Page 18 of Bred By Zyros (The Solar Breeding Agency #2)

He lifts a length of the same vine that lights the jungle canopy and the inside of his caves, and I watch with needy, rapt attention as he binds it around me.

Using his tail for support, I keep my hands high above my head, watching as he trusses my breasts up, my thighs, neck, and belly gleaming under the soft bluish purple lighting.

The vines, although in a much more subtle sense than the moon, mirror its pulsing.

I watch his throat bob with emotion, the significance of this far from lost on me.

A soft sob works into my throat as Zyros takes the remaining length, binding it around himself as best he can, working with a measured, practiced skill.

How could his people not think him worthy of this?

I gasp as he suddenly pulls the end of the vine taut, causing me to jerk forward, slamming into his chest, my paint smearing against him.

The tips of my blonde curls even dipped in vibrant blue.

So many things crowd my mind, but I can’t focus on a single one as our chests heave.

He looks at me like he’s waiting for something, waiting for anything, so I do the only thing that feels right…

however odd, I’m overwhelmed with the need to bite .

My teeth dig into his shoulder, and the ragged groan that leaves him tells me I made the right move. “My sssaryth, you do not understand—”

I nearly growl against him, sinking my teeth deeper, determined to leave a mark that will last. The smell of the incense grows thicker, making my mind fuzzier as I feel the hot length of him extrude from his slit.

I’m grinding against the thick, swollen part underneath me, my bare sex soaked as I rub furiously against him.

“There you go, my pretty little human. Take what you need from my cock.”

What I respond with is a bizarre mix between a sob and a moan.

Even with the alien drug in my system, I hadn’t felt a burning need this hot.

I finally pop free of him, admiring my bite as I loop my bound hands over his head for more leverage as I grind my clit on his slick length.

The action jerks his tail up as I struggle to hold on, letting me know we’re truly bound.

Every move I make moves him, and every limb of mine is connected to his.

The inside of my thighs is dripping with his arousal and mine.

The taste of his blood on my tongue only drives me deeper into my madness.

We are a tangled web of need and desperation.

Devotion.

My orgasm hits me so hard it robs the air from my lungs, his hiss filling my ear as I scream my release into the jungle, grinding so hard my thighs ache from the pressure.

It doesn’t take the edge off this burning throb; I need more.

“Your cock, breed me please. I need to feel you so deep,” I whimper.

“Are you begging, my Sssaryth?”

“Yes, yes, I’m begging, please, please ,” I gasp, grinding again. My arms are wrenched lower, harder into his shoulders as I’m lifted, losing track of which part of me is tied to what part of him. If I ever really knew.

The forked prehensile tip of him is narrow and a ruddy bright fuchsia, where the rest is heavy teal and emerald gradient base to tip. He presses it to my silt before he sinks in, groaning my name until he meets resistance. “My perfect Melody,” he hisses.

“Yes, more.”

I gasp as he jerks up into me, forcing me down until I’m at his swollen, pulsing knot.

So full I can feel the press of him everywhere.

“Pretty, pretty female,” he coos, his tongue snaking out to twist and tease at my nipples.

My body clenches as I try to squirm, try to force the swollen part in, whimpering when it won’t go any further. “Hush, female, I will help you.”

I’m wanton, desperate as another orgasm slams into me with his gentle, easy thrusts, his skilled tongue wreaking havoc on my reddened nipples. “Please, please, Zyros,” I beg him, not caring how ridiculous I sound or look. Right now, I’m beautiful, right now, to him, I’m everything, and he is too.

He always will be.

“Look up, my pretty mate,” he whispers. “She has blessed you, daughter of Vyloria. Moon of my own.”

His words rack around my skull, my eyes widening as I cant my head backward. The moon has lost its bursting color, and now it is swarming with emerald green and teal…just like him. “It looks like you,” I gasp, need making my voice shake.

“I will protect you, Melody. I will be worthy of this gift. Keep your eyes on the moon, my pretty female.”

And I do, my head back, moaning loudly as he fucks me, my small breasts heaving. He fucks into me until he tightens and swells deep inside, ruts until not an inch of my paint, arousal, and sweat-soaked skin hasn’t been lavished by his tongue.

“Forgive me,” he moans.

I scream, his deep hiss harmonizing with mine as he forces the swollen part inside me.

My body seizes in pain as I go still, agony ripe and unbridled when his fangs pierce my neck.

I cry out, struggling for a second, until his venom touches me.

My body unravels, heavy warmth flooding every inch of my bones, washing away the worst of the tearing pain until I’m a sobbing, broken puddle in his arms. I don’t even notice when his fangs leave my flushed skin.

“There you are, my beautiful sssaryth. You’re taking my knot so pretty, my poor little mate.

Your cunt will be so sore after I breed it. ”

I whimper, pleasure hitting me like a fist to the core, one punch after another. It’s euphoria, a blinding kind of bliss, his words blending from his language into mine as I’m lost to all of it as he fucks deeper inside me. “You’re so deep.” I groan as another wave of release hits me.

“You were made for me.” He assures.

I gasp as something deep swirls and then pinches, making me squirm as I come again. My muscles ache from the constant waves of release.

He hisses out a curse, his claws pricking my skin, but it feels amazing.

A forceful wave of heat blasts into me, starting from his bite and slamming toward my chest. It tightens, but everywhere else feels too good to care.

He hisses his guttural release, and I can feel it where he’s hooked deep into my womb, filling and pumping and rutting.

His seed fills my stomach and core, spilling out as I moan and whimper.

But my breath feels thin, my body is not responding to me anymore, and I just know I never want this to stop.

I never want to leave his side.

But there’s panic too. I can’t move. I can’t tell him.

The thundering crack of a storm fills the sky as cool droplets hit my burning flesh.

Something is happening, and that warm comforting heat in an instant grows too hot as I orgasm again, this one verging on painful.

I’m against him in his arms, I know that, but I can’t find him. I can’t cry out.

Rest daughter, your mate will care for you and then you him.

It’s whispered in my mind, but the voice isn’t my own.

I trust it either way, domtics later, everything goes black.