Alien Claw, page 13
Tok groaned, grinding the tip of his snout against my clit, making me cry out and squirm. The scales on his snout were similar to those on his hands – smaller and more flexible than some of his other scales, creating a scratched-up leather texture that was perfect agony against my needy clit. As he did so, more mating fluid gushed, coating my hair, my clit, my folds. I shuddered at the exquisite tingling burn and stopped breathing entirely when Tok’s forked tongue probed my clit.
“Right there,” I moaned, gripping the back of his neck, careful to avoid the spikes in case they unfolded. But he seemed to be keeping them under very careful control. For now.
Tok’s hands turned to iron on my body as his tongue slipped and swirled. I was already at that sharp edge, already ready to tumble headfirst over.
And I did, clenching and screaming, when his tongues plunged lower, thrusting inside.
The mating fluid was inside me. Scalding me from the inside out as I came, clamping down on Tok’s tongue. He slipped his tongue out of me just long enough to mutter, “So cursedly tight,” before he thrusted the forked appendage back inside.
My eyes were wide open, but I saw nothing. And it wasn’t just because of the darkness. It was because of the orgasm. A double orgasm, it turned out. The twin peaks of Tok’s tongue moved independently of each other, swiping and swirling and prodding every secret point of pleasure. At this angle, the tip of his snout was also pressed firmly into my clit. How the hell was a lass not going to come twice in a row like that?
After the second orgasm ripped through me, leaving me sensitized and shaking, I started pushing against Tok’s head. I couldn’t take any more – not right now, anyway. Pushing against him, of course, was futile in a physical sense. It was like trying to dislodge a boulder from where it had been happily situated for centuries. But the physical nature of my strength, or lack thereof, didn’t matter. Because Tok pulled back, sensing that I needed him to.
There was a second – just the breath of a moment – where Tok paused, his snout still between my legs. He turned his head slightly, opening his jaws against my thigh, the fangs hovering tantalizingly close.
My heart raced, my fingers frozen on his head.
This is it. This is when he bites me. So that he can fuck me.
The thought was equally thrilling and terrifying.
But then, Tok pulled back with a vicious snarling sound. He threw himself down on his side beside me, grabbing me and spinning me until my back was pressed against his abdomen. One massive hand splayed itself against the front of my pelvis, the other heaving on my hip, pressing my thighs together.
His cock nudged, then pressed forward. But not into my pussy. He grunted, urging his hips forward until his cock was clamped between the tops of my thighs. I stared down my body in the darkness, my mouth going dry at the sight of his fat tip poking so far forward between my legs.
He’s so fucking huge...
I kept staring downward, practically hypnotized by the sight of Tok’s clawed hand splayed across my entire pelvis and his dark cock emerging from between my thighs. As he started to thrust, my eyes fell closed, and I moaned. Instinctively, I angled my hips back slightly, so that his cock rubbed against my clit with every move he made.
And holy shit, with those pearls pierced beneath his hide... It was unreal. Ultra-smooth hide pebbled with perfect pressure points. That, combined with the mating fluid still coating me down there, was almost too much to bear. I squeezed my thighs together harder, and Tok’s breath hitched behind me.
“Just like that, treasure,” he groaned against my neck, his tongue tips stroking over my earlobe. “Take me just like that. Feel how good I am to you, for you. Feel how good my cock is right here.”
His pace increased, the smooth-yet-textured shaft of his cock grinding over my folds, my clit. I found myself nodding wordlessly, breathlessly, unable to do anything but agree with him. Because, he was right – his cock was so fucking good.
“Feel how good it is,” he said again, his voice so dark, so husky, that he sounded more like a predator than ever. “Feel how good it is so that when I finally give you my cock, it’s because you begged for it.”
Me, begging?! My eyes flew open, offended by his words. But the third orgasm that slammed through me kept me from arguing with him, kept me from defending myself.
And really, how could I have defended myself, anyway?
Every word he said was fucking true.
Because this feeling, this intensity, this man?
This cock?
Yeah... As much as I hated to admit it...
I could see myself begging.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Tok
I clutched Taylor to me like she was a lifeline. And truly, she was. Everything I breathed for.
Her smooth, slick thighs clamped down on me as she crested her pleasure once again, her small form arching and shuddering against me. My own pleasure was building, my cock urgent in its thrusts between her legs.
At the last moment, I had the foresight to wrench the hides out of the way. It was just in time – I exploded, seed spurting as I growled and pumped my hips. I was glad I had not soaked the hides Taylor needed to use for her bedding, but a feral, ferocious part of me wanted her to sleep in fabric coated with my seed. I wanted her covered, surrounded by it.
We stayed there together, quiet apart from the harsh panting of our breaths. I nuzzled down against her neck and her hair which had once again become tangled. Taylor’s breathing slowed, turned steady and deep, and I realized with a jolt that she had already fallen asleep.
My chest lurched painfully. Asleep so quickly, almost like a child. She needed so much protection, so much care, my little treasure...
I drew the hides up over her form, keeping myself as close as possible in the process. I would not give up this chance – this chance to hold her throughout the night. It was good I needed little sleep. I wanted to be awake, aware, for as much of this time as possible.
