Sang grinned, kissing me with long, slow licks. I tasted myself on him as well as the sweetness of his venom and saliva.
He didn't take me slowly this time; he gave me all his feral wildness and slammed his body into mine, his cock so thick that my pussy clung to him even after so many orgasms, and it feltdivine. I'd never had this many orgasms at once before, but I couldn't get enough of Sang, my monster, my mate.
"Sang," I choked out, throwing my arms around him as he adjusted the angle and sent a shot through my nerves, grinding himself against my clit as he stroked deep. When the nubs on his cock fluttered, I whimpered and arched up into him.
"My sweet human," he praised, a purr rattling his throat as he held me close, driving deep and fast, his barbs making sure to find every weak spot and reduce me to shuddering gasps. "My perfect Hala. That's it, grip me just like that. You feel so good. Nothing has ever felt this good."
Ever? My chest ached with a fierce rush of emotion. I hoped Sang meant every obsessive claim he made, because I couldn't ever let him go now. He was a part of me, anchored in my soul.
I wrapped my legs around him as he sank deep, his breathing turning to ruptured pants, and one more long, deep stroke ruined me. I buried my face in Sang's shoulder as pleasure tore through me like a destructive force, every wave rougher, sharper.
"Yes," Sang rasped, and followed me over the edge, filling me with forceful throbs until I was writhing and whining, so full,toofull. "Oh fuck, yes, take all of me."
When he said everything, I hadn't quite realised how mucheverythingthere was. I felt stretched to my limit, but I was greedy for every groan and grunt Sang made, and the desperate way he gripped my body made me happy for a reason I couldn't explain.
"Beautiful, sweet human," he rasped when his cock finally stilled, kissing every bare inch of skin he could reach, murmuring praises in between each one. "My human. Mine. Shall we sleep like this?"
"Um. No?" I laughed, my eyelids heavy. I didn't deny I wanted to sleep, my body tipping towards exhaustion, but with his cock inside me?
He laughed softly, kissing the edge of my jaw, and carefully withdrew. I made a face at the wet slosh of fluids that left me, but the animalistic expression twisting Sang's face made me swallow.
"Yesss," he hissed, watching it drip out of me. A low, thunderous purr started in his chest and didn't stop for long minutes. "Please can we sleep like this?"
My face burned, but since he'd saidplease…"Ah, okay."
Sang launched at me with a deeper purr and a grin, kissing and snuggling. I ignored the wetness on my inner thighs, letting the warmth of being held fill up my soul. I didn't feel quite so broken or alone as before, and I knew it was crazy that I was falling for these men so soon, but I couldn't deny my emotions.
When he turned me onto my side and wrapped his whole self around me, nestling my back against his chest, an unexpected rush of safety made me sigh, my eyes shutting.
"Sang's got you now," he murmured, kissing the back of my neck as he nestled closer. "I'll never let anything bad happen to you. I promise."
I knew he wouldn't. And for now, I felt safe from the keepers and the other weapons hunting me.
17
Iwas back in the hutch, and a prickling knot of apprehension told me it was that day. The day everything went wrong. It hadn't started off like that; like a lot of other days in the year since Vann entered the hutch, we sat together in a corner of the rec room, an old film on the fuzzy TV and the buzz of hesitant conversations around us.
"I don't even know what that is," I laughed, wrinkling my nose at Vann.
He didn't look anything like I first expected him to. He had floppy black hair that fell into his eyes when he got excited, fluttering his hands as he spoke—like right now—and vivid blue eyes that seared into my lonely soul. He was so much taller than me that my head barely came up to his shoulder, had tattoos that swirled down his arms, and he looked completely out of place wearing the plain grey clothes the keepers gave us. Like he'd fit much better in jeans and a leather jacket than scratchy polyester.
"You don't know what a nacho is?" he demanded, his mouth hanging open in exaggerated shock.
I rolled my eyes. I could have pointed out I'd never been outside the hutch and only ate what the keepers brought me, but Vann went distant and angry whenever I mentioned that. Like he was thinking about doing something stupid and dangerous and heroic.
That was Vann through and through—stupid, dangerous, and heroic. He was my best friend, and I couldn't remember how I'd survived without him.
"Okay," he said seriously, leaning forward and drawing the attention of my keeper—until he heard our topic of conversation and walked away, bored. "It's got these triangle corn chips, right, with meat sauce on top, and salsa, and cheese—so much fucking cheese."
I snorted, leaning against the wall and watching him animatedly explain. "I don't know what half of those things are."
"Uncultured swine," he joked, earning a scowl and a slap.
He clutched his arm as if I'd used my magic to melt it to goop, making a pitiful wail that got him a warning and a threatening point of the electrified prod from another keeper.
"Keep your hair on, I'm only playing," he huffed at the squat man with a bald spot in the middle of his mousy hair.
"You can't talk to him like that!" I gasped, and rushed out, "He's sorry.Reallysorry."