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WILLOW

K neeling before him, the cold floor beneath my knees contrasts sharply with the heat radiating from Raekon’s body.

My hands are still bound tightly behind my back with his necktie, the knot firm and unyielding.

The ball gag fills my mouth, muffling my whimpers as I stare up at him, trembling but eager.

His golden scales glint under the office lights, and the predatory gleam in his red eyes pins me in place.

"Do you want my cock, Ms. Christian?" Raekon’s voice is low, rough, and utterly commanding. His hand grips the bulge in his trousers, and my eyes water he gives it a deliberate squeeze.

I moan around the gag, the sound vibrating deep in my throat.

My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve lit up with anticipation.

I nod frantically, my gaze locked on his crotch.

Yes, yes, yes—I want it. I’ve wanted it since the first time I saw him, since the first time he looked at me like I was something he could devour.

Raekon slowly unfastens his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the room like a countdown.

He pushes down his trousers, then his boxers, and his cock springs free.

My eyes widen as I take in the sight of it—thick, alien, and undeniably predatory.

The heart-shaped head is surrounded by a ridge of flexible scales, and the raised ridge along the top of the shaft looks like it’s designed to ruin me in the best way possible.

"You want this?" he growls, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock and giving it a slow stroke.

I lunge forward, pressing my face against him. My lips brush the warm, smooth scales of his shaft, and I nuzzle into the softness of his balls, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his arousal. It’s earthy, musky, and entirely him. I moan again, the sound desperate and pleading.

Raekon’s free hand grips the buckle of the ball gag. With a quick motion, he undoes it and pulls the gag from my mouth. I gasp, my lips tingling as they regain their freedom. Without hesitation, I press my mouth to the underside of his cock, kissing it, worshipping it.

"Good girl," Raekon rasps, his voice trembling with barely restrained pleasure. His body tenses, and I can feel the power coiled in him, ready to be unleashed.

I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of him—salty, metallic, and utterly addictive. My tongue swirls around the ridge of scales, and the ridges undulate slightly. I press further, taking more of him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth.

Raekon’s hand tangles in my hair, guiding me gently but firmly. "That’s it," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. "Take it deeper."

I obey, letting him control the pace, my body humming with the thrill of submission. His cock fills my mouth, and I revel in the sensation of it pressing against the back of my throat. I blink up at him, my eyes teary but filled with determination.

Raekon’s brow ridges lower as he watches me, his expression a mix of lust and something softer, something almost tender. "You’re learning quickly," he says, his tone approving. "But we’re just getting started, little flower."

His hand tightens in my hair, and he pulls me back slightly, just enough to let me breathe before guiding me down again.

The rhythm he sets is firm and commanding, and I surrender to it completely.

This is what I’ve wanted, what I’ve craved—to be his, to belong to him in every way possible.

And as I kneel there, bound and obedient, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

"Enough," Raekon growls, his voice raw and strained, like he’s been holding back for too long.

The sound of his frustration sends makes me giddy.

He flicks his claws— how does he even do that?

—and the necktie binding my wrists falls away, slack and useless.

Before I can even think about rubbing the feeling back into my arms, his hands are on me, lifting me off the ground like I weigh nothing.

His mouth crashes into mine, and I swear the world tilts.

I gasp into the kiss, my body arching instinctively against his.

His tongue is demanding, insistent, and I melt into it, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders for balance.

His scales are smoother than I expected, warm and sleek under my fingers.

My leg hooks around his hip, and he adjusts me effortlessly, his cock sliding into me in one smooth, possessive motion.

"Raekon—" His name escapes me in a breathless moan, but he cuts me off with another kiss, deeper this time, rougher. His arm is hooked under my knee, pinning me against the wall, and he moves with a rhythm that’s both brutal and precise.

I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body trembling with every thrust.

I’ve never felt like this before—so completely consumed, so utterly owned.

His size, his strength, should terrify me, but instead, I feel…

safe. Protected. Like nothing in the world could touch me as long as he’s here.

His red eyes bore into mine, and I realize, with a start, that this isn’t just about lust for him.

There’s something else there, something darker, more intense.

He cares . About me. About everything. And it’s that care that makes him so gruff, so demanding.

"You think too much," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. His hand slides up to grip my throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to make my pulse race. He pushes me away from the wall, and I stumble slightly, caught off guard, but he doesn’t let me fall.

Instead, he guides me to the floor, his hands on my hips, forcing me onto my hands and knees.

"Raekon—" I start, but he doesn’t let me finish. His fingers dig into my hips, and he slams into me, harder than before, driving the air from my lungs. I cry out, my hands scrambling for purchase on the carpet as he sets a pace that leaves me breathless.

