Alien Claw, page 17
I nodded, a wordless promise. Tok held my gaze for a beat.
Then he sank into me.
Not all the way, of course. It was little more than the tip.
“Cursed waves,” he swore again. “Treasure... You are perfect.” He nudged further inside, groaning, “Perfect and mine.”
He was the one who was perfect. Filling me so completely. Giving me exactly what I craved. The grogar pearls beneath his smooth hide felt even better than I could have imagined inside me. Every single place was stimulated. Even my clit. As Tok pressed slowly but steadily forward, his cock spears brushed my sensitive nub. I writhed when I realized that some other cock spears were probing backward, brushing tantalizingly against my exposed ass.
This position was insane – held aloft so easily, pinned to the wall, my legs forced upwards and so tightly held together in Tok’s strong grip.
Tok Pulled back slightly before stroking back in with a broken-sounding breath. His tail slammed down against the stone floor as he drew back and thrusted forward once more, going even deeper this time.
He was stretching me, but there was no pain. Only a languid feeling of fullness as my muscles eased to accept him further, deeper. His cock spears were pressing against my clit, my ass, more firmly now that he was deeper, not just brushing the tips on my sensitive flesh.
With a grunt, Tok widened his stance slightly, beginning to roll his hips in a sensuous movement.
“Yes,” I breathed, my head rolling back against the stone. Tok’s hands suddenly moved, and I whipped my head forward again when I realized he was changing my positioning. He released the knees that had been pinned to my chest, and I immediately spread my legs for him, my inner thighs clamping against his sides. Now I could see everything – see him urging his fat cock inside me, a little further with every thrust. I could see the cock spears slipping against my clit. I could see the slick sheen on the smooth hide of his shaft, could see the ridges of the grogar pearls before they disappeared from view, rolling through my insides.
Tok’s hips moved fast, but with restrained control. I reached a hand down between us, clumsily stroking at the part of his shaft not inside me. I wanted to guide it further, pull more of him inside me.
“A little more,” I moaned. I knew I wouldn’t be able to have him fully seated, but I wanted to take as much as possible. Needed to feel him everywhere.
Tok’s eyes flashed, his snout twitching as a river of dark mating fluid gushed from his jaws in response to my words. It looked like blood rushing from his jaws, staining his golden scales with darkness. And, fucking hell, the sight of him like that, looking like he’d just slaughtered something, sent every nerve spiralling into ecstasy. My mouth fell open but I made no sound as I came, everything exploding inside me.
Tok snapped his jaws then heaved forward, dragging his fangs long my arm, coming to a stop at my shoulder.
“Yes, do it,” I moaned, grinding against him in my orgasm. I was practically shoving my own shoulder further into his snout. I cried out when he bit down, just a little, and more mating fluid lit up my veins.
Between the second rush of mating fluid and the orgasm, I was able to take him deeper, as if my whole body was reshaping itself to fit him.
“Tight little treasure, opening for me so well,” Tok growled against my shoulder, rutting just a little harder now. His tongue tips dragged over the teeth marks at my shoulder as his fingers kneaded my hips, my ass. One of his huge thumbs came forward and inward against my pelvis, nudging two of his cock spears into a position where they were firmly clamped against either side of my clit. And with every rock of his hips, my clit ground against them. A quick shift of his other hand at my ass sent the tip of a cock spear nudging ever so gently into my untouched back entrance.
It seemed like the mating fluid had loosened things up back there, too. There was little resistance for the slim, tapered cock spear to enter me. The surrounding cock spears brushed my shivering skin back there, touching even more nerves. I mewled, my hands grappling at Tok’s shoulders, trying to pull him closer, deeper. I wanted him in me everywhere. If he’d had a cock spear long enough to reach up to my mouth, I would have taken him in there, too, sucking while he rutted me.
God, I’ve gone crazy.
But who fucking cared. This kind of pleasure was worth losing my mind over.
