gerel.
Tolui’s chest warmed with caring, with wonder, as his desire spiraled upward.
Needing to move, to purge some of his tumultuous emotions, he lifted his hips, thrusting savagely into her mouth as he drew her down on him.
His grunts filled the chamber. Her lips smacked against her fingers.
But she didn’t release him. She held onto his base, her tenacity earning his admiration.
His small gerel had a willpower to match the largest of warriors. She had survived on her own on a barren, harsh planet for solar cycles, had carved out her place upon it. Few beings could have done that. She now embraced his primitive handling of her, working his cock as hard as he worked her mouth.
There was no better female for a Warlord in all the universe. He was certain of that, was humbled she was his, would do anything within his power to keep her.
With each drive into her, each tug of her lips, another strand of his restraint snapped, and more of his savage nature was revealed. He snarled and growled and bared his teeth, thrusting into his gerel’s mouth harder, faster, lost in the battle for release. Sweat streaked down his spine, beaded on Lea’s beautiful face. His balls slapped against her upturned chin.
She absorbed his darkness, truly was that hopeful place she’d described to him, and, if he could, Tolui would rut between her lips forever.
That wasn’t possible…because she felt too good. He couldn’t hold back, his passion raging out of control, unable to be contained. The circle of flesh around the base of his shaft expanded. That was how close he was to exploding.
Coming while inside her wasn’t an option. The power of his release would blast out her throat, inflict great pain and lasting damage to the one being in this universe he would die to protect.
He forced himself to pull out of her mouth.
His gerel frowned, made a sound of unhappiness.
His body wasn’t happy with his decision either. But he would take any action to keep her from harm. “Stick out your pretty pink tongue.” He would give her some of what they were both craving.
Lea did as she was told. His little human could be obedient…when it served her desires.
He thanked the universe for that, because he was on the verge of detonation. Tolui positioned himself correctly, resting his tip on the edge of her flesh.
“Squeeze my balls.” He issued the next order.
His gerel cupped his balls, her skin tantalizingly coarse. She met his gaze and folded her fingers around him.
That sure grip destroyed him. “Gerel.” He roared, fracturing into a million pieces.
Ecstasy pummeled him from all directions, piercing his body, his heart, his soul. Cum shot out of his cockhead, coursed along his female’s tongue, into her mouth. His head spun. His form vibrated.
His gerel’s throat convulsed as she swallowed, drinking him down. There was too much for his little human to handle. His essence streamed down her gorgeous face, dripped off her chin.
That marking of her appealed to him. Greatly. Tolui tightened his hold on his little human’s curly brown hair, fixing her in place as he tugged on his cock. He wouldn’t allow her to escape, demanding she take all of him.
His gerel rose to that challenge. Without any complaints.
She lapped him up while he pumped his shaft, not fighting his clasp on her. As his fulfillment eased, she sucked on his tip, draining him until he had nothing left.
She was exquisite.
And she was his.
A shudder shook Tolui’s shoulders. Then another. And another. If he wasn’t already seated, he’d collapse. He was that weak.
She had made him that way.
Zondoo. He wasn’t worthy of her. Not yet. But he would strive to be.
He drew her onto his lap and lowered his head, resting against her soft form, weary, sated, bliss-blasted.
“You’re a good gerel.” He mouthed over the claiming mark he’d left on her skin during previous ruttings.
“You’re a very good Warlord.” She made a smacking sound as though he’d been the most delectable of nourishments. “You’re delicious, in fact.”
His lips twitched and his chest shook.
His female was one of a kind.
And she belonged to him—a clone, one of many.
He would never let her go.
Chapter Eleven
Two planet rotations later, Lea folded some of the garments she’d completed and placed them into a huge pack. They would be transported to Har, her selling partner, so he could sell them.
Her Warlord was accompanying her as she trekked to the market. At the moment, he frowned down at the ass coverings she’d chosen