The Wanting (D'Shar Men 1)

“I’m not like human males, Zasha,” he said.

His somber tone stilled her exploration of his body.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Shar men mate for life. The first moment I saw you, I wanted to rip your clothes off and take you across my desk,” Phelan said.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the admission. Her thigh pressed together in a failed attempt to contain the creaminess that flowed onto her inner thighs. If what he said was true, the pull she felt to him had an explanation.

“W-why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you were too young for all the things I will demand of you,” he said. “The bond between us is unbreakable, and as such, I felt you deserved to enjoy your youth.”

The thoughtfulness he’d shown melted her on the inside. Lust stirred and shaken with a deeper emotion filled her as his past actions were explained.

“What kind of things do you demand?”

“I demand all, Zasha, but I promise to give the same in return.”

“All?” she asked.

“Yes, Zasha. We have a lot of lost time to make up for,” he said.

He rushed forward too fast for her human eyes to track, and the rate he stripped their clothes made her dizzy.

God, he was so beautiful. His tan chest must have been carved by sculptures hands and his taut abs jumped as she raked her nails down them. Her eyes lowered to his engorged cock, and she felt her stomach flutter. He was about eight inches long and thick, with a swollen blue head that yielded a drop of blue pre-cum. That light blue matched the light cerulean glow that dusted the rest of his body. She knew the Shar achieved this glow when they experienced strong emotions. That she could provoke such a response made her lean in to lick the drops away. It was one of the first things they’d explained when they arrived. His sugary tang lingered like candy on her tongue.

“You’re sweet,” she whispered.

Her hand wrapped around the base as she sucked him into the heat of her mouth and hallowed her cheeks.

“Shit, Zasha!”

Careful to relax the muscles in her throat, she took him deep. Her eyes rapt on his face as she studied him beneath her lashes. With his lips parted and his face flushed with passion, he was beautiful. This was the side of Phelan she wanted to see for so long. He snapped the band of her ponytail holder in two and buried his fingers in the hair that escaped. When more of his sweet nectar exploded on her tongue, she moved her greedy mouth faster.

“No,” he said.

His fist tightened in her hair as he removed her from his firm dick.

“When I come for the first time, I want it to be inside you.”

He helped her to her feet and moved them over to stand beside the bed. A gentle push toppled her to the mattress, and she spread her legs wide to accommodate his large frame. Their sweat mingled as he pinned her down with the lower half of his body. His breath was a tickle on her ear before he moved down to bite the skin of her neck. Her nerves were on fire as the prick of his sharp teeth made her shriek. She felt her delicate skin split to yield the crimson liquid that gave her life.

His whisper of, “You are in me now, Zasha.” The most erotic thing she’d ever heard.

Zasha looked up to view Phelan’s lips, swollen from kisses and stained red. The sight a combination that horrified as it evoked foreign urges. Her nails clawed and ripped at his back leaving blue trails of blood in its wake. Frantic, she ground against his stiffness. She needed relief from the cruel torture of his cock against her entrance.

“I want to be gentle, Zasha. I am trying so hard for your sake. But if you don’t stop—”

“Be rough,” she said.

“You chose this,” he said.

Animalistic snarls came from his throat as he lined himself and drove deep. The scream that left her mouth as her barrier tore was high shrill.

“I can’t stop, Zasha, can’t slow down,” he said.

The feverish words were spoken in Sharian. The foreign language was an intimacy that made her gush fresh juices. There were few humans who were fluent in Sharian, and she’d never imagined she would hear it in this context when she learned it back in school. Calloused fingertips dug into her hips as he pinned her to the bed. His engorged member filled every inch of her there was. The bump of his head against her cervix made her twinge as her walls clamped down around him.