Page 13 of Devil’s Night (Vinduthi Captured Mates #7)

NICOLE

T he steam of the shower enveloped us, the water cascading over our bodies like a tropical downpour. Sargon’s hands moved with unexpected deftness, soaping me up, tracing my curves with an artist’s precision. I felt cherished, worshiped, even as my heart raced with the anticipation of what was to come.

As he washed my hair, he massaged my scalp, the sensation sending tingles down my body. I closed my eyes, indulging in the feeling, the intimacy of the moment. When I finally dared to look down, my breath hitched.

Long and thick, the skin was a deep rich grey, a few shades darker than that of his skin. Soft flanges ran down the length of the shaft, and the thick triangular head glistened with a bead of excitement that made my own body respond with a surge of wet heat.

“Do you want to touch it?” The hunger in Sargon’s voice nearly knocked me off my feet.

My hand trembled as I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the girth of him. The soft flanges along his shaft pulsed under my touch, and I stroked him hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence as I watched his face contort with pleasure.

“Careful, ,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m not made of stone.”

He captured my hand, stilling my movements, and for a moment, we stood there, our breaths mingling with the steam, desire almost visible in the air. Then he was washing me again, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

He turned me around, and I moaned as his soapy hands cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples into hard peaks. I arched into his touch, lost in the pleasure he was so skillfully coaxing from me. One hand slid between my thighs, teasing my entrance before plunging inside, stretching me, preparing me.

The world narrowed to the sensation of Sargon’s fingers inside me, his other hand squeezing my breast, rough yet tender. His kisses trailed along my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, each nip sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“You’re mine, ,” he demanded, lips against my throat, voice thick with desire. “Every part of you belongs to me.”

I couldn’t form words, could barely think as he claimed me with his hands, his mouth, his body. I was his – completely, utterly his, and the knowledge of that sent me spiraling towards release.

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice echoing off the shower walls. “Yours, Sargon. Only yours.”

His fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made my vision blur. “Come for me, ,” he commanded, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me feel you come on my fingers.”

And I did, the orgasm ripping through me with a force that left me trembling, my legs threatening to give out. But Sargon was there, his strong arms holding me up, his fingers still working their magic, drawing out my pleasure until I was a boneless, quivering mess in his arms.

“Again,” he said, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within me. “I want to feel you come again.”

I barely had a moment before he was coaxing another orgasm from me, pumping in and out, his thumb circling my clit. His lips and teeth continued their assault on my neck, my shoulder, the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“Sargon,” I gasped, my hands clutching at his arms, my nails digging into his skin. “I can’t, it’s too much.”

“You can,” he insisted, his voice firm, dominant. “You will, for me.”

And I did, the pleasure building inside me until I couldn’t contain it any longer, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me, leaving me panting and spent.

“Please, Sargon, I need you inside me,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with desire.

“You should rest,” he murmured, but I could hear the lie in his voice. He wanted this as much as I did.

I turned to face him, my eyes flashing with defiance. “You promised to break me, Sargon.”

With one swift motion, he spun me around and lifted me up, my back pressing against the cool tiles of the shower. This was no longer the tender lovemaking from before; this was raw, unrestrained lust, a primal claiming that left no room for gentleness.

“Say it, ,” he demanded as he positioned himself at my entrance. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Sargon,” I cried as he thrust into me, the sheer size of him stretching me to my limits. My legs wrapped around his waist, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into me with a ferocity that should have frightened me, but instead only made me crave more.

“You’re my mate,” he insisted, a savage snarl that sent a thrill of desire straight to my core. “Say it.”

“I’m your mate,” I managed to say, the words barely more than a moan as another orgasm tore through me. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, every thrust of his hips driving me higher, every stroke of his cock sending me spiraling closer to the edge.

He came with a roar, shuddering as he filled me with his seed, the sensation triggering yet another climax from me. We clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and water, our breaths mingling as we rode out the aftershocks of our passion.

Finally, we sank to the shower floor, our limbs entwined, our hearts beating in tandem. The water continued to rain down on us, a gentle cascade that echoed the peace that had settled over us.

“I think I need to get clean again,” I joked, my cheeks flushing as I looked up at Sargon through my lashes. “Alone this time.”

He growled low in his throat, the rumbling sound a promise of future delights. “If that’s what you wish.” His red eyes glinted with amusement as he stepped out of the shower, water sluicing off his muscular gray form.

I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on his body, the swirling orange markings that decorated his skin like living tattoos. The horns that swept back from his temples only added to his dangerous, alien allure.

Tearing my eyes away, I turned the water back on, letting the heat soothe my aching muscles. As I lathered up, I could feel Sargon’s gaze, intense and possessive. It made me flush all over again, my skin tingling with awareness.

When I was finally rinsed clean, Sargon leaned over and flipped a switch on the wall. The water cut off abruptly, and warm air began to circulate, drying me with gentle currents. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the sensation.

Strong arms encircled me from behind, and I leaned back against Sargon’s solid chest. He nuzzled my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin.

“You smell divine,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating against my back.

I twisted in his embrace to face him, my hands resting on the hard planes of his abdomen. “You don’t seem to mind getting dirty again.”

His mouth quirked in a wolfish grin, those pointed canines flashing. “For you? Never.”

Then his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding, his tongue plundering my depths. I melted against him, my fingers sliding into the damp hair at the nape of his neck. This was no tender exploration – it was a claiming, Sargon staking his possession with every brush of his lips, every rasp of his calloused hands over my skin.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard. Sargon scooped me up in his arms as easily as if I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest. I couldn’t resist nuzzling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his earthy, masculine scent.

He carried me over to the bed and gently deposited me on the soft sheets. I shivered, suddenly aware of my nudity in the cooler air. But Sargon was there in an instant, wrapping me in the plushest, deepest blue robe I had ever seen. The material was thick and soft, caressing my skin like a lover’s touch.

As I burrowed into the luxurious warmth, Sargon settled onto the bed beside me, his expression uncharacteristically serious. A tendril of worry snaked through me. What did he want to talk about? Had I done something wrong?

“.” My name rolled off his tongue carefully, tenderly. “There is something you must understand about my people.”

I tensed, my heart giving a hard thump against my ribs. Was he going to tell me this – whatever it was between us – couldn’t continue? The thought made my chest ache fiercely.

Sargon must have sensed my sudden anxiety. He reached out, his large gray hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips in a soothing gesture. “Peace, little one. I mean you no distress.”

I leaned into his touch, trying to relax.”What is it?” I asked, carefully, afraid to hear the answer.

“The Vinduthi “ He paused to weigh his words carefully. “We are not like your kind. Our emotions, our instincts, run deeper. More primal.”

His gaze burned into me, intense and unblinking. “When we take a mate, it is for life. There is no going back from that bond once it is forged.”

The world came to a stop.

A lifetime commitment? To me, a human he barely knew? It should have terrified me, but instead, a peculiar sense of rightness stole over me.

“Are you saying…?” I couldn’t finish the question, hardly daring to hope.

Sargon leaned in until our foreheads were nearly touching. His proximity was dizzying, that heady, musky scent surrounding me.

“I’m saying that you are mine, Carter,” he growled, the words sending a shiver of anticipation through me. “And I am yours. If you’ll have me.”

There was no decision to make, not really. From the moment I’d laid eyes on this fierce alien man, I had been lost. Pulling him to me, I sealed my mouth over his in a passionate kiss.

“Yes,” I breathed against his lips when we finally parted. “Always yes.”