As the second orgasm built, I said goodbye to everything else – my past, my future, my mind. Everything that wasn’t right here, right now, filling me to bursting.
Everything that wasn’t Tok.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Tok
I was not an inexperienced warrior. I had lain with my own kind before. But this... This...
It was enough to almost have me losing control, like a virginal warrior barely past boyhood. So much of my strength was used to hold my body in check against her. So much. And it would have been so easy to falter, so easy to clamp down on her with my jaws, to rut her with full force, as her wet, inviting body was urging me to do.
A hot frisson of pleasure ran through me, from skull to spine, making my tail jerk and my cock pulse inside her. I gritted my fangs, watching the union – watching her flushed and gasping face, watching the bouncing of her breasts each time I thrusted, watching the way she took so much of me inside – more than I’d thought she’d be able to, milking me so perfectly. I drew back, almost pulling out of her entirely, swirling my tip at her slick entrance, watching with pleasure as the muscles in her thighs jumped, trembling at the sensations.
“More,” she moaned, her chest rising quickly with shallow, needy breaths.
I could not leave her wanting for long. She’d start begging again, saying “please, please, please,” and I would totally lose myself. My fingers tight on her backside and hips, I stared downward as I sank steadily back into her. The sight of my cock disappearing into her tight little body, combined with the clamping heat of her cunt, had me groaning. Even with the mating fluid, she was still small, the pressure of her body forcing the grogar pearls inward against the swollen flesh of my cock, creating a massaging sensation that was beyond comprehension.
This was it. The whole purpose of my life. To be inside my mate, just like this. Paradise.
I adjusted my thumb against her, putting my two cock spears back into place on either side of the sensitive nub of flesh that peaked out, so beautiful and wet and pink, at the top of her folds. My tongue tips lashed my fangs, dying to taste her there again. I wanted all of her at once. My tongues at her cunt. In her mouth. On her skin. All while I rutted her.
I rolled my hips faster, my cock going deeper than ever before, sensation shuddering through my entire groin as my cock spear acted as a cock unto itself, rutting her from the back.
“I’m going to...” Taylor’s words cut off, replaced by a long cry.
Heat flared in my belly.
“Good, treasure,” I choked out. “I want you to shatter again on your mate’s cock.”
My little mate seemed to like my words almost as much as my body. Tension rippled through her core, squeezing me further, making my hips arch forward, my abdominal muscles clenching. She looped her arms around my neck, leaning forward, coming off of the wall. Like she needed even more contact with me as she came. I held her steady, one hand still gripping the perfect curve of her hip, my other arm like a solid bar up her back, my fingers wrapping around the back of her neck. Her plush breasts pressed into my chest. Her hot breath got between the scales at my shoulder as she panted, and my breath caught, my cock pulsing when her tongue probed my scales, suckling and nipping.
“I’m going to fill you,” I said, my voice unfamiliar to my own ears. It was the voice of a feral beast. My hips snapped, my cock thrusting upward into her cunt as Taylor sagged against me, totally undone by our union.
“Do it,” she said, the words slurred by pleasure.
My pelvis bucked, my spine flaming with desire at her words. My little mate wanted me to fill her. Wanted me to soak her insides with my seed.
I wanted to keep clutching her hard against me. But I also wanted to see her face as I did it. And the need to see her won out. Using my grip on the back of her neck, I gently pried her backwards away from me. Her fingertips skimmed down the front of my neck before splaying on my chest as I held her on an angle against me, her cunt pressed down against my pelvis, her back supported by my arm.
The sight of her entire body jerking with each of my thrusts was erotic beyond measure. The knot on the top of her head was coming loose, damp spirals of hair framing her round, reddened face.