"Focus," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Feel me. Only me."

And I do. Every thrust, every movement, every sound he makes—it’s all I can think about. My body arches, my back pressing into his chest as he leans over me, his breath hot against my neck. His hand slides up my spine, tangling in my hair, pulling me back against him.

"Good girl," he murmurs, the words sending a thrill through me. "You’re mine, Willow. Say it."

"I’m yours," I gasp. "Yours, Raekon— yours ."

His climax hits me like a tidal wave, and I can feel it—every pulse, every throb of his cock inside me, like a vibration that sets every nerve in my body alight.

My own orgasm crashes into me, hard and relentless, and I’m screaming, writhing, clawing at the carpet beneath us as pleasure overtakes me.

And then—sharp teeth sink into my shoulder, not enough to break skin but enough to claim me, to mark me as his.

The pain melds with the pleasure, a delicious, intoxicating mix that I never want to end.

“ Mine ,” Raekon growls against my skin, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down my spine.

His arms tighten around me, holding me in place as his thrusts grow faster, more desperate.

I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel him—every inch of him, every movement, every sound he makes.

We collapse onto our sides, but neither of us stops. My body moves in sync with his, driven by some primal instinct I didn’t know I had. His hands roam over my skin, possessive and demanding, and I press back against him, urging him on, needing more.

“Raekon,” I gasp, my voice trembling, “please?—”

“You’re mine, Willow,” he murmurs. His rhythm falters for a moment, and then he’s gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him with a force that makes me cry out. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” I whimper, the words spilling from my lips without hesitation. “Yours."

He growls, low and deep, and I can feel it in my chest, in my bones.

His thrusts grow erratic, desperate, the tension building in him, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps.

He buries himself deep inside me, his cock throbbing as he spills into me, and I’m right there with him, my body convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure.

He holds me close, his arms wrapping around me in a way that feels almost protective. My body trembles in his grasp, overwhelmed and spent, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he nuzzles into the crook of my neck, his lips brushing against the mark he left there, and a low, rumbling purr escapes him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice soft, almost tender.

His hand strokes my arm, and I lean into his touch, too exhausted to do anything else.

His purr grows louder, a soothing rumble that feels almost…

affectionate. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the warmth of his embrace, and for the first time in a long time, I feel safe. Perfectly, completely safe.

I trace the ridges of his scales with my fingers, the texture smooth and warm under my touch.

Raekon’s heartbeat slows beneath me, the steady rhythm grounding me in the aftermath of what just happened.

The office is quiet now, the only sound his deep, even breathing and the occasional hum of the building’s HVAC system.

My head rests on his bicep, and I find myself marveling at how perfectly my body fits against his, even with the size difference.

I’m small, delicate, and vulnerable—and he’s…

well, he’s Raekon. Massive, alien, and utterly in control.

“I can feel the tension growing in your body,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleepiness. His hand moves to my hip, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that makes me shiver. “And I can taste your fear. What’s wrong?”

I swallow, my throat dry. I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to ruin this moment, but the question burns in my chest, demanding an answer. “Raekon, what are we?” I say, cringing at how cliché it sounds. But it’s the only way I can think to ask it.

He’s silent for a long time, and the longer he takes to answer, the tighter the knot in my stomach grows.

I feel exposed, vulnerable, like I’ve just handed him the power to crush me if he chooses to.

But then he shifts, pressing his lips to the back of my neck in a gesture that feels almost tender.

His hand slides up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple in a way that makes me shudder.

“When I first met you, I wanted to claim you,” he says, his breath warm against my skin. “At first, I thought perhaps it was simple desire. Now, however, I feel you may be my Jalshagar.”

I freeze, my fingers stilling against his scales. “Your what?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is that like an alien word for girlfriend?”

He hesitates, the tension in his body, the way he’s choosing his words carefully. “Yes,” he says finally. “Close enough.”

I don’t push. Not yet. I don’t want to ruin this moment, not when his touch is so sure, so possessive, and so intoxicating.

His hand moves lower, his fingers teasing at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I bite back a moan.

But the question lingers in my mind, a small, nagging doubt that refuses to be ignored.

“Raekon,” I start, but he cuts me off with a growl, his hand tightening on my thigh.

“Enough questions,” he says, his voice firm but not unkind. He shifts, rolling me onto my back so he’s hovering over me, his red eyes locking onto mine. “You’re mine, Willow. That’s all you need to know right now.”

I open my mouth to argue, but he silences me with a kiss, his lips claiming mine with a fierceness that leaves no room for doubt. His hands roam over my body, his touch possessive and demanding, and I melt into it. Maybe I don’t need answers. Maybe, for now, this is enough.