Page 14 of Kazmyr: Molten for Her (Consumed by the Alien Heat #2)

JENNA

My heart hammered against my ribs as I dragged Kazmyr toward the moss chamber, my fingers wrapped around his obsidian wrist. The marks beneath his skin pulsed with surprise, then hunger, molten gold tracing paths up his forearm where I touched him.

Every siren in my head screamed this was bad timing, but I didn't care.

If we were flying into battle against Asset P—if this could be our last day alive—I refused to face it with our bond half-formed, with questions hanging between us like smoke.

"Jenna." My name vibrated through his chest like distant thunder.

I silenced him with a look. "What? I refuse to hear excuses."

His massive frame filled the corridor, heat radiating off him in waves that distorted the air. The ember marks along his jaw flickered, catching my reflection in their molten glow. His eyes, those impossible pools of liquid gold, narrowed.

"What is this?"

I pulled harder, refusing to let his mountain-sized stubbornness deter me. "Insurance."

The moss chamber door recognized my approach and spiraled open, releasing a warm cloud of spice-scented air. Inside, the living walls pulsed in greeting, thousands of tiny, sentient fibers stretching toward us like eager fingers. Kazmyr hesitated at the threshold, his entire body tensing.

"You are not ready for what completion means," he rumbled, but his marks betrayed him, flaring hot enough that I felt their heat against my cheeks. "Your human form—"

"Fuck that." I yanked him forward, using his momentary surprise to pull his massive body into the chamber. The door sealed behind us with a satisfied hiss. "I'm sick of everyone deciding what I can handle."

His chest expanded with a breath so deep it seemed to draw half the oxygen from the room. The moss beneath our feet responded instantly, creeping up around our ankles in welcoming spirals. Kazmyr's molten gaze tracked every microexpression on my face.

"You think this makes us safer?" His voice dropped lower, a sound more felt than heard. "That binding yourself to me before battle somehow protects you?"

"No." I stepped closer, tilting my head back to meet his eyes. "I think flying into hell knowing exactly what I'm coming back to makes me stronger."

His hands—massive, powerful, capable of crushing stone—came up to frame my face with impossible gentleness. The contrast between his raw strength and careful touch sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

"And if you do not come back?" The marks along his throat pulsed with emotion I couldn't fully read. "If your Earth calls you home after this?"

I pressed my palms against his chest, feeling the unnatural heat of him even through his cooling beads. "Then at least I'll know what I'm leaving behind."

That broke something in him. His control, his restraint, whatever wall he'd built between us…

it crumbled in an instant. With a growl that vibrated through the floor, he lifted me against him, the motion so swift I gasped.

My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried me to the center of the chamber where the moss grew thickest.

"You believe you know what you ask for," he whispered against my neck, his breath scorching my skin. "You cannot."

I dug my fingers into his shoulders, nails scraping against obsidian flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Then stop talking and show me."

He lowered us both to the moss, which swelled eagerly beneath us, forming a perfect cradle for our bodies.

The living tendrils crawled up my legs, tugging playfully at my clothes as Kazmyr settled me onto his lap.

The hard ridge of his arousal pressed against my core, separated only by thin layers of fabric.

"If we begin this," he warned, marks pulsing with each word, "I cannot guarantee I will stop."

I rocked against him deliberately, watching his eyes flare molten bright. "Did I fucking ask you to?"

His mouth crashed into mine, stealing my breath and any remaining doubt.

The taste of him exploded across my senses…

smoke and iron and something ancient that reminded me of volcanic stone.

His tongue swept past my lips, hotter than human-normal, the texture slightly rougher.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands finding the curved spires of his horns and using them as leverage to press closer.

Kazmyr growled against my mouth, his massive hands sliding under my thighs to adjust my position. The new angle ground me against his hardness with perfect pressure. Pleasure spiraled through me, sharp and demanding.

"Your heat," he murmured against my jaw, teeth grazing sensitive skin. "I can taste your fire already."