“Take me treasure, take it all, take everything your mate has to give,” I hissed, my gaze glued to her pulsing throat. My hand was cradling her head from behind, and my thumb and pinkie finger were wrapped around the front of her neck, just beneath her jaw. The rhythm of her heart was a hot madness in my blood. My speed increased, my hips pistoning. Taylor’s entire body seemed to vibrate with the motion, her muscles trembling, breasts shaking. When tension rippled through her core once more, and she milked me harder in the third peak of her pleasure, I exploded. Mating fluid gushed in my mouth, just as seed spurted, over and over, in my mate’s cunt.
“Tok,” Taylor, whimpered, her hands curling into fists against my chest. And that sent yet more seed spilling into her wet heat. She says my name as she comes, as she takes my seed. Says my name as she writhes on my cock. Mine. She is mine.
In that moment, I knew, I knew, that I would survive whatever this hostage situation would throw at me. There was no way my destiny would be to die so soon after meeting my mate. I would get through anything, survive anything, conquer anything, to be there for her for the rest of our lives.
Because she was mine.
And I took care of what was mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Taylor
I spent the rest of the night wrapped in Tok’s body, my back curled against his broad chest. I slept so hard it was like a black fucking hole. But then again, I doubted black holes would be that warm. Feel that safe.
I awoke in the morning to a pleasant, gentle tugging sensation, realizing that Tok was carefully, dutifully, untangling my furiously tangled curls.
“I did not mean to wake you,” he said, the words vibrating through his chest and into my back. I wriggled in his embrace, turning to face him.
“It’s OK. I don’t want to waste too much time sleeping.” Pain tightened in my throat as I said the words – I didn’t have much more time alone with Tok out here. And besides that, I still wanted to record some more of the Bitter Sea records today before we had to leave.
We ate and I got dressed quickly, despite a hiss of complaint from Tok when I covered up, and we got back to work. We spent hours upon hours continuing to comb through and record the history in my notebook. I didn’t want to leave anything out – it was Tok’s people’s history. And it was important to me.
Plus, I imagined the Hakah, the Gahns, and the other human women would be interested in everything we were recording, too. Wonder what they’ll think of the mysterious winged man and his stone sky...
We stopped only briefly to eat at dusk and kept working long past nightfall in order to get it all written down. I had to shorten a lot of things – turn longer sagas into bullet-point lists, just to get it all in time. But, late into the night, we were finally done. My hand was cramping so badly all I wanted to do was drop my pen and never pick it back up again, but I held out to write one more thing.
Let it be known that the human writer of these records, Taylor Bruce, has also taken a mate from among the Bitter Sea people – Tok, the right claw to Hakah Gog.
The words in black ink, officially added into the historical document outlining everything that had happened to us on the planet so far, made everything more real. It was my present, but it was also part of history, now. Tok asked me what I had written, and, blushing but holding my voice steady, I read it out loud to him, translating the English words into Sea Sand language.
“Good,” Tok said. We were seated across from each other, and he lifted me into his lap. I sat in the diamond of his crossed legs, my thighs spread, my feet on the stone behind him.
“Let all who read these records, now and for generations to come, know that you are mine,” Tok said.
What a proud, possessive mate I have. I smiled, reaching up for his snout to pull him into a kiss, but he jerked back suddenly.
“What is it?” I asked, more than a little alarmed.
“Nothing. It is just... I meant to do this earlier. Surprise you with it. But time got away from me, and I do not wish to wait any longer.”
I was about to ask him what he was talking about when my mouth fell open in horror.
“What are you going?!” I cried, staring as he gripped a long, shining scale on his chest between his claws and yanked. With a crunchy popping sound, the scale came loose, pulled free from his chest and leaving a tiny open spot, wet with black blood.
“What are ye daein, ye daft lizard?!” I muttered in my own language, wrenching around in his lap to grab my nearby pack. I had a few first aid supplies in there, and I quickly located and pulled out a soft white square of gauze.
I whipped back around to face Tok, ready to dab at his fresh wound, only to find him holding something up between us, held carefully between two lethal black claws. My eyes almost bugged out of my head when I realized what it was.
A gold ring.
“Your engagement ring,” Tok said, the timbre of his voice falling low.
