Page 27 of The Delver (The Vrix #2)

Urkot somehow forced himself to meet Callie’s lustful, half-lidded gaze.

She lay beneath him atop the pile of fluffed silk with her curly hair spread around her head and her skin aglow in the blue light, which reflected in her large eyes and granted them their own luminosity.

Those full lips were parted, and each of her inhalations pressed her breast, with its beaded nipple, against his palm.

She was beautiful. A point of radiance in the cave’s darkness.

The fragrance of her essence, sweeter and more alluring than any nectar, drew his eyes back down to her slit.

Her parted thighs hid nothing from him. Her delicate, slender fingers stroked a little nub at the apex of her sex, making her breaths faster and shorter, wringing soft whimpers from her throat, and brightening that gleam in her eyes.

She was pleasuring herself right before him.

And she was staring at him while she did it.

I want you .

Callie, who had claimed his affection from the moment he’d seen her without her ever realizing, wanted Urkot. She wanted to mate with him. To rut.

And by all the gods of vrix and humans alike, he wanted nothing more than to fulfill her wish. He wanted to take her, now.

But instinct clawed at his mind, shredding his already frayed control. He could not ignore their differences in this moment. He could not ignore that he was big, powerful, and hard, and she was small and soft. Fragile.

If the mating frenzy overtook him, how could he stop himself from harming her?

“Callie…”

“I need you, Urkot,” she moaned as she plunged her finger deep into her sex. Into her pussy .

He watched the digit sink into those slick, dark, welcoming folds, and a shiver coursed up his spine. His cock twitched, straining in the air and threatening to spill yet again.

Her body accepted that finger so easily, so readily. Would it accept his stem the same way?

He balled his upper hands into fists, grinding his knuckles against the stone floor through the spun silk.

She was right here, begging for him. Just as desperate as he was.

This couldn’t be the time, couldn’t be the place, could it? To think that he would claim her here, now, instead of in the nest he intended to make for her in his den…

Yet what had he learned since the cave had collapsed, trapping them down here? Every moment together was precious. Every moment spent denying what they wanted, what they yearned for, was a moment wasted.

If everything could end in an instant, without any warning…why wait any longer? Why deny himself? Why not take what was his? Why not accept this offering with all his hearts and all his desire?

Urkot slid his lower hand down, letting his palm glide over her skin and grazing her belly with his claws, making her flesh quiver. She arched her back and moaned. That sound thrummed right to his stem, deepening the ache in his pelvis.

He’d been an eightfold-damned fool to think he could’ve resisted. He’d been a fool to even try.

Lifting his hand from her, Urkot wrapped it around the base of his shaft. He groaned as he squeezed his cock. To his delight, her eyes were fixated on it, and her breaths quickened further.

Urkot shifted his lower body, positioning his legs to brace himself. “You want this?”

Cheeks darkening, she nodded, slid her finger out of her sex, and returned it to that nub, which she stroked lazily. It glistened with her slick.

Unbidden, his tongue slipped out of his mouth and trailed along its seam, yearning for a taste of her. But that was not what he needed now. That was not what either of them needed.

I want your cock inside me.

Urkot released a shaky breath and raised his torso upright, moving his upper hands to grasp her hips. He lifted her backside. Callie spread her legs wider, hooking them over his forelegs. The position placed her slit directly before his cock.

“You need this,” he growled as his claspers latched around her thighs.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Angling his stem, he lined up the tip to the opening of her pussy.

His tendrils brushed over her slick flesh.

Callie shivered, legs trembling and eyelids fluttering.

He flexed his hips forward, pushing the wide head of his cock into her.

He could feel it already—that smooth flesh, resistant and yet yielding, eager, hungry. She whimpered.

“Say it, Callie. Say you are mine.”

“Fuck me. Please.”

She rolled her hips, but he held them firm between his hands, not allowing her to take his length any deeper even though it pained him to delay that embrace.

“Say it,” he demanded.

Panting softly, she clutched the fluffed silk with her free hand while the other continued rubbing her clit with a gradually increasing pace. “Yours. I’m yours. Now fu?—”

He pushed forward, keeping her hips locked in place.

Her slit parted for his stem, her slick combining with his to allow it in, but it was tight.

