her legs from around his taut waist—not even remembering when she’d wrapped them around him in the first place—and let them fall wide.
Jaxor hissed and Erin cried out when he used the position to drive into her deeper. As deep as he could possibly be.
“Tev, brixav ta, luxiva,” he groaned, the tendons in his neck straining. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the way the muscles in his arms trembled and flexed with his pleasure. “Vellixa.”
She didn’t know the Luxirian words that he spoke, but she heard the reverence in his tone. Bringing their bodies closer, he ground his pelvis into her clit with every lingering thrust and when she looked up at him in surprise, his gaze was knowing and challenging.
Like he was daring her to orgasm first.
The nerve of this male, she thought, delighted.
“You drive me mad,” she hissed.
“You like it,” he rasped, those dark eyes never leaving hers, that voice caressing her like crushed velvet.
“I do,” she whispered, her lips parting, feeling the orgasm he was so expertly trying to wring from her beginning to rise. “Oh God.”
His eyes were victorious even as his head lowered to her breasts. He nudged the tip of his sharp horn against one of her nipples and she froze, hardly daring to breathe, even when she felt the heat in her belly explode from the erotic sight.
Had he guessed that she might like this?
Of course he did, she thought, breathless.
His horn pricked her a little, gently, just enough pain for her before his mouth was soothing it, his wet, warm tongue taking away the sting.
“Bite me,” she challenged softly, her fingernails leaving half-moon crescents in his back. She wanted to explore this with him. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t too afraid or self-conscious to ask for these things of a sexual partner. “Mark me as yours.”
He growled against her flesh, perhaps liking that idea entirely too much too. He sucked hard on her nipple, his sharp teeth grazing it, but he pulled away. Instead, he nibbled at the fleshy underside of her breast, applying just enough pressure that she knew it would leave a mark, a bruise, just enough pressure that it made her hips buck and her toes curl before he released her.
Then he buried his head into her neck, biting her there too, adding to the collection of hickeys on the column of her throat. Erin wished she had a mirror there on Luxiria, if only to look at them whenever she pleased.
“Like this?” he rasped in her ear when he finished. “You like my mark on you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, gasping when he thrust into her harder, her breasts bobbing with the power of it. “Just as much as you like seeing it on me,” she challenged.
He groaned, feeling her muscles beginning to clench around him with her impending orgasm. “Soon, I will mark you in the most permanent way, rixella. But not here. The blood bond is only performed in sacred places.”
Blood bond.
Erin’s lips parted, looking up at him. She’d heard of it, of course, from the other mated women.
“Now, come for me,” he growled, pulling back. He changed their positions. He went to his knees between her splayed thighs, lifting her hips, wrapping his arms around her back. “Put your arms over your head and keep them there.”
She felt a rush of wetness at his command.
“You want me tied up?” she huffed out, thinking back to when he’d first taken her from the Golden City, of him keeping her wrists tied up.
He didn’t say anything, but she saw the way his eyes burned with the thought. So, it seemed her alien lover had kinks of his own. Her lips curled in delight and she did as he demanded, mirroring the position she’d assumed when he’d first caught her by the waterfall.
It was a position of vulnerability, of surrender. But Erin didn’t feel weak in that position. She felt unbelievably powerful. Jaxor looked down at her, never ceasing his thrusts into her body. With her hips raised, he used his kneeling position as leverage to fuck her thoroughly. With every teeth-chattering, mind-numbing, spine-tingling thrust of that glorious cock, her breasts bounced and their bodies slapped together, primal and invigorating and right.
Feminine power coursed through her. She’d never felt as desired or wanted or beautiful or sensual as she did in that moment, with Jaxor’s eyes on hers. She knew what this was. He was claiming her as his. But what Erin