I never thought I’d be the kind of lass to cry when someone proposed to me. And Tok hadn’t even technically proposed – he’d just given me a ring. And yet, there I was, blubbering like a wee bairn at the sight of this stoic alien warrior who’d just made me a ring from his own fucking body. When I realized the scale he’d chosen was from above his heart, the tears came even faster, making my throat hurt.
“You are upset?” Tok said. “Is it not to your liking? I will find a better scale and make another...” His snout scrunched down towards his chest, his gaze focused as he looked for another scale.
“No!” I cried. “No way. Don’t pull out another scale ye mad thing!” Sniffing hard, I glanced down at the ring still in his hand. “Let me see it. Please.”
Silently, Tok handed me the ring. I could feel him studying me closely as I took it into my hand.
It was pretty incredible how fast he’d fashioned the thing while I’d had my back turned, especially given how hard the material of the scale was. He’d taken the long scale and had twisted it lengthwise before curving it into a ring shape, creating a beautiful, almost twined illusion. The valok candlelight caught on each twisted and curved surface of the scale, making it shimmer.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I slipped it onto my ring finger, then snorted through my tears. “It’s way too big,” I chuckled, swiping at my wet cheeks with the back of my sleeve.
“Give it here,” Tok rumbled. I already didn’t want to take it off – didn’t want to give it back. But I also didn’t want to lose it if it fell off because it was too big. I handed it back to him, my chest all warm and gooey as I watched him adjust the ring with such quiet focus.
His gaze flashed up to meet mine, and he raised his head.
“Here. Try it now,” he said.
I did. It fit perfectly.
And it looked bonnie on my finger. I loved the twisting line of gold, exactly the colour of Tok’s body, a forever reminder of him right there on my hand. I loved the slight weight of it, circling my finger. I loved that it was a symbol of the culture I’d come from, something from home, to anchor me as I moved into the future with Tok.
“I wish I had something to give you,” I sighed, still unable to tear my eyes away from the way the light caught on the ring. Maybe he’d take a lock of my hair or something... Is that weird?
“Treasure,” Tok said, sounding almost affronted. “You have already given me everything.” His fingers swept up my neck to the sides of my jaw, tilting my face up to look at him. His gaze slid slightly to one side as he stroked a stray curl between his finger and thumb. OK, something tells me he wouldn’t find the gift of a lock of hair weird at all... He’d probably glue it to his body as a good luck charm or something.
“Oh!” I said, suddenly remembering the gauze in my hand. I dabbed gently at the small spot the scale had been pulled from, the gauze turning black from his inky blood. But luckily, there wasn’t much of it. It was a very small wound. Tok stroked his fingers over my hair as I continued gently patting the wound. Eventually, I grabbed the tiny roll of medical tape from my pack, sticking the square of gauze in place with a messy tape X. I smoothed my fingers over it, nodding, satisfied.
“There,” I said. I looked up to meet Tok’s gaze once more. His own gaze had never left my face. He stared at me so tenderly, the expression almost looked like warm and blooming pain. I knew a similar expression was mirrored on my own face – I could feel my brows drawing inward, my lips trembling as the intensity of the love I felt for him overtook me. It crashed inside me so hard it almost felt like grief.
And maybe there was grief. Grief for things that hadn’t even happened yet. Grief for when I’d lose him.
No. Don’t think about that. Right now, he’s here with you.
Maybe there is something I can give him after all...
Because in that moment, all I wanted was to give him things. Do things for him.
I drew my legs back from where they’d been splayed over his lap, moving to my knees.
“Can you uncross your legs?” I asked him, needing a wee bit more space. Wordlessly, he obeyed immediately, his legs stretching out long and strong over the stone with me kneeling between them.
I licked my lips, my gaze roving from his face, down his golden body, to the scaly slit between his legs. Arousal flickering in my core, I placed my palms on his inner thighs and leaned forward, dragging my tongue up the slit.
