Page 40 of The Delver (The Vrix #2)

With a snarl, Urkot snatched Callie up and into his arms. She squeaked in surprise as he rose from the water and stepped out of the pool. His spinnerets were already working, producing silk rope that he passed from one of his back legs to his lower hand.

“You play, female,” he growled. “I cannot.”

Callie chuckled as he set her down on her feet atop a carpet of plants. Instinct moved his hands without need for thought, swiftly winding and knotting the silk strand around her torso, framing her soft, soft breasts. He needed to bind her, to conquer her. There would be no escape. She was his .

“I thought you liked games,” Callie said with a laugh. “Urkot, wait!”

“No. No wait.” He slipped a strand between her thighs, where it pressed into her slit, right over her clit. He gave it a firm tug.

Callie jolted with a gasp, her hand slapping against his chest. “Oh, fuck. Urkot!”

“No.” He reached for her wrist.

She yanked it back and caught his instead with a laugh. “Urkot, wait. Please!”

He paused, meeting her gaze.

“We’re finally in a safe place where it’s warm and there’s light,” she said. “Let’s take it slow. I want to explore you.”

“Slow?” He hissed as his claspers twitched on either side of his aching, throbbing stem, and his fists squeezed the rope. “I must be inside you, female.”

“And you will be, I promise. Because I want that too. But I have something else in mind first.” Callie lowered his hand, moving it between her legs, and placed his fingers atop the rope over her slit.

Her eyes held his as she ground against his fingers, her lashes lowering. “Don’t you want to taste me?”

The memory of her flavor danced teasingly upon his tongue, nearly making him growl, and his stem strained at the empty air in desperation. His need for her was torture, but the temptation of another taste, a real taste, was one he could not deny.

He curled his fingers over her pussy firmly, possessively, drawing a moan from her. “Fuck. Yes. Need it, Callie.”

“Good, because I want to taste you too.”

Taste him?

Urkot’s eyes shifted to Callie’s mouth, to those plump, pliable lips. A surge of pressure low in his belly made his leg joints suddenly weak.

She caught one of his mandibles, forcing his eyes back to hers. “Lie on your back.”

A war raged within him as he stared at her.

Take her. Claim her.

That was his drive, his instinct, his need—to rut her and fill her with his seed. It was the mating frenzy, settling over his mind in a crimson mist, spreading fire through his blood with every beat of his hearts.

But need was not the same as want. He wanted this moment with her, wanted to taste her, wanted to revel in pleasure with her.

He wanted to fulfill her every desire. And for them both to have what they wanted, he would have to seize those frayed threads of self-control.

He’d have to wrestle back his instinct and resist the frenzy.

Shaper unmake me, I want this.

Gritting his teeth, he withdrew from her. His hide thrummed, and he felt every thread’s width of distance between their bodies as he lay back upon a bed of moss and vines, bending his legs upward. His cock stood erect in the open air, pulsing with need.

Propped on his elbows, he watched Callie approach, her body decorated in his silk and her lips curled in a seductive smile.

She stopped beside him and trailed her fingers over one of his leg joints as her gaze roamed over him. “God, you look so fucking sexy like this.”

The passionate sincerity of her words made warmth blossom in his chest. Everything inside him felt tight.

It was still so new and strange to be openly, honestly desired.

To have someone look at him with such attraction in their eyes, and for that someone to be Callie, made it impossibly more significant.

Holding on to his leg joint, Callie swung her leg over him and sat down upon his chest with her back toward him. Her grip tightened briefly as she sucked in a sharp breath before dropping her hand and wiggling upon him with a whispered, “Oh fuck, that rope.”

He chittered deeply, taking delight in the fact that he wasn’t the only one struggling with arousal, even if it did nothing to lessen his own discomfort.

Callie smiled at him over her shoulder. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Never,” he said as sweetly as he could manage.

“I thought you didn’t want to play games, but it seems you do. So I’ll play.” Slowly, she bent forward. Her palms were hot upon the hide of his belly and her breasts were soft as she lay upon him. She spread her thighs wide, displaying her slit in front of his face. “Do you want my pussy, Urkot?”

At a loss for words, Urkot stared at her backside, hearts thundering.

His silk ran down between her ass cheeks and was nestled in the dark folds of her slit.

Her essence coated it, glistening in the low light, and its scent flooded his nostrils, stoking the flames at his core. Pure possessiveness ripped through him.

His silk. She was wearing his silk.

Resting his lower palm on her calf and his upper left on her hip, he reached for her with his right hand, grazing the wet silk with the back of a claw.

