Dawn only had a moment of reprieve before he was slamming her back down on his cock. She let out a breathy scream.

A snarl escaped Vasek’s lips, and his hips jerked, thrusting into her hard.

She fell forward onto his chest, eyes wide at how full she was.

She wasn’t sure she could take any more.

But before she could recover, Vasek was fucking her, his restraint gone.

He pistoned up into her wildly, drawing scream after scream from her lips until there was nothing but blinding pleasure.

Vasek’s eyes were open now, and she found herself lost in the dark depths as the first wave crashed into her, turning her screams into sobs.

“Fuck. You feel so good around me. So fucking tight.”

He continued driving into her, and a vicious snarl filled the tent the moment before he seemed to grow even larger inside her.

He shifted and the change had him hitting something inside her that sent shockwaves of delight through her body.

Fully consumed by ecstasy, she crested, her body shaking and quivering so hard she wondered if she’d ever survive.

Vasek’s roar joined her scream, his hips jerking, as spurts of hot seed filled her.

Dawn was acutely aware that she’d collapsed on top of him, but when she tried to move, he wrapped his arms around her possessively, keeping her in place. She listened to their hearts beating together as the sounds of nature filled the tent.