Page 28 of The Delver (The Vrix #2)

“Mine,” he growled between harsh breaths as he pumped into her again and again. The slide and squeeze of her pussy was maddening, and the slap of her flesh against his hide set a frenzied rhythm as he lifted and slammed her down atop his cock. “Mine to claim. Mine to rut. Mine to keep.”

She clung to him desperately, her eyes locked with his, her cries matching his pace, her body shaking.

Urkot laid her atop the fluffed silk, keeping firm hold of her hips. Using arms, legs, and claspers, he drove into her, chasing that rapidly growing sensation, chasing the pleasure that would surely tear him asunder.

She writhed beneath Urkot, clawing at the silk, clawing at him, her hair wild around her head.

Her breasts bounced and strained at the air, nipples begging for his touch when she arched her back.

Each of her movements sent ripples of pleasure through him that built and built toward something greater.

“Urkot,” she rasped. “Keep going. Keep going. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.”

“You. Are. Mine. Callie,” he gritted, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. “My nyleea .”

“Your mate,” she echoed, slapping a hand atop one of his and raking her nails over it hard enough to leave a mark.

Pleasure-pain blasted through him, making him bear his fangs. Dropping onto his upper hands over her, he plunged his cock inside her one final time, burying himself deep. Emberlike lights flashed through his vision as rapture surrounded him, swallowed him, drowned him.

Everything within him seized at once. It was his end; he knew only Callie and his own sensation in that moment, with all the world falling to nothingness. Then his pleasure surged. His stem swelled, and his seed flooded her.

Callie screamed his name, the sound swallowed by his roar. He couldn’t see past the crimson cloud, didn’t want to; he wanted only to feel.

This time, he could not redirect his instinct. He couldn’t stop himself.

His head snapped down, and his teeth clamped on her shoulder. She clutched his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and held him as her sex contracted and convulsed around his stem and her thighs shook. Each flutter of his tendrils strengthened her trembling, making her hips buck against him.

“Urkot!” she cried, voice strained as liquid heat flooded her core. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He could only snarl against her skin.

She would bear his mark. All would know from this moment onward that Callie belonged to Urkot, and Urkot alone. She had chosen. He had conquered. She was his.

Mine!

His cock spasmed again, another jet of seed flowing from it. That seed mixed with her essence, hot and slick, filling her and trickling out around the base of his stem. His lower fingers and claspers clutched her, unwilling to let her go, forcing her slit to remain flush with his.

Finally, he loosened his jaw and lifted his head to look down at her. The strange tang of blood lighted upon his tongue.

Callie stared up at him with dark, gleaming eyes, panting. When his tendrils thrummed, she tensed and moaned; the smile curling upon her lips told him that her reaction had nothing to do with pain.

Urkot let out a shaky breath as another wave of pleasure swept through him, heightened by the clenching of her pussy, which squeezed his knot tight. Once it passed, his eyes shifted to her left shoulder, where he’d bitten her. There were multiple bleeding wounds left by his teeth.

His hearts nearly stopped.

How had he allowed himself to be so careless? He’d known, known , how tender her human flesh was, how easily she could be broken.

“I am sorry,” he rasped. “I did not mean harm, Callie. I?—”

She pressed a finger to his mouth. “Shh.”

Urkot blinked, staring down at her before brushing his mouth against her finger in a kiss.

Callie stroked her fingers through the shorn hair on the sides of his head and hummed contently.

When pleasure rose within him again and another spurt of seed filled her, setting his tendrils to flutter anew, she closed her eyes and squirmed beneath him with a low moan, grinding her pussy against him and taking his knot deeper.

“God, this feels amazing,” she said softly, still smiling. “I love your cock and those little fluttering things. I never want this end.”

Pride filled his chest. His female enjoyed their mating. The sensations had been thrilling, pleasurable beyond anything he could’ve imagined, but it was all sweetened immensely by Callie’s satisfaction.

“It will not end. Not yet,” he said.

Callie opened her eyes to meet his gaze and gently caressed his face. “Good, because you feel so fucking good inside me.”

Urkot trilled and nuzzled her neck, breathing her scent deep. “I would keep my stem buried inside you until the Eight take me if I could.”

Gathering her close in his arms, Urkot rolled onto his back upon the silk nest, settling within it and curling his legs around his female to provide her with as much body warmth as he could.

She lay atop him with her legs spread to either side, her head on his chest, and her damp curls tickling his hide.

In the aftermath of their mating, ripples of pleasure rolled through Urkot, setting his tendrils to quiver inside Callie. He relished every sensation, her every reaction, every soft sound that escaped her.

Gradually, the pulses faded, his tendrils retreated, and his mate’s body grew lax. His own body felt heavier with each beat of his hearts, and the aches that had plagued him since the rockfall settled back into place.

But he held on until her breathing deepened and he knew she was asleep. He cherished these fleeting moments most of all—his mate being comfortable enough, trusting enough, to sleep with him like this, with his stem still inside of her.

Then he let exhaustion drag him into darkness.