Page 26 of The Delver (The Vrix #2)

Touch me.

Urkot’s words, said in that thick, gravelly voice, echoed through Callie.

She couldn’t believe that in a matter of moments she’d gone from freezing, with her body shivering uncontrollably and her teeth chattering, to being wrapped in his arms and feeling as though she was about to burst into flames.

Heat pooled in her core, spreading warmth throughout her body, and Urkot’s cock, slick and hot against her thigh, felt like a brand.

Touch him. Touch him. Touch him.

Callie had been curious about vrix and their anatomy since discovering Ivy had been having sex with one. She’d been weirded out in the beginning because, well, Ketahn resembled a giant freaking spider, but she’d been curious nonetheless.

How did it work? What did vrix cocks look like? What did they feel like?

Now she was about to find out.

She smiled as she continued to tease Urkot’s hide with her fingertips. His breath was harsh, his body was rigid, and his grip on her was tight. His claspers, hooked over the flesh of her thighs, twitched higher as though to pull her closer.

He wanted this. He wanted her.

Callie slid her fingers down, toward the base of his shaft, until they dipped into his slit. Unimaginable heat radiated from him there.

Urkot released a puff of air, and his fingers clutched her hair.

“You’re wet here,” she said, caressing the inside of his slit around his cock. Callie brushed her lips over his throat again as she stroked him from within. “Wet like my pussy.”

A tremor coursed through him as his breathing quickened. “What… I… I do not know pussy .”

Callie grinned. The guttural rumble he put into that word made it even more erotic, like he was already hungry for it even though he didn’t know what it was.

Tipping her head back, she shifted her face closer to the side of his to whisper, “My pussy is my slit.”

Before he could respond, Callie curled her fingers around the base of his slick shaft, making his breath hitch. Her eyes widened. He was thick. Not that she’d expected anything less, but there was also a knot—a knot —just above the base of his cock.

Callie’s pussy clenched not in fear but in excitement at the prospect of what that would feel like. To be so full of him, to have his cock lodged so, so fucking deep, locked inside her…

God, she wanted that.

She stroked her fist up, over the knot, taking her time to caress it, before exploring farther up his shaft until she reached the flared head. There, it narrowed to a two-pronged tip with an inch-long slit between.

“Callie,” he rasped, his claws biting into her skin as he flexed his fingers on her hip, making tingles spread through her.

“Mmm, I love it when you say my name like that.” She teased the opening of his tip with her thumb. “Do you like this?”

His cock twitched. He moved his face to her hair and hissed, “Yes.”

That word went straight to her core, and she was all the more aware of the achy hollowness growing inside her.

“Good,” Callie said, wrapping her fingers fully around him again. “Because I like touching you.”

She stroked her hand down his cock and back up. He quivered at her touch. Slowly, firmly, she continued stroking, up and down, learning the feel of him and loving the sounds he made.

His musky, earthy, intoxicating scent bloomed around her, enveloping her senses, but there was another layer to it she hadn’t detected before, one that made her mouth water. Cinnamon and cloves.

He smells so damn delicious.

With every pump of her hand, his hold on her strengthened.

His breathing grew harsher and more ragged in the quiet of their little haven, and she felt his pulse thrumming against both her hand resting on his chest and her fist around his cock.

Every rock of his pelvis, every low grunt, every minute reaction aroused her in turn.

The fire burning in him, the heat wrapped in her fingers, grew and grew, and the flames inside her flared to mirror it.

She could feel the slickness of her desire coating her thighs. Her pussy yearned for his touch, to be filled. What it wanted was rock solid in her hand. Not a fantasy, not a toy like she’d often used in her old life, but flesh and blood, thick and hot. Real.

Callie parted her thighs, pushing against his claspers, and felt a whisper of air on her heated flesh as her leg brushed along Urkot’s.

His chest swelled with a deep inhalation, and then it vibrated with a growl so low and bestial that it reverberated straight to Callie’s core, making her clit twitch. It was a ravenous sound, so out of character for the controlled, measured vrix she’d come to know, and God was it sexy.

Faster than she could register, he shoved on her hip, rolling Callie onto her back, and surged over her.

One instant they were on their sides, and the next he was propped over her, his upper arms braced to either side of her head and his forelegs bent with their joints on the bed of silk.

His shoulders heaved with those harsh breaths, and his cock throbbed in her unbroken hold.

Urkot’s lower hand gripped her hip a little tighter, pressing those claws more firmly against her flesh. That bit of pain only enticed her more.

She’d thought herself in control? She’d thought she was dictating the pace of this exploration, that he was like putty in her hands? No. He could’ve seized control any moment he wanted to.

And now he had.

It took everything inside Callie not to squirm beneath him, not to press her thighs together in a vain attempt to alleviate the gnawing ache in her pussy.

His eyes, eight blue flames, met hers. She felt tiny with his body poised over her like this. Felt helpless. And yet she felt absolutely safe at the same time. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she held his gaze, silently daring him to continue, to do whatever he wanted.

