Page 20 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)
She thrust back against him, letting the first few inches press against her and work their way inside, but sticking at her outer limits. She spread her knees farther apart, bowing down, and hissing in discomfort as her fingers rubbed more frantically at the apex of her pussy.
“Fuck me. Make me yours,” she breathed out. “Not just any Queen, your Queen. Not just anyone, your Abi.”
“And call me yours,” He rasped, letting his rough tongue drag across her neck before his teeth clamped down, tight enough to hold and mark, not enough to break the skin.
To his surprise, she let out a blissful moan and went limp against him, letting his careful pressure turn into something forceful by default as her resistance dropped. He slid in, senses tingling at her single, breathy scream as his crown slid home and several inches followed.
IT HURT FOR A SECOND , like being a virgin again, and tears pricked her eyes, not from pain, but because she had a second start.
Brent hadn’t loved her. Marcus didn’t love her, either, but he wanted her.
Wanted to be with her . He marked her, teeth and cock, and even if he didn’t realize it, he’d marked her heart and soul, too.
“Keep playing with your pussy, and when you get close again, we’ll start moving,” Marcus purred against her skin, turning his cock into a giant vibrator. His paw slipped under her belly and moved with her, working together to push her from pain to pleasure.
To her surprise, she was the one who started moving, feeling an arc of pleasure deep inside from a place that she hadn’t known existed. Her body rocked back and forth with short, see-sawing motions until Marcus began to join her.
“Mrcus. Marcus, fuck! Fuck me, like that, just like that!” she cried, not knowing how to explain in the moment that being so full made everything better, that there was some spot deep inside that even tails or digits couldn’t dominate like the hard, thick length of his cock.
Marcus pulled her back to the edge of the bed so that her face was smashed into the side of the mattress and her hips were held up high, tight in his grasp, as his hips started to pummel hers. She was helpless, bouncing, swaying, and utterly adoring it.
“I can feel you squeezing on me,” he groaned, the lust in his voice evident and gratifying.
“Nothing else to do. You’re huge,” she panted.
“Want you to squirt,” Marcus grunted.
Abigail lifted her head. “What?”
In answer, Marcus planted his paws in her back and held his cock in and down. Her pussy spasmed as it felt like someone was buzzing against her clit from the inside. Her nerves felt like they were live wires, all sparkles and danger.
Felt like she had to—
“Let go and let it out. I want you to feel you come all over me, precious,” Marcus hissed, his cock twitching inside of her, tormenting that spot.
Was he asking her to pee on him? Surely not. Was there something she’d been missing?
“Relax and listen to your doctor. Trust him. When you feel like you can’t hold in the pleasure anymore, push out and down when you come. No man has ever made you spray him before, has he? Or soak him?”
“I think maybe that’s only a Felid thing,” she protested faintly.
“Not at all. Just no one else has ever treated this pussy like it wants—and as long as I’m alive, I hope no one else ever will. I want it to be mine, Abi. I want to be yours. Don’t you want to mark me, little mate?”
Oh, well, if he was going to play dirty like that... Talking about being his only one. Being his mate. Using that giant cock in combination with his purring.
“Ughh!” She felt something snap in her, and a flood of hot, cloudy juice soaked her thighs and Marcus’ fur. Instead of seeming appalled, he groaned, roared, and threw his head back and his hips forward.
High from her first-ever “spraying” orgasm, she felt Marcus shift once more, and a delightful row of nubs rubbed her insides.
He’s in me. We did it! We’re in enough to make this work!
“Oh.” Marcus’ voice came out in a broken gasp. “Abi, I didn’t think—”
“It’s okay, just a lot,” she whispered back.
“Um. It’s going to get worse.”
“Not worse. Just more.” Abi’s eyes widened even as she made the sweet remark.
Marcus was swelling inside of her—stretching her, and she could feel his tip rubbing against her cervix in certain positions.
Normally, that might have been painful, but right now, it was erotic.
She visualized his thick streams of cum moving directly into her and clamped all her muscles down, milking his rod—and setting her off another orgasmic ripple in her own body.
“How long are we going to be clamped together like this?” she asked.
Marcus didn’t answer. His cock was jerking viciously inside of her, his cum pouring out—only it had no exit. It pooled into her pussy and was plugged up tight by his swelling rings of spines.
Marcus wrapped his arm around her middle and put his free paw on the bed, rolling them together to the side until he spooned behind her. “Long enough for me to thank you for one of the best nights of my life.”
“The very best night of mine,” Abi returned.
The only thing that would make it better would be if he loved me.
Don’t be greedy. You’re always so greedy; you just masked it well on Sapien-Three, where greed wasn’t an option in the middle of surviving.
Marcus ran a hand over her middle, which was swelling out, full of his cum. “I suppose it’s good practice for how you might look in a few months, hmm?”
“Puffy.”
“I love it. I loved tonight. You are amazing, My Queen.”
Abigail snuggled back into his arms, aching and deliciously sated, even though her body was still spasming and throbbing on the hardness inside of her, promising that she could work herself to more orgasms quite easily.
My Queen was not a declaration of love, but it didn’t have to be. She was his, and that would have to be enough.