Page 165 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Clair,” he breathed against her lips, her name both a prayer and a warning. “It’s not enough. The need… it’s a fire. It’s burning me up from the inside!”

Even as he spoke, she saw it happen—a crimson flicker at the edges of his irises, like embers catching dry tinder. The gold drowned in a rising tide of violent red. His lips curled back from his lengthened fangs in a snarl that was all animal.

“Fuck, your mouth is sweet, baby,” he growled, his voice dropping back into that dark, gravelly register. “But I want the other one. I want to bury my face between your thighs and drink until you scream.”

The shift was so fast it left her dizzy. Clair realized the kiss she’d given the big Hybrid had been like slapping a Band-Aid on a gushing wound. He needed more of the cure-compound, and he needed it delivered deeper and faster.

The scientific part of her brain, running on adrenaline and dread, presented the most efficient solution—fluids and direct absorption.

Her gaze dropped to the terrifying, prominent bulge straining against the front of his black trousers. It was a blatant, physical manifestation of the virus’s imperative. What was between his legs was the source. And if the cure was in her… then her own body was the delivery system.

She had to try something else—something much more intimate than a kiss.

Her hands, which had been clutching his shoulders, trembled violently as they moved to his belt. The cold buckle was a shock against her fingers.

“What are you doing?” Kaelus rasped, his head tilting. The red in his eyes pulsed with interest.

“Giving you what you need,” Clair whispered, her voice surprisingly steady.

She unfastened the buckle, her fingers fumbling with the magno tabs beneath. Every rational instinct screamed at her to run. But the part of her that loved this brilliant, grumpy, secretly tender male—the part that had felt his worshipful touch in the dim room on Titus Four when he massaged her and bathed her so tenderly afterwards—would not let him go.

With a final tug, she pulled his trousers open and freed him.

A sharp gasp caught in her throat when she saw what she had unleashed. She’d seen him before, of course, but somehow her brain had managed to blank out how big he really was.

Even in his semi-hard state, Kaelus’s cock was immense. Thick and long, it curved upwards towards his flat belly, the broad head already glistening with a bead of moisture. And as she stared, he seemed to swell even bigger under her gaze, becoming fully, intimidatingly erect.

“Look at that,” he purred, his predatory growl laced with dark pride. “All for you, my little Lissa’ra. All that hard, aching flesh wants is to be buried in your tight little cunt. But why don’t you put your pretty mouth on it first? Suck me and make me nice and wet so I can slide into your hot little pussy.”

His dirty talk, delivered in that deep, gravelly voice as his crimson eyes burned into her, should have repulsed Clair. Instead, it sent a forbidden, liquid heat pooling between her thighs.

The virus was stripping away every civilized layer from the big Hybrid—exposing a raw, possessive desire that somehow mirrored the depth of her own hidden feelings—twisted and amplified into something monstrous but Clair didn’t care about that. She only cared about saving Kaelus.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward before she could lose her nerve.

She didn’t know how to do this gracefully, not under these circumstances. She’d never been with a man anywhere near as big as Kaelus. Her ex had barely been the size of one of the big Hybrid’s fingers and now she was contemplating the most massive cock she’d ever seen. How was she going to get all this in her mouth?

Well, there was nothing to do but start, Clair told herself. She pressed a tentative, kiss to the broad head where the bead of precum was. The taste was salty, hot, and uniquely Kaelus. Oh God—she liked it, she realized. Liked it and wanted more. Heart pounding, she kissed more deeply, tracing the small slit at the tip with her tongue to get more of his flavor.

A shuddering groan tore from Kaelus’s throat, and his hips jerked against the restraints.

“Yes… use that sweet mouth, baby! Take me deeper—take my cock deep,” he growled hoarsely.

Encouraged by his reaction—and by the sheer, desperate necessity of what she was doing—Clair opened her lips and took him into her mouth. She could only manage a few inches—the width was stretching her jaw. But she did the best she could, swirling her tongue around the wide head, licking away his pre-cum.

As she sucked and licked, she was hoping desperately that the curative compounds from the veloria nectar were present in her saliva, and that they were seeping into him. She couldn’t be sure if they were or not, but at least Kaelus seemed to be enjoying himself.

“Gods, yes… suck my cock, Clair,” he growled. “Suck it deeper—let me fuck that pretty mouth!”

His words, filthy and graphic, washed over her as she bobbed her head, establishing a rhythm. She stroked the thick pole of flesh with both hands as she sucked, kneeling between his thighs.

As she worked on him, one of the big Hybrid’s hands, still manacled, clenched into a fist, the metal groaning in protest. The other strained against its restraint, the thick band of alloy bending visibly, screeching against the force of his pull.

“I’m gonna come,” he snarled, his voice a hungry growl. “I’m gonna flood that pretty throat. Swallow it, Clair. Take it all—take my seed!”

The last word was almost a roar and Clair had the idea that if his hands were free, the big Hybrid would have shoved her head down to make her take even more of his shaft down her throat. Since his hands were manacled to the arms of the chair, however, he thrust up instead, shoving the broad head to the back of her throat.

His release hit without further warning—hot, salty spurts flooded her mouth—so much more than she expected! Clair swallowed reflexively—once…twice…then over and over, driven by the dual imperatives of not choking and trying to deliver the cure.