Page 144 of The Hunter

“No,” he repeated more vehemently.

Telok sank down onto his forelegs, dropping his lower hands and hooking them behind Lacey’s thighs while he wrapped his upper arms around her. He swept her legs out from beneath her and laid her down on the bedding, bracing himself over her on his upper hands.

“Telok!” She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”

“And I want to release inside your sweet, hot pussy.”

Tugging her close, he guided her legs around his waist, clamped his claspers over them, and notched his cock against her entrance. He pushed inside her slowly, tantalizingly, torturously, making her feel every inch of him. Lacey let out a shuddering breath as his wide head and thick shaft stretched her.

Telok purred. “I want to fill you with my seed, to plant it deep until your belly swells with my broodling.”

As slowly as he’d entered, he drew back and pushed deeper. Lacey’s lashes fluttered, and she whimpered at the friction against her inner walls. After days of him denying her this, denying her of him, the feeling of Telok inside her was wholly sublime.

She scored her nails down his chest and arched up into him. “More. I need all of you.”

His mandibles rose in a smile made wicked by the glint in his eyes. “Patience, vi’jatai.”

“Where was yours a second ago?”

He lowered his face and brushed his hard mouth against her temple. “I did not act because I was impatient for my pleasure. I seek only yours.”

Rising, Telok continued those slow, measured thrusts, filling that hollowness inside her and instilling her with a new, visceral ache that coiled tighter and tighter in her core.

His lower hands caged her hips, guiding her body upon his pumping cock and ensuring he alone set their pace. All the while, he kept his eyes upon her, a watchful hunter, a giving lover, a devoted mate.

Every deep push of his cock hurtled her closer to the cliff’s edge, but they weren’t enough to send her over. They held her there on the precipice, taunting her, consuming her, setting her every nerve alight while keeping her suspended in the agonizing need to come.

Lacey writhed and clawed at Telok, begging him to take her faster, harder, deeper. But he didn’t listen, and every time she reached for her clit, he swatted her hand away, sending a clear message.

Her pleasure was at his whim. He was in control.

Yet she knew that control was tenuous. Knew it by the prick of his claws against her flesh, the quaking in his limbs, the twitching of his cock, knew it by the harshness of his breathing and the low growls rolling from his chest.

He was battling his own instincts, and he was about to lose.

“Telok, please,” Lacey panted, body quivering, skin damp with perspiration. She arched her back, squeezing her breasts in her hands as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “My luveen, my husband. No more. Please…”

“You are mine,” he declared.

“Yes.”

One of his hands lifted from the floor and flattened low on her belly. That added pressure deepened the sensations of his stroking cock. With his clawless thumb, he stroked her clit. “My joy. My pleasure. My purpose. My heartsthread.”

She let out a low, surrendering moan. “Yes.”

“Say your human words to me.”

Lacey’s brow creased as she tried to think through the euphoria assaulting her. “What…”

He pressed his thumb firmly on her clit, stilling it. Lacey cried out in pleasure and frustration.

“Say the words,” Telok demanded with a hard thrust, keeping his cock lodged in place.

“I don’t know what words you want!”

“Love,” he growled. His thumb lazily stroked her swollen clit. “I want your love. Need it.”

High-pitched, escalating cries escaped Lacey. Her thighs trembled, her core clenched, and a force she could not control beckoned her to close her eyes and surrender. But she refused, keeping her eyes locked with his.