Although, shockingly, I was not able to remain in one position next to Taylor the entire time. Bizarrely, she moved about in her sleep, rolling from one side to the other. At one point, she ended up on her stomach with her knees tucked beneath her chest, her rump up in the air, her cheek smushed into the floor, and I’d had to avert my gaze from that for fear that I’d grow hard again. Her backside curving so prettily was far too tempting. And she didn’t just change position – she sometimes threw her limbs about, punching into the air before settling into stillness once again. I’d watched her strange nighttime dance half with fascination, half with concern. Perhaps that is why she needs to sleep so long. The time she spends sleeping is not actually spent resting, but fighting off invisible enemies...
I did get a small bit of rest myself, enough to see me through the next leg of the journey. As dawn brushed its soft tongue against the horizon, I left the shelter to hunt for food. I quickly saw and killed a nearby rakdo, making short work of the meal.
By the time I had finished eating, I heard stirring from within the shelter. And then, so soft, so questioning, so searching that my tail snapped behind me in a surge of lethal affection, came the call of my name.
“Tok?”
I wrenched aside the curtain I’d created with the tent hides. Taylor was sitting up in the bed and she flinched, her face crumpling inward as the light flooded the space. I stepped inside, letting the curtain fall so that it was shadowy again. I cannot let myself forget her vulnerabilities. She is vulnerable even against the sun.
“Good morning, treasure,” I drawled, enjoying the way Taylor’s cheeks flushed dark pink at the sight of me.
What I did not enjoy was the way she pulled the hides up to cover her nakedness.
But perhaps that was for the best. We needed to continue our journey. It would not do to waste time with the distraction of carnal pleasures. Of course, I would be happy for such a distraction. But we only had seven days. And I knew seeing the Bitter Sea records was important to Taylor.
And thus, it was important to me.
“We should reach our destination today if we move quickly,” I said, seating myself beside her on the stone.
The sleepy, scrunched-up expression on her face melted away as she perked up at my words.
“Och, really? That’s great,” she said, smiling eagerly. I brushed away a few curls from her face before letting the pad of my thumb draw a line down her cheek to her lower lip.
Perhaps we could spare some time for a few distractions...
But Taylor was made of stronger stuff than me. With another smile, she pulled back from my touch.
“I need to get organized,” she said, already looking around the place, anticipating packing her things. As she did so, I watched her, taking all of her in. The snoutless face that I’d grown to love beyond anything else, with those greenish-brown eyes and little pink mouth. The mane of brown hair tumbling to her back.
“Do you want me to help with your hair again?” I asked, my fingers itching to bury themselves in the warm strands. But my mate shook her head.
“No, that’s OK. I’ll deal with it tonight.” She grabbed something from her pack next to her – a small loop of stretchy-looking hide. Then she twisted her hair on top of her head, tying it tightly until the knot of hair looked like a small bird perched on a stone.
“Very well,” I said, a little sad to see her hair tied away. Taylor looked around once more, then her gaze fell on me, her cheeks turning even redder.
“Do you mind going outside for a few minutes so I can get ready?”
So she did not want me around her while she dressed, then. I kept myself from showing my disappointment. As I’d told her before, my hopes, my feelings, were not her responsibility. I’d shoulder them myself, working and working until there was no more disappointment to be had. Because she’d accepted me.
“I will fetch you some valok,” I said, rising and moving to the shelter’s curtain. I pulled it aside more slowly this time, not wanting to shock her with the bright thrust of morning light. I did allow myself a small peek backwards, to see if I could catch a glimpse of her nakedness in the daylight. But she had anticipated me, fixing me with a hard look, one of her brows quirking upwards.
“Out you go now,” she said, flapping her hand at me. “Shoo.” She’d said that word to me before. It was a word I was coming to loathe because it was a dismissal.
But every command my mate gave would be followed. Setting my shoulders in determination, I turned from her beauty and headed back outside.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Taylor
It was bloody hard to get ready. My muscles were as jiggly as a tipsy laird trifle after last night. As I quickly cleaned myself with the talka I’d brought, I remembered last night – the intensity of everything that had happened. And not just the physical stuff, either. But the other stuff, too. My eyes caught on the notebook, open to the page where Tok had painstakingly written the letters of my name over and over again.
A throb went through my chest and throat when I thought of everything that had happened between Tok and me. That throb moved lower when I cleaned myself between my legs, remnants of the mating fluid twanging against my nerve endings.
I dressed in a clean uniform with clean underwear and socks, sudsing up my dirty clothing with talka gel to clean it. After shrugging into my jacket and popping on my sunglasses, I packed up the bag, rolled up the bedding hides, and stepped out into the bright sunlight with everything in my arms.
Tok was waiting for me, and my stomach muscles clenched, my heart rate increasing at the sight of him. The effect he was having on me hadn’t eased since we’d given in to the sexual tension between us last night. If anything, it was getting stronger.
At Tok’s feet were numerous valok plants, far more than I could slurp up.