Urkot’s hands clenched the spun silk beneath them. With a snarl, he snapped his pelvis forward. His shaft slid along her hand, forcing her grip over his knot and down to his base.

Callie moved her other hand to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, one fist over the other. She glanced down. Even in the low light, she could see that it was as blue as his glowing markings.

Bracing his middle and hind legs on the cave floor, he pumped his hips, his slick shaft gliding back and forth through her hands, faster and faster.

As he thrust, he lowered his head, drawing in her scent with every panting inhalation, his every exhalation punctuated by a growl or a snarl.

Strands of his blue-and-white-threaded black hair fell over his shoulders and around his face.

But even as his pace became wild and his claws sank deeper to scrape and gouge at the stone under the silk, his eyes never strayed from hers.

This was Urkot. Barriers down, restraint gone. This was him in his most primal state.

And Callie fucking loved it. He was beautiful.

She smiled up at him, keeping her hands double-fisted around his cock as he fucked her palms, coating them with his slick, which she felt dripping onto her belly.

Urkot’s pace faltered. His cock expanded, forcing her fingers wider, and quivered within her hold.

He opened his mouth, baring his fangs, and dipped his head closer to her before snapping it to the side and biting down on his forearm.

Callie gasped, eyes widening, but didn’t release her hold on him.

He growled against his arm as his hips bucked, and he shuddered. Hot seed erupted from his cock, spilling onto her stomach and chest. He snarled, biting his arm harder, eyes blazing into Callie’s as stream after stream of cum spurted onto her.

And she felt something else, something flittering against her wrist and forearm.

Callie dragged her gaze from his and looked down.

In the blue light of the crystals, she saw three thin white appendages sticking out from the slit at the end of his cock, fluttering in the air.

“Oh…” she whispered.

Heart racing, Callie slid her hand along the head of his shaft toward the tendrils and caressed them. Urkot’s body trembled at that gentle touch. Fresh seed shot from his cock as he released his bite on his arm with a rough exhalation.

So they were sensitive. That was good information to tuck away for later.

The tendrils continued to flit against her hand, but she was able to make out their details as one curled around her finger. The feathery parts at their tips resembled a moth’s antennae.

She stroked her thumb over one.

Urkot’s pelvis bucked, causing his shaft to glide through her fist once more. He caught her wrists with his lower hand and pulled them away.

“No more,” he said in a guttural voice.

Callie smiled at him coyly. “Did you…not like it?”

He grunted, baring his fangs. “I liked. Much liked.”

His gaze dipped, roving over her slowly, devouring her. It made her more aware of his cum coating her chest and belly, of it dripping down her sides into the nest of spun silk beneath her.

Urkot crooned as he released her wrists and flattened his hand on her stomach.

He moved his rough palm over her, through his seed, spreading it and rubbing it in.

There was a possessiveness in the way he did it, as though he were marking her.

As though he were making his scent, his essence, one with her.

Callie let her arms fall to either side of her head, watching him. There was a heated gleam in his eyes that, combined with his actions, sent a rush of lust through her. That rush only intensified as his hand trailed higher.

When he reached her breasts, he paused with his hand hovering over them.

Anticipation stirred within Callie, and her nipples hardened into aching peaks.

His mouth parted as he stared at them. Then his large hand fell, clutching one.

A low purr rumbled in his chest, and Callie arched into his touch as that sensation flowed into her, lashes lowering. But she didn’t close her eyes.

“So soft.” Urkot caressed her breast, covering it with his cum. He tilted his head. “Except for this.”

He pinched her nipple.

A jolt of pleasure shot straight to her clit, forcing a cry out of her before she could silence it. “Urkot!”

His head dropped, his fingers flexed on her breast, and a strained groan escaped him as he shivered. Another rope of seed spurted from his cock to land on her belly.

Urkot’s eyes flicked up and met hers. His breath was ragged, and his body was tense, his hold on her trembling.

Humming, Callie trailed a finger down between her breasts to her belly, swirling it through his warm seed. “I’m finding this incredibly hot.”

Urkot followed her finger with those intense eyes. When he spoke, his voice was harsh, full of warning. “Female… You test me. Mating frenzy is close to taking me.”

“Oh. Then I guess there’s only one solution.” Reaching up, she caught a thick strand of his dangling hair and gave it a tug as she smiled. “Fuck me.”

Eyes widening, he let out an uncertain trill. “What?”

Letting go of his silky hair, Callie dropped her hand over his atop her breast and clutched it as she smoothed her other hand down her belly. “Let the frenzy take you. Fuck me, Urkot. Rut me. Do whatever you want with me.”

She let her thighs fall apart, her knees brushing his legs as she bared her pussy. She trailed her hand lower, over her mons, gathering his cum, until she reached her clit. She moaned as she circled it with her fingertip.

His gaze burned blue in the darkness as it locked on her sex, casting its color upon her.

“I want you,” she said in a breathy voice as pleasure spread through her, amplified by the combined slick of his seed and her essence. “I’m not going to deny it any longer, and I’m not going to deny myself. I want your cock inside me.”