So tight. Delicious, delirious heat surrounded his cock as he slowly wedged into her, as her body slowly pulled him deeper. The motions of her finger faltered.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she bit out. “You’re so fucking big.”

She threw her head back with a groan, her legs tensing.

He saw the muscles of her thighs going taut; all his muscles were doing the same as her inner walls closed around him, squeezing more snugly than any fist ever could have, shaping themselves perfectly to him.

There was resistance, but only because of how tight she was.

How small she was. There was no barrier to keep him from pushing deeper.

His breaths came hot and heavy, tearing out of his throat.

His claws pricked her skin as his fingers flexed.

He fought back the shudders threatening to overcome him, fought back the red haze gathering in the back of his mind, fought back the instinct to thrust into her with all his strength and rut until he’d spent every thread of his endurance.

This moment was everything. His first time with Callie—his first time mating.

He’d never been so close to anyone, so intimate, and he would experience it with a clear mind.

He would not allow instinct to ruin this for either of them.

He would feel all of this, would thrill in every bit of contact between their bodies.

“Good, female.” Urkot slid his thumb along his shaft, spreading his oils and mixing them with hers to continue easing his entry. “You are so hot for me. So wet.”

“More,” she gasped, setting her finger back into frantic motion. “Need more. God, you feel so good.”

He rocked his pelvis and pushed more of his length into her, groaning as her sex constricted around him. The pressure in his stem was immense, impossible, irresistible, and he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to burst again. But she needed more, and so did he.

Callie tightened her legs around his and bore down on Urkot’s cock, taking him deeper. “Yes! More, please, more. I need all of you.”

Feeling those reactions in her body, feeling her pulse through his stem, feeling her heat and the flexing and relaxing of her muscles, it was more than he’d ever imagined. Combined with her words, her moans and shallow breathing, and her heady scent filling the grotto…

“You want more?” He tugged her toward him, stretching her and burying his stem inside her up to the nodules at his base, which seemed too wide for her to take.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped as her back arched again, the motion dragging her sex along his shaft to create torturous friction.

“Gods,” he hissed as his tendrils flicked within her sex. He slid a hand around to her back and lifted her torso off the silk and upright. “Perfect. You are perfect. Need more of you, all of you.”

The new position allowed her weight to bear down on him. Her slit stretched, but it still could not take in his knot. A shaky breath escaped him.

Callie threw an arm around his neck, met his gaze, and lifted her other hand. “So have more.”

He glimpsed her finger glistening with her essence before she moved it to his mouth. His jaw parted, and she slipped her finger in, brushing it over his tongue.

Her salty-sweet flavor danced across his mouth, unlike anything he’d ever tasted. It was pleasure given form, passion given taste, and it was wholly her. Urkot growled. Something low in his belly tightened. His tongue coiled around her finger, greedily sweeping off every drop of essence.

He felt her heartbeat through every point of contact between their bodies, and the thumping of his own hearts grew louder, accompanied by a faint buzzing. Before he understood what was happening, a crimson haze had filled his vision, and heat spiraled through him, flooding his limbs.

Callie withdrew her finger, trailing it down his chin. The smile on her lips was as satisfied as it was needy, both teasing and seductive. He ran his hand up her back and slid it into her hair, holding her gaze.

“Need you,” he rasped. “Need to rut you.”

She grinned wickedly. “So fuck me, big guy.”

He closed his fist on her hair, drawing her head back slightly, and snarled. “ No . My name. Say my name.”

She inhaled sharply, eyes flashing with excitement. Her fingers curled at his back, scraping his hide with her blunt nails. “Urkot. Fuck me, Urkot.”

Urkot pressed his mouth to hers, delving his tongue between her lips, and her tongue met it in a sensual, tantalizing dance, following his lead.

“Take me,” he growled when he broke the kiss, lifting her by her hips. Her sex slid along his shaft, making him shudder again. Before his stem pulled completely free, he slammed her down atop him again. “All of me!”

He thrust his pelvis up in the same instant, driving himself into her hard, all the way to his base.

Callie cried out, clutching his shoulders and digging her nails in as she threw her head back. Her sex quivered around him, knot and all.

And something within Urkot shattered.