“I won’t be able to use all that, and they’re a bit too big to try to take them all in my bag,” I told him, dumping the bag and bedding hides down. I laid my freshly-cleaned clothing on a nearby rock, knowing the desert air and sunlight would have it all dry in no time.
“I know,” Tok said, turning from me to take down the curtain he’d created with the tent hides. I watched his back as he worked, chewing my lip as his muscles bunched beneath his golden scales. “But I always want you to have more than you need, Taylor.”
He turned to face me as he rolled the tent hides into a tight, neat bundle in his claws.
God, he was gorgeous. His eyes were piercing and yellow in this light, and the heavy brow ridges and even the snout had a regal sort of shape to them. Those eyes never left me as I looked him over, taking in every impressive inch. My gaze snagged on his groin, and I whipped around, pretending to check to see if my clothes were dry so that I didn’t throw our entire day off track with the sudden urge to rub up against him.
Tok would probably indulge that urge, or any other I had. But I really wanted to get to the coast, and I certainly didn’t want him to get in trouble with his fearsome king for being late upon his return.
After some valok, and once my clothes were well and truly dry, we finished packing everything away. Tok retrieved the saddle, bone pole, and spear from the shelter, and soon enough we were ready to go.
We moved fast, maybe even faster than the pace we’d set the last few days. The closer we got to the Bitter Sea, the more powerfully Tok’s limbs churned over the landscape, as if drawn homeward by a physical force.
I couldn’t blame him – I was no less excited myself. The land was stark and beautiful beyond Gahn Taliok’s mountains – stretching red plains marked here and there by rock and large, flat-branched babkit trees. And beyond that? Becoming more and more visible with every step, a ribbon of reflective light on the horizon? The Bitter Sea.
We reached the coast by late afternoon. We ran along the beach, following the water, until we found an area shaded by babkit trees. These trees were huge, bigger than the ones I was used to seeing in the desert. They had monstrous trunks, some of them probably 5 or even 8 metres tall. Unlike Earth trees, they didn’t have leaves or thin branches. Their branches were wide and flat, like paddles, the same brown colour as their trunks. Tok slowed and then stopped under the shade of the trees.
I raced behind a tree to pee quickly, then ran back around, dying to check out the beach. I came to stand next to Tok, shaking my head and smiling widely.
“What do you think of the Bitter Seas?” Tok asked. I could feel his gaze boring into the side of my hood, a hood I quickly slipped back, considering we were under the shade of the thick babkit branches. I pushed my sunglasses up on top of my head, like a hairband keeping stray frizzy curls in place.
“It’s gorgeous,” I said, meaning it. Already, this had been worth the long trip.
The flat reddish ground of the plains broke up into rocks of varying sizes that led into the water. There was a small inlet under the shade of the trees that was sandy instead of rocky, the sand the same glinting copper-gold of the desert we’d come from. The inlet was ringed with rocks and sheltered by the babkit trees. It looked like a postcard. There were lots of savagely beautiful places on this planet, but this was the first spot that actually looked somewhat enticing.
Grinning, I ran to the water’s edge in the sandy area, kicking off my boots, balling up my socks, and dumping my pack. I took a step into the water, expecting it to be frigid the way the water often was at the beaches back home. But I gasped with pleasure to find the shallow water here just barely cool. Lovely against my skin in the heat, but not shockingly cold.
I was aware of Tok, who’d followed me, looming. Watching.
I turned to look at him. My insides turned to ooze at the sight of him. Huge and handsome in his reptilian alien way, his eyes relentless upon me.
A flash of this morning’s modesty returned. I was dying to strip down and swim a little, but even in the shade, I’d still be getting naked in broad daylight! And the harsh light on this planet left nothing to the imagination, even under the trees like I was. But as the water lapped invitingly at my ankles, a boldness overtook the modesty from before. Holding Tok’s gaze steady, I unzipped my jacket, removing it and tossing it to the sand. I wasn’t wearing my bra – it had been packed away after I’d cleaned it, and Tok visibly tensed, his potent yellow eyes tracking down to where my nipples puckered under the thin fabric of my tank top. My nipples weren’t reacting because of the cold – far from it. Even with the cool water on my feet, I was still hot out here. I was reacting because of Tok – his nearness. His gaze.
Swallowing, heart pounding, I shimmied out of my trousers, tossing them to shore along with my jacket. I was now in my tank top and underwear. I definitely could have kept them on and swam like that. But I didn’t know how long we’d be staying in this spot, and I didn’t really want to deal with wet clothes, no matter how quickly they might dry in the heat.
I crossed my arms over my body, grasping the hem of my tank top. Tok’s nostrils flared, his spikes twitching as he watched me. I paused for a rapid beat of my heart, holding my breath.
Then I yanked my tank top off.
After that, it was a quick movement to get my underwear off, too. Skin burning, and not from the sun, I stood bare and naked before Tok.
A distinct bulge throbbed at his groin, but he appeared to ignore it, all his attention on me.
“What are you doing, little mate?” he asked, his voice a low hiss.
“I’m going swimming,” I replied with mock innocence. My smile turned slightly wicked. “I bet you can’t catch me.”
It was a ridiculous assertion. Of course he could catch me – on land or in water.
And I wanted him to.
