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“Shh,” he said as he brushed his lips against hers. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” When his lips settled on hers, she opened to him, allowing him to push inside.
Her hands moved up his back, slowly caressing every inch of him, touching him with a gentleness he hadn’t experienced before. “What’s changed?” she whispered.
“The DAA is planning to arrest you. They have footage of you with an og’dal.”
“You said you removed that from their servers.”
“This is different footage.”
“Shit. Who?”
“The second og’dal, the one we haven’t identified. Maggie, please, tell me what you know.”
She pressed her head against his chest, not meeting his eyes. And then her hands slid inside his leather vest, pushing it back and off his shoulders until it fell behind him.
Soft lips kissed his scars where his warrior tattoos used to be. As she ran her tongue over one pectoral muscle, his cocks strained against his trou. He moved one of her hands over them. “This is what you do to me, vasha.”
The corners of her mouth lifted as her hand moved up and down his cocks.
“Don’t tease me.” The words came out gravelly, filled with need. He should leave before things went too far with her, but he’d wanted her for so long. Denying himself was easier when she fought him, but this… He could not resist her like this.
She unfastened the clasp of his trou and slid his pants down his hips. His cocks sprang outward. Her eyes widened, staring at his cocks. “Two,” she whispered. “How very… unique.” Blue eyes tipped up to him as graceful fingers lightly traced along each of his cocks.
When she sank to her knees in front of him, he knew he was in trouble. He couldn’t move, couldn’t tell her to stop, especially as the warm wet heat of her mouth enveloped the tip of his mating cock.
He’d never felt such ecstasy, not even with his pleasure cock. The fact that his upper cock stayed hard for her appeared to be a miracle, but maybe that was because it had been so long since he’d been with a woman. His mating cock had risen for other women, but he’d never used it with them. The doctors warned his mating cock would never stay hard long enough to enter a female or even to achieve his release using his hand. But no other woman infuriated or excited him like Maggie.
She gripped his pleasure cock in her hand, pumping it as she sank deeper onto him. He couldn’t resist the urge to thrust any longer. His hands sank into her hair and held her still. With long, slow strokes he fucked her mouth. Her moans reached inside of him, owning him in that moment.
The moment she dug her fingernails into his ass, he lost all control and shot his cum down her throat. A release… from his mating cock. That couldn’t be!
As he pulled out of her mouth, sky-blue eyes stirred a possessiveness in him he didn’t know he had. He needed to claim this female, to make her his, in every way possible.
* * *
MAGGIE
Maggie’s bodyslammed into the mattress. One by one, Zirkov cut her pants, top, bra, and panties off her and tossed the shredded pieces aside. Cool air brushed over her bare skin as his hands caressed her breasts, ribs, and belly.
His eyes darkened with a feral look as his tongue circled a nipple. Already rock hard, they ached for more. As if he’d read her thoughts, Zirkov pinched the hard peaks, twisting and pulling on them, arousing her until the wetness leaked between her legs.
Her hips rose with a need to grind against him. A hand gripped her pussy, holding her still. One, two fingers entered her as he sucked on a breast.
Her hands gripped the bedsheet as so many sensations pulled at her. Those thick fingers moved from her pussy to her back hole, coating her with a liquid that tingled. A moment later, a thick finger eased inside of her. Then another, stretching her.
“I will take you here as well.”
“Yes,” she said, not wanting the dream to end. The male hovered over her, magnificent horns tempting her to grab hold and never let go. Then Zirkov’s face pierced the fog of her brain. She’d gone to sleep dreaming of him for months now, touching herself while envisioning him thrusting into her. This exceeded any of those dreams.
His horns loomed over her, hooked upward, the tips pointing away from her.
“You’re mine to take. Do you understand that?”
She’d been holding a yellow rose, taking in the sublime fragrance, when he’d appeared in her apartment. There’d been a conversation on her roof. Instructions. She had something to do…
Yes, now she remembered.
Her hands moved up the sides of those horns. So smooth. Lower, she found the bumps along the base beneath his hair. She’d heard touching a zyanthan male’s pleasure nodes would drive him wild, which is what she needed right now. If only she could grind against those horns. Her hips bucked.
