I had to rely solely on myself now. As my girls would say, I was so fucking tired of this shit. It was time to get the hell out of here.
1
Destiny, Planet Alera, The Royal Palace
“Harder.”
With my ankles over Nix’s shoulders, he was bottoming out in me with every deep thrust. The raw sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, mixed with our ragged breathing and a growl from Nix every once in a while. My pussy should have been sore. Hell, it should have been broken by now.
We were two days into our little staycation at the palace and my Ardor hadn’t been soothed. Our bodies were sweaty, we were covered in cum, because while Nix had put it all deep inside my pussy every time he came, I’d barely let him out of me and it had all slipped free. My thighs, my belly, his belly, his balls, his thighs. The sheets. It was everywhere.
I lost track of how many times we’d come. Nix’s balls should have shriveled up and fallen off by now. But no. He was still hard, still pounding me with an insatiability that matched my own. Thank God. Because I wanted more.
His hands gripped my ankles and pushed forward—I’d never doubt a yoga workout ever again—and he did as I requested. Took me harder. He leaned over me, bending me into a pretzel; the new angle had the base of his cock rubbing my clit, pushing me to the brink.
“It’s not working,” I sobbed, my head thrashing on the sheets.
Nix’s jaw clenched and his eyes met mine. “It’s working, mate. You should be unconscious by now from all the orgasms.”
Tears slid out of the corners of my eyes. “That’s just it. I’m not. I need more. How can I need more?”
A wicked grin spread across his handsome face. “Because you’re mine. We belong together. Your pussy is mine. It knows me. Needs me.”
“Yes, but this much?” I asked.
He pulled back, stilled. I whimpered. What the fuck? He couldn’t stop.
“If you are thinking and talking in coherent sentences, then I am not doing it right.”
He gripped both my ankles in one hand and turned, rolling me unceremoniously onto my stomach. Carefully, he lowered my legs so my toes touched the floor. One hand tucked under my hips and banded about my waist as his foot kicked my own wide. Then wider.
I felt the wide crown of his cock at my entrance and he slid in again.
My eyes fell closed and I groaned at the new position, at the way his cock stroked over new places. My fingers curled into the bedding and held on as he took me even harder.
“You. Are. My. Mate.” Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust, fucking me in cadence. “You. Need. Orgasms. And. I. Will. Give. Them. To. You.”
My clit rubbed against the mattress and I came, the hard pounding exactly what I needed.
I cried out his name, sobbed through the pleasure, the feel of him swelling and coming, filling me again with his seed. But that was nothing to the ravenous hunger I had for his skin, his heat. His energy. My body pulled at his, that was the only way I could describe it. I drained his heat, absorbed it into my skin. Sucked it up like a sponge.
Somehow, he knew, leaning over me, pressing every inch of his chest to my back, his hips to my ass, his thighs to mine. Contact. Skin. Heat. It was better than any drug I’d ever experimented with on Earth. Better than a hot bath, a massage and hot sex rolled into one. Combined with the orgasm, and his seed, and the megawatt of energy my body was absorbing on the inside—from his cock—I was blissing out.
At once, it was like a drug fix. The clawing need to fuck eased.
I began to count, silently, in my mind. I made it to thirty before the need came back to life inside me, clawing and twisting its way through my cells like a fever. Or a curse. I wanted him again. Needed more. More. More. Jesus.
“Fuck.” I moaned the word into the bedding, hoping he wouldn’t hear me. This damn Aleran Ardor was a relentless bitch. I didn’t know how Nix was still walking, let alone feeding my body energy along with his seed. He must be some kind of Superman.
No. He wasn’t human. I had to remember that. He was Aleran. He was built for this shit. I was not. Being this dependent, this freaking needy was not making me happy. The human half of me was sulky and depressed. Confused and pissed off. I shouldn’t be this desolate at the idea of him removing his cock from my body. It was insane.
Nix pulled out and I hissed, not used to feeling empty. His seed trickled down my thighs.
He spanked my ass with the palm of his hand, not hard, but enough to sting. “I thought that’s what we just did. Again?”
I climbed up onto the bed, then dropped, sighed. The tangled sheets felt cool on my heated skin. All at once, I was tired. Bone weary. Exhausted. I still felt the tingle beneath my skin, the need that I knew would grow from a smoldering fire to an inferno soon enough. And the worst? I wanted Nix to climb up onto this bed, wrap his arms around me, and hold me. Hold me?
Two words I had never spoken to a man in my life. What. The. Fuck? That screamed dependent, needy, weak female. No man would want a woman that clingy. Especially not a warrior like Nix. He was hard core. I knew a soldier when I saw one. A no bullshit, no drama, alpha male. They didn’t go for women like me. They wanted control and I refused to be controlled. Which led me in a circle back to my original problem. Ardor.