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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

~Arcay~

I CLUNG TO the back of Clay’s seat as we flew back towards the ship. My hands had found their way there when we had tumbled towards the surface of my planet in a death spiral, and I had not been able to prise my fingers loose since. It was not from fear, of course. The turbulence just turned my stomach. That was the only reason I gripped on so tightly. Clay was unaffected, so I kept my mouth tightly closed and let him enjoy himself.

“This is incredible,” Clay said. “I’ve never flown anything like this before.”

I smiled despite my churning stomach. He was happy, so I was too.

He flew us back to the ship and landed smoothly in the hangar. Now that we were on solid ground again, I managed to peel my fingers off his chair. I sagged against the wall of the craft, breathing deeply and attempting to hold my stomach in place with sheer willpower alone.

He twisted in his seat, beaming.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Shit, that was amazing, Kay.” He laughed, leaned over the chair, and threw his arms around me, still buzzing. “Thank you.”

Even though my stomach was trying to roll up my throat, I melted at his touch. As I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, warmth and relief washed through me. Thank the stars this had gone well. I had a lot to make up for, and this was a small gesture, but it was a start. And I would keep on attempting to make it up to him for the rest of my life.

I buried my face into the top of his hair and inhaled. He smelt so good. We stayed that way for a few moments, and when he let go his face was flushed. He cleared his throat and then examined me.

“Are you ok?” he asked. “You don’t look very well.”

I kept my mouth closed and nodded.

“Was it a bit too fast for you?”

“No, it was the turbulence.”

“Mhmm, ok,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He was teasing me.

“I am the Second, I am not afraid of traveling at high speed,” I said.

He continued to watch me, and as he did, arousal grew between us.

Oh. So teasing was a good sign in humans.

“I really like the jet,” he said after a heavy pause.

“That pleases me.”

Another pause.

“I really really like it.”

The air inside the jet was thick with the heady mix of his arousal—his scent, and the heat from his closeness. It made my head spin.

“That is…good.”

He was implying something. Humans relied heavily on subtext when communicating, and I was not yet fully accustomed to its nuances. “I do not—”

“Oh, for god’s sake.” Before I could finish, he scrambled over his seat, kicking his way through the tight space, and tumbled into my lap. His knee connected with my stomach and I folded around him with an oof of escaped air.

“Sorry,” he gasped and, not waiting for me to get my breath back, pressed our mouths together. I did not mind in the slightest.

So this is what he was alluding to. Why did humans have to be so cryptic? I leaned into the kiss, recovering my air through my nose.

The seat was not designed for two. The back of his chair pushed in from in front, and the sides of the ship curved low over our heads. With him on top of me, my arms were pinned at my sides. The ship was designed for flying, not for this.

He managed to wedge his legs on either side of my body, straddling my hips. He grabbed at my neck with needy hands, the sides of my face, my hair, and our teeth clashed and breath mingled. It was hard and messy, and I ached to have him. I still had no idea if I was doing this kissing exercise correctly, but he reacted well when I pushed my tongue inside him, shuddering under my lips.

I broke away first and pressed my face against his neck, sucking in the air filled with his sweet scent. He was mine. All mine. I could not understand how I was this lucky.

“Clay.” My lips dragged against his throat as I spoke.

He took the opportunity to reach between his spread thighs, where my already aching erection pressed against him. He grasped me through my clothes and I groaned and moved my hips against him, my lips parting wider to draw the skin of his neck into my mouth. I tried to get my hands between us, but there was not enough room and he let out a breathy laugh, enjoying the advantage his position gave over me. It appeared he enjoyed being on top. He squeezed my dick hard, drawing a deep uncontrollable noise from me. At the same time, Clay moaned, and his eyes flew wide.

“Fuck, I can feel it.”

He stroked my dick again, giving it an experimental squeeze that had me moving beneath him, and his own body flexed in time as if it was his own cock being touched. He stared at me.

“My pleasure is your pleasure,” I growled.

“Damn,” he said. Then, watching me carefully, he pressed his hand to his own erection and slid his fingers up it. Pleasure bloomed in me and I closed my eyes. A strange, shuddering, high-pitched noise escaped from my mouth and I flushed. The pleasure felt through the bond was different from that felt in my own body. It was everywhere all at once. He looked very happy with himself.

“Fuck, that’s hot. There is so much I can do with this.”

He did it again and, to my embarrassment, another whimpering sound slipped out. I squirmed and, unable to do anything else while trapped in place, licked up the side of his throat and jaw. He let his head fall back against the seat to give me access, and I latched onto the side of his neck, sucking his flesh between my lips and working it with my teeth. He let go of me. I moaned out a protest, but it was only a moment before he plunged his hand under my clothes and grasped my dick skin to skin, and the noise of disappointment abruptly cut off in a joint gasp.

My cock was already slick, and he jerked his hand along its length, drawing out grunts and making my hips twitch with each thrust. The smallest touch was exquisite. I took pride in being a formidable high alpha, having everyone cowed in my presence. But one touch from my omega and I was in pieces. I was already a heaving mess, breathing hard, my eyes rolled upwards. And he was enjoying it too. His cock twitched and strained against the fabric of his clothes, and I ached to free it.

He took his time experimenting, alternating between touching me, then himself, and then both of us at the same time, stroking and groping, until we were both feverish.

Finally, he shifted forward and managed to get our clothes out of the way enough for our swollen cocks to nudge against each other. I lay my head back as he braced himself with one hand on my shoulder, and lined himself up over me. He was entirely in control here, I was just along for the ride.

He bore down on me, and I gasped at the warm tightness of his body. He gritted his teeth and let out a groan as he eased down, taking me inside him, but only managed a small amount before he held himself there, panting.

“Clay, be careful,” I hissed.

He nodded, his hair falling forward over his face as he pushed down further, legs shaking. I almost lost my mind when he began to move on top of me, flexing his hips up and down.

I stared up at him through heavy eyes. He was so beautiful, his blue eyes dark with lust, his lips parted and his skin flushed. With each thrust, his body flexed with our joint pleasure. Clay took his own hard length and pumped it in time, and the feeling made my eyes roll back. I shuddered and thrust my hips with each stroke, until I hit a certain place inside him and we both cried out. His head flopped onto my shoulder, and I thrust up again, hitting the same spot as he pumped himself. Electricity bolted through me, twisting both of us tighter and tighter.

Clay climaxed with a shout, shooting his hot seed up my stomach and chest. I ached to take his spasming cock into my mouth and draw every drop from him. His orgasm washed through me in a crashing wave of bliss and then I was cresting with him. Thanks to Clay I had learned the intensity of a climax, but this was something else entirely. The ship moved beneath us as our tandem orgasm rocked the very fabric of existence. Or so it felt. Stars were born and died in that moment. I was no longer aware of my surroundings, only the presence of Clay on top of me, inside me, and all around me. My cosmos.

“Clay,” I gasped, tasting his pleasure on my tongue along with his name. “Clay. Clay. Selador. ”

His shuddering breath passed over my face, and I blindly caught his lips and tasted his sweet mouth.

Finally, the waves subsided. He fell forward, fighting for breath, and I melted into my seat, entirely boneless.

“I could get used to this,” he gasped.