The moss writhed beneath us, responding to our combined body heat by releasing sweet-scented spores into the air.

Each breath filled my lungs with warmth that tingled all the way to my fingertips.

Kazmyr's hands found the hem of my shirt, tugging with gentle insistence until I raised my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head.

His gaze burned across my exposed skin, marks flaring bright enough to cast shadows. "Already mine," he whispered, more to himself than to me. One massive hand spanned my ribs, thumb brushing the underside of my breast with reverent care. "Your body sings for me."

"Then stop making it wait," I challenged, arching into his touch.

His eyes darkened, molten gold edged with something feral.

Without warning, he flipped our positions, laying me back against the moss and covering my body with his much larger frame.

The weight of him should have been crushing, but he balanced perfectly, using his elbows to keep from pressing too hard.

His mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of heat that lingered on my skin. When he reached my breast, he paused, eyes flicking up to mine in silent question.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging demandingly. "Yes. Please."

The first touch of his tongue against my nipple sent electricity arcing through me.

I cried out, back bowing off the moss as he worked the sensitive peak with careful attention.

His mouth was impossibly hot, each swirl of his tongue sending fresh waves of pleasure straight to my core.

When he introduced the gentle scrape of teeth, I nearly came undone.

"Kazmyr," I gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders. "More."

He hummed against my skin, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. With efficient movements, he stripped them down my legs, the moss eagerly helping to tug them away.

Then his mouth was traveling lower, tongue tracing patterns across my ribs, my navel, the sensitive jut of my hipbone. His hands pushed my thighs apart with gentle insistence, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Like a flame caught in glass."

Before I could respond, his tongue swept along my folds in one long, deliberate stroke.

The heat of it, so much hotter than human-normal, made me cry out, hands flying to his hair for purchase.

He growled against me, the sound vibrating through sensitive flesh as he settled into his task with single-minded focus.

"Fuck," I gasped, hips jerking involuntarily as his tongue circled my clit. "God, Kazmyr, yes—"

He didn't need further instruction. His massive hands gripped my thighs, holding me open as he devoured me with methodical precision.

Each stroke of his tongue sent fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me, building pressure that threatened to shatter me completely.

When he sealed his mouth around my clit and sucked, stars exploded behind my eyelids.

My climax hit with stunning force, tearing through me like wildfire. I cried out his name, body convulsing as he worked me through it, never easing his attention until the last aftershock faded. Only then did he raise his head, lips glistening, eyes blazing with satisfaction and hunger.

"Again," he commanded, voice rough with need. Before I could catch my breath, his mouth returned to my oversensitive flesh, tongue pushing inside me.

The second orgasm built faster than the first, cresting over me in a wave that left me sobbing his name. My fingers clutched at his hair, using it to guide his movements as I rode his face shamelessly. His ember marks flared brighter with each sound I made, lighting the chamber in pulsing gold.

"Kazmyr," I finally managed, voice breaking with need. "I need you. All of you."

He rose above me, obsidian skin gleaming in the light of his own marks. The cooling beads around his neck had gone completely dormant, no longer able to suppress his natural heat. His chest heaved with each breath, restraint clearly costing him.

"You cannot take all of me," he warned, voice strained. "Not yet. Your body—"

I pushed myself up, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss that tasted of my own pleasure. "Let me decide what I can take."

His resolve crumbled visibly. With careful movements, he helped me straddle his lap again, my knees sinking into the moss on either side of his massive thighs. Only then did I get my first proper look at what I'd demanded.

His cock stood proud against his abdomen, larger than any human could possibly be, the surface etched with the same marks that decorated his skin. They pulsed in time with his heartbeat, molten gold against obsidian. At the base, a second protrusion swelling at the base.

My mouth went dry. "That's..."

"Too much," he finished, regret flickering across his features. "As I warned."

I wrapped my hand around the shaft, feeling it pulse against my palm, hot enough that I wondered if it might burn. His entire body went rigid, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

"I'll take what I can," I decided, positioning myself above him. "And work up to the rest."