Page 14 of Taken (After the End #6)

I release an alarmed shriek that takes on a deeper tenor when pleasure slams into me like a sandstorm.

The heat of her core is fucking blistering as her tight, soaking wet walls contract around my shaft, tightening like a steel band around the thickening base of my cock.

I’m going to latch. I’m going to split her in half.

Fuck! I try to pull out, but her ankles lock around my back, and I fall.

I fall into bliss. Face first. I crash through its welcoming fist. I collapse on top of her tiny body and slam my hips to meet hers. She winces in pain, but there’s nothing I can do about that now as my latch releases and my cock expands and my barbs unfurl and take root in her core.

She speaks rapidly in her own tongue, her hips twitching as she continues to orgasm.

I hold her as steady as possible beneath me, my arm around her head, locking it down, the other high on her thigh, pinning her hips to the bed, and with my knees, I keep hers pinned wide to the point that I know it hurts.

I grind my pubic bone against her clit to extend her pleasure while ensuring that she doesn’t tear around me.

My aim is to protect her. I don’t expect her to orgasm again, but the fluttering of her core resumes in earnest and her mouth falls open, her pink tongue tracing the line of her bottom lip.

I lunge and suck it into my mouth, drinking in her moans and cries of ecstasy.

“You’re a perfect fucking monster,” I tell her. “Don’t…fucking…move…” I hiss as pleasure barrels over me, taking me down, down, down. I can feel her everywhere, the spark of lightning frittering between our bodies, melding us together, making us one. I’m going to breed her…There is no other choice.

Seed erupts from my body, her heat collecting my cum as I fill her up.

My seed sprays out of the top of my penis, but also through the openings beneath each of my six barbs.

I look down and see the way her belly inflates slightly as she takes everything I have to give her, more than her small frame can handle, but there is nothing either of us can do about that now.

I clench my teeth and fight not to let my weight collapse onto her, just as I fight through the waves of seed that spew out of me, filling up this small owelay who may be the angel of darkness or the demon of all soft things.

Blinking desperately to watch her as she comes with me, I see her eyelids fluttering.

She’s also looking up at me. I arch my back even more, making it possible for me to meet her mouth with mine.

I trap her lips, my forked tongue tasting hers and wanting more.

I feel some of my Mpo aggression rise to the surface of my skin and I yield to it in a way that I never have before.

I tear myself away from her mouth to move to her neck.

I sink my fangs into the flesh where her throat meets her shoulder.

I taste the welling blood, feel the pain that comes over her.

She’s panting, thrashing, screaming beneath me.

Her pleasure is mixed with pain, I know that, but I continue to massage her breasts with my hands and lave the bite wounds with my tongue to soothe her, grinding my pelvis into hers, feeling her tremble.

I bite her again, down her throat to her shoulder. Her hand smacks my outer shoulder, and I grab it and bite her wrist. She will need scarring everywhere. I want there to be no mistaking that this female belongs to me.

My venom floods her body, the claim a stake that no other male or female will dare cross unless it is their intent to die in the most violent way possible. All the while, my seed continues to burst into her like the spray of frex-frex venom, and her core continues to contract around my cock.

“Lacchus, Lacchus…” She says more, but I can barely hear her. I’ve never come so hard.

My chest is heaving, my two forms are flaring.

I can feel scales appearing and disappearing up and down my spine.

My vertebrae tingle, so do my toes. I crush her to me as the seed starts to slow in its release.

My blistering orgasm no longer burns so brightly.

My urge to bite her is sated, and I resume licking the blood free of her skin.

I circle my arms around her shoulders, and it’s only when I feel I’ve got her fully restrained so she can’t move in any way that I dare release any of my weight and roll with her onto my side.

She gasps, and I quickly crush my lips to hers, knowing that she can taste her own blood and my venom on her tongue. She kisses me back, but more slowly and shakily this time.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her, fighting through the pain of remaining coherent while my lingering orgasm continues to slam against me like a smaller stone against a larger boulder.

I’ll orgasm for another few minutes, as many as it takes for my barbs to retract and my latch to deflate and I’m able to slide out of her.

I manage to open my eyes one last time before pleasure overwhelms me and see the marks of my mating all up and down her throat, little flecks of her blood mingling with my venom and smeared across her chest and neck and jaw and mouth in pretty, violent strokes.

Pride and a sense of ownership, of possession, claw at me, demanding entry into my chest—every fiber of my fucking being—and I let it in without resistance. Fuck, she’s stunning.

“My mate,” I tell her, smoothing my hand back over her hair and pinning her so I can continue emptying into her body without causing her greater harm than I already have. “You take my seed so well.”

Her mouth opens. She has tears in the corners of her eyes.

I smooth them away with the tip of my claw.

She says something to me, probably begging for mercy, but it’s too late.

Because as she opens her lips, her core tightens around me and she screams in what sounds like pleasure, astonishing me.

I’ve barely moved. The only thing that’s changed is our position.

My latches are still extended within her vagina, locking my cock within her. And yet…

She screams my name one final time, loud enough that I know the other warriors will be able to hear her, and I screech out my own desire and lust and pride.

“Mate,” I roar, biting her neck one last time and letting myself lie there, fully depleted, fully sated for the first time in my life with only the smallest sliver of fear to accompany it.

I pass out, hoping that she forgives me and hoping even more that she doesn’t try to free herself from my latch.

She may be a demon, but when I wake from this I’m going to learn how to communicate so that I can apologize to her for this, beg her to do it with me some more and convince her to accept my mating even though I’ve already sealed her fate in blood.