Callie shivered but drew her backside away just enough to escape his touch. “Ah-ah. You didn’t answer me.” She smoothed one of her hands farther down his abdomen and teased the top of his slit with her fingers. “Do you want my pussy, Urkot?”

His fingers flexed, pressing his claws into her skin. “Yes.”

“Good boy.” She dipped her fingers into his slit and stroked the base of his stem. “Do you want to taste it?”

Urkot’s head fell back, and his legs raked across plant and stone as she assailed him with pleasure. But he did not look away from her pussy. “More than anything.”

She wrapped her hand around his stem, beneath the knot. “Do you want to lick it? To…eat it?”

“Yes.” The word came out in a guttural snarl that left his throat raw.

When he hooked his finger beneath the silk rope, she didn’t pull away.

He tugged the rope aside, leaving nothing to conceal her from his ravenous gaze.

Those delicate folds, so reminiscent of a flower, sparkled with her essence in the cavern’s blue glow.

Settling his hands upon her ass, he used his thumbs to part her slit, spreading it wide. The flesh within her channel was pink, and completely open to him. A growl rolled through his chest.

Callie hummed as she squeezed his shaft. “I take it you like what you see?”

Breath ragged, he said, “Much like.”

“Then take what you want. It’s yours…and this is mine.”

Her mouth closed over the tip of his stem.

Urkot stiffened, eyes flaring. His surprise was swiftly followed by a blast of pleasure so intense that his entire body quaked.

Callie had his stem in her mouth.

That wasn’t something vrix did, not with their rigid mouths and sharp teeth.

A male risked his stem being bitten and torn away.

Even Callie’s blunt teeth could cause harm.

But Urkot didn’t fear her. He trusted her.

And by their eightfold eyes, this was bliss—the heat of her mouth, the suction as she drew him in deeper, the feel of her tongue as it teased his opening and stroked his shaft.

Urkot bared his fangs and clutched Callie’s ass, staring at her pussy.

Taste, she had said. Lick. Eat. Take .

“Mine,” he snarled.

Yanking her closer, Urkot dragged his tongue over her slit from her clit to her ass.

Callie dug her fingers into his belly and moaned around his cock. The vibrations rippled into him, sharpening the waves of pleasure. And her taste? It spread over his tongue like the sweetest nectar, and it only deepened his hunger for more.

He thrust his tongue into her tight entrance.

“Urkot!” Callie gasped.

He swirled and twisted his tongue, pushing deeper, seeking more, more, more. It slid within her so easily, with no barriers to stop it, welcomed by her body. And the feel of her channel clamping around his tongue made him yearn to have his cock inside her, to feel it squeezing his shaft.

Callie wriggled her hips, but he held her firmly, not allowing her to withdraw from him as he plunged his tongue in and out of her pussy.

She moaned and pumped her fist up and down his cock. “Urkot, your tongue…”

And then her mouth was back on him, taking in the head of his stem. She sucked with vigor equal to his as he stroked her from within and coaxed out more of her essence. He needed more, even as it dripped from her and ran down his chin. He needed so much more.

Urkot withdrew his tongue to swallow her essence.

Gods, nothing had ever tasted so good. Nothing had ever sparked such a craving in him, such a need.

He felt the mating frenzy pushing in from the edges of his mind, felt its claws seeking purchase, heard its demanding roar, but he was not ready to submit.

He would lose himself here—not in the frenzy, but in his mate.

Urkot ran his tongue across the seam of his mouth, licking away her nectar. Each drop was made sweeter by the glide of her mouth around his stem. His pelvis rocked up, and he gritted his teeth against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

His gaze caught on her tattoo.

Spank Me .

Callie had told him that it felt good to be spanked, that she enjoyed it. Would it bring her pleasure now?

Drawing back his hand, he brought it down sharply upon her ass cheek, directly over the tattoo.

The crack of his palm against her skin was loud, as was Callie’s gasp as her head jerked up, releasing his stem from the depths of her mouth. Her body was taut atop him.

Urkot stilled, his hand remaining on her ass. “Did I?—”

“Do it again,” she said. “Harder.”

His eyes widened. There was no mistaking what she’d said, though the words weren’t at all what he’d expected. She wanted more. She wanted…harder. That command conflicted with his instinct to protect her from harm. He refused to inflict pain upon his mate himself.

But her voice hadn’t conveyed pain; it had conveyed need .

His palm kneaded her ass, soothing the flesh he’d struck.

Urkot trusted Callie. Trusted her to tell him what she desired, to tell him what felt good, to tell him when it hurt or was too much. She trusted him just as much, or else she wouldn’t have asked for more.

“Urkot,” Callie begged, pushing back against his hand. “Please. Do it?—”

He spanked her. Harder.