“Lyric,” I growl, my cock alive and eager inside my suit. “What are you doing?”
“Tasting you,” she murmurs once she releases me from her mouth. “Almost dying changes your perspective on life. Makes you want to do the things you secretly crave to do.”
Gripping her hips, I back her against the wall, my cock pressed against her body. “And what else do you secretly want to do?”
Her fingers go to the front of my suit and she unzips it all the way down to just above my cock. “You.”
I sear her with a hot stare. “Elaborate. That’s a pretty broad statement.”
“You’re a pretty broad guy,” she taunts. “I can feel that truth as we speak.”
My hips grind against her to punctuate her statement. “If I take you to bed with me, fiery one, you’re mine.” I lean my forehead to hers. “You sure you want to take it that far?”
Her smile is sweet and vulnerable. “I’ve never been anyone’s. Maybe the idea of being yours is one I really like.”
I reach between us to slowly unfasten the buttons on her shirt. “I don’t know how we got here, Lyric. I never expected it. Never dreamed beyond what seems like silly desires in my past. This, though,” I mutter, pressing my palm to her bare skin beneath her shirt. “This is real and I want it more than anything in my entire life.”
More than Aria.
It’s the unspoken. I don’t need to say it because she understands. Lyric and I can almost communicate wordlessly. The more time we spend together, the more that’s apparent. Maybe it’s all because we started out with the silly truth-teller machine. We were forced to inspect each other closely and confront what we tried to hide from the other. As a result, we can read each other.
“I want it too,” she mutters, her expression intense as she works the zipper lower. “I want you, Hadrian.” Her hand wraps around my naked cock and I hiss in the pleasure of it.
“Lyric,” I growl. “The moment we go into your room, you’re mine forever. You understand? I’m never half into anything. I’m going to want every piece of you. I’m a selfish mort.”
She strokes my cock and grins. “I’m yours. Now show me what it’s like to fuck a monster.”
I lean forward and nip at her bottom lip. “Well, first off, we monsters bite.” I take her shirt in my hands and rip through the fabric, making her gasp. “And we have sharp claws.” I palm her breasts roughly, not unlike how she desperately handles my cock. “The most terrifying thing about us morts is we have paralyzing seed.”
She gulps in a sharp breath. “That should not get me hot, but it totally does.”
Pulling away, I level her with an intense glare. “I’m being serious. The moment I shoot my seed into you, you won’t be able to move. Not a long time, but enough to possibly frighten you.”
“I survived rabid armworms, creepy Big Bird, psycho prison guards, interstellar travel, and The Rades. You think I can’t handle a little forced relaxation?” she asks, clearly miffed. “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”
I kiss her hard, my forked tongue dancing with her rounded, blunt one. Then, I pull away. “Oh, I know you, fiery one. You’re the bravest being I have ever met. I’m giving you a chance to run.” I smile wickedly at her. “But it’s only a head start. One solar, even if it’s not this one, I’ll have you beneath me, frozen and unable to move, as I pump you full of mortlings. Fight me on this, I dare you.”
“Let’s not prolong the inevitable then, predator.”
I grin at her as she grabs my hand and pulls me into her room. Her shirt is in tatters and I rip it the rest of the way off as she desperately peels at my suit. We’ve barely managed to strip out of our clothing before she pulls me onto the bed with her. Her mouth is sweet and addictive—I never get enough of her taste. Once I’m settled between her thighs, my broad body spreading her, I slow down to admire the female.
“You’re so rekking beautiful,” I praise, my voice a whisper. “The most beautiful creature that ever existed.”
She whimpers when I kiss her again, long and deep. My cock rubs along her cunt, but I don’t enter her. I’m reminded of the book I’ve read countless times.
The clit.
I may be eager to have her, but not before bringing her this glorious pleasure it’s the source of. Breaking away from our kiss, I press small kisses along her neck to her chest. Her full breasts jiggle and I stop to taste them, marveling over the hardened nubs of her nipples. When I bite one, she groans and swats at my shoulder.