mouth, sit up, and grip her hips tight as I plunge inside her tight hole over and over again.
Her mounds bounce in time to my vekking, making my mouth water. So vekking sexy, my little mate.
Shifting, I lower my ass and lift her hips, changing my angle. “Oh, fuck yes!” she shouts. I can feel her pleasure through our bond, her feverish desire turning her blood molten just like mine. Her channel clenches around my cock, her arousal wetting me, and the wet noises of our vekking only makes me pound into her harder and harder.
Vekk, I’m close.
My balls tighten, and my eyes grow hazy as my climax approaches like a roaring vysnia.
Mine.
Mate.
Harlow.
Mine!
My cock pulses, and I roar as my cum fills Harlow’s tight hole.
“Devnyk!” my mate screams, her cunt milking my cock as her cream drips from her channel.
I vekk her until I’m spent, until we’re both covered in sweat and panting, our bodies depleted. Pulling out from my claimed mate’s sweet cunt, I roll onto my back next to her and simply hold her hand.
Emotions overwhelm me, some mine and some hers, compelling me to tell her how I feel. “You are the most incredible female, Harlow. I’ll thank the stars every day of my life that you are mine.”
“Oh, Dev,” she murmurs softly, turning on her side. I roll my head to face her as she leans down to give me a kiss, but before our lips connect, an animal begins to roar. Harlow hears it too, her eyes going wide as we look around.
The noises sound like the beast is wounded, feral, and ready to attack at any second in spite of its pain.
“It’s Takkar!” Sev shouts, rushing into the room.
Fifty-Three
Takkar
Something is pulling me from the grey. It’s silent and warm…like Little Light, but not as bright. It promises no more pain, but I struggle in it, trying to reach my little light.
Where is she?
Bakkar, are you there? Can you see her?
Worry threads through me, turning to panic when my body does not respond, not even to open my eyes. No, no, no, not again, Bakkar! Help me! They are here! They will take Little Light!
He doesn’t respond, so I struggle harder, ripping through the grey with the force of my emotions until, with an almost audible pop, I’m back. My eyes fly open, and I am blinded for a moment by the bright lights around me, but none of them are my light.
Blinking away the haze clouding my mind, similar to when they stung me with a wobbering venom, I force my body awake. It is a trait I have learned over the years, to go from sleep to wakefulness in a moment, but something is wrong. I’m chained…again!
Lifting my head from the softness I’m resting on, I bang it on something hard above me…a lid? I look around frantically and realise I’m in a prison of some kind, but Little Light… Little Light isn’t here. Where is she?
Darkness crowds into my mind again, reaching for me and wrapping me in a painful grip as it mocks me. The shadows tell me she has left, that I am not worthy of her light, that I will be alone again.
No!
I roar as I start to struggle, ripping my arms from the weak bindings holding them before I hammer on the lid above me. I hear voices leaking through my mind, but before I can focus on them, the darkness is back.
She’s gone…left…hurt…and all alone. Weak, I’m too weak to get to her, to save her.
No! I am not weak! Little Light, I am coming!
The voices get louder now, but the pounding of my heart overshadows them and, with an almighty roar to warn off my attackers, I tear through the shiny material surrounding me. Red lights flash, and a warning blaren rings out as a hiss sounds above me, the lid holding me hostage.
Rolling from the device, I turn with a snarl, crouched and ready for an attack. They have taken her. I have to get to her. My little light, I am coming.
A door opens, and two blue Totiv rush towards me with their hands up. Roaring into their faces, I warn them away, fighting the darkness trying to claim me. It whispers for me to kill them, tells me they have taken her.
The one on the left starts to edge towards a tray, and I swing my head his way as he grabs what looks like a weapon. They are going to attack us,