His grip tightened on her hips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not afraid.”
He groaned. “I am.”
But he sank down to the floor of the flight deck, settling her weight across his lap. His hands stroked up her back, his fingers twined in her hair.
“Like silk,” he whispered jaggedly, bending his head to her neck, inhaling deeply.
Lyra arched into his touch as his big hands roamed over her body, exploring the curve of her hips into her waist, sliding up the sensitive skin over her ribs, sweeping in to palm her breasts. She moaned as her nipples pebbled, sensitive and raw inside her flight suit.
Asier stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
Lyra shook her head. “No.” She pressed her body into his hands. “The opposite.”
He made that low rumbling sound in his chest, and Lyra felt the vibration in her own body. He bent his head to her neck again, pressed his lips to her feverish skin. His tongue touched her pulse, and she felt the faint scrape of a fang. A shudder ran over her skin.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. She had to have him—all of him. She gripped the open edges of Asier’s jacket to steady herself as she brought her mouth to his.
Asier leaned down, making it easier for her, his heavy-lidded gaze pinned on her parted lips.
He remembered himself at the last possible second, jerking back.
“We can’t risk it,” he said raggedly. “If you’re intoxicated, I’ll lose control.”
Lyra rose up in his lap, bringing herself face to face with him. She touched his jaw, gently turning his head so she could look into his eyes.
“I don’t want you in control.” She leaned in close, pressed her lips to his cheek. “I want all of you.” She drifted closer to his mouth. “Nothing held back.” She pressed her mouth to his, gently, questioningly.
Asier groaned, and his lips parted for her. Their tongues slid together. Lyra tightened her hold on the back of his neck as the languid, heady intoxication stole over her. She felt the moment her own pheromonal influence hit Asier. His body stiffened beneath her, his grip becoming crushingly strong.
Chapter Nine
Sexual urgency swept through her, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She shoved Asier’s jacket from his shoulders, ripped his trousers open.
He was just as enthralled, pulling the zipper down her flight suit so roughly that he ripped it from the seams. She pulled her arms from the sleeves, baring her upper body to the cool air of the flight deck. Asier pushed her down on her back and ripped the flight suit down her legs, stripping her naked.
“Asier,” she gasped,
Asier’s eyes had gone sharp and predatory. He kept her pinned with his gaze while he knelt between her legs and pulled his jacket off. His open trousers slid low on his powerful hips, revealing the thick head of his cock—a darker lustrous gray from the rest of his skin.
A deep growl rumbled in his chest, and he moved with a predator’s swift grace, covering her body with his. His big hands pressed against the deck on either side of her head, and his pelvis sank down to hers.
He was big and strong and inescapable—but she didn’t want to escape. She wanted him to take, devour, consume. She reached up, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, slid her knees along the sides of his broad torso. The powerful ridge of his erection pressed directly against her clit, and she rolled her hips up against it, feeling the rough scrape of his trousers against her sensitive flesh.
That deep growl vibrated in his chest again, and she felt it inside herself.
“Mine,” he snarled. His mouth descended on hers in a hard, devouring kiss. The toxin flooded into her senses again, taking her higher, hotter. His fangs scraped her lips and tongue, but it was a welcome pain that made her cry out. She bit his bottom lip, hard enough to hurt a human, but it only made him growl and thrust against her.
“Pants,” she gasped against his open mouth, trying in vain to use her legs to push his trousers down his legs.
He pushed himself back, rearing over her, and shoved his trousers down, revealing his naked body in its full glory. The silver-bright fur on his his chest arrowed in a straight line down his abdomen and spread between his thighs, framing an intimidatingly large cock.
Oh no. Even with the lust-drugged haze of his toxin singing through her veins, the sight of that giant member sent a pang of fear through her. Too big.
Long and thick and bigger than anything that had ever been inside of her before, it was as stunning as it was terrifying. Engorged and darker than his surrounding flesh, it nevertheless gleamed with that same subtle luster as the rest of him. She could’ve measured his pulse with each heavy throb of his erection.
“It won’t fit,” Lyra gasped, crawling away.
Asier caught her by the calf, dragging her back. Despite her misgiving, his strength and his mastery over her only fanned the flame of her arousal. She felt her slickness on her own skin. Asier’s hands slid beneath her ass, lifting her hips from the deck so that he could lean down and inhale the scent of her.
“I’ll fit,” he growled, bending his head and sweeping his tongue through the core of her slick flesh.
Lyra cried as her back bowed, nearly lifting her shoulders off the deck. Asier growled his approval, and turned her onto her hands and knees.
One big hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her down until her cheek was pressed to the floor, and her ass was up in the air. He kept her pinned in place with one hand, while a satisfied, animalistic groan rumbled in his chest.
Lyra looked back, both needing and fearing what was about to happen. He took his shaft in hand and positioned the broad, flaring crown against her slick opening. The hot pressure of it was a warning and a promise.
Her toes curled and her heart thundered. “Asier,” she gasped, even as her hips rocked in anticipation. “You’re too big. I’m not made for this.”
“This is exactly what you’re made for.”
He gripped her hips and pressed into her, just the tip, parting her slick folds and spreading her tender flesh wide. She was dripping wet for him. His fingers dug into her flesh. He was going to leave marks.
“You were made to be fucked.” He thrust hard, pushing an inch of that unbearably thick shaft into her.
Lyra screamed. The pain twined itself around a bolt of pleasure. She trembled, helpless, pinned to the ground by his big hands and his big shaft. Her body clenched around the massive intrusion. She was so wet, but he was too big, filling her too full, stretching her too wide.
She whimpered as he continued to sink into her. Slowly—so slowly.
“You were made to fucked and filled with my seed.” He thrust again, gaining another inch.
Lyra couldn’t separate pleasure from pain. They were one and the same, a lightning bolt of ecstatic agony. She couldn’t turn her ass up any higher, couldn’t spread her thighs any wider. She was wet and dripping for him, sobbing with need, shaking with it.
“You were made to be bred.”
He thrust another hard inch. She cried out, mindless with sensation.
“Made to have your belly filled with my seed.”
His fingers curled hard into her hips, and he used his overpowering strength to drag her backwards, making her take every brutal, agonizing, ecstatic inch until he buried himself to the hilt. His hips slammed against her ass. His sac, heavy with seed, swung against her clit. The head of his cock pressed deep inside her body—deeper than she’d ever been taken.