Page 53 of Claimed By the Vykan

His skin was the same faintly luminous blue she’d glimpsed before—smooth, unmarred, mesmerizing. Muscles sculpted in a way human anatomy simply could not imitate. Stronger, moreintricate, more deliberate. A body built for war, for protection, for endurance.

And somehow—unexpectedly—beautiful.

He had kept all of this hidden away behind armor and authority and fear. But here, now, he let her see it.

“Oh, Kyrax…” she whispered.

Her fingers traced the line of his torso, sliding over warm skin, tracing the surreal symmetry of muscles shaped by a different evolution, a different world. His breath rasped in a way that made heat coil low in her belly.

“Careful, human,” he murmured, voice rough.

“You really don’t have to hold on like this,” she said softly. “It’s driving you mad.”

“It is nothing.”

“Liar. I can feel it now, remember?”

His silence confirmed it.

Somehow emboldened—by fear or desire or the bond itself—she reached lower, pulling lightly at the fabric of his trousers.

He caught her wrist for a moment, as if to stop her.

Then he let go.

“No,” he murmured. “Not yet.”

She shook her head. “No. I insist. You don’t have to remove your mask, but you can do this. I say so.”

A low sound rumbled from deep within his chest—half frustration, half surrender.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the massive bed draped in shimmering black silk. She felt the shift in the air, the low hum of his chamber responding to him. She didn’t know what he did, but the remaining armor vanished from his body with a soft metallic glide, dissolving into the floor as though the stone had swallowed it.

And then?—

She saw him.

All of him, except his face.

Powerful.

Magnificent.

Shaped like a god from another universe.

The faint glow of the chamber lights gilded his form in a soft, surreal sheen, every contour shifting with breath and restrained force. Her mouth went dry, her pulse stumbling.

And she wanted him.

It was then that she saw it…

His cock.

It was massive, with subtle textured protrusions that hinted at alien pleasure, practicallystudded.

Oh, my god.

Morgan went very still, unable to tear her eyes away. It was as if it had been made solely for the purpose of causing her pleasure.