Pirate's Gold - S.J. Sanders Page 0,11

hands and vibrissae skimmed over her, he drank in the flush of her skin and the heat of desire in her arms. His civix coiled against the lush petals of her sex and Terri hissed, her hips jerking up against him. A needy sound escaped her throat, but he stroked himself over the mouth of her cunt, allowing his fluids to coat and smear against the flesh, working his pheromones deeper into her skin until finally, with a driving snap of his civix, the head buried deep within her, the small hook brushing against her sensitive spots.

Terri’s cry filled his ear as he pressed his face against hers, his mandibles sliding open wide to brush possessively against her throat, grazing the sensitive skin there. In reaction, his mate trembled, her sex reflexively squeezing around his as he snarled and fought against her grip with ecstatic jerks of his civix within her.

Every time the sensitive hook brushed against and became gently caught in the soft, wet grip of her channel, it made his testicles draw tighter and a tiny spurt of seed escape as a small orgasm swept through him. Every gentle tug against his sex as he thrust powerfully into her, his civix writhing, driving in and out of her, tightened the pressure within him. His body shook, and he stroked his tongues against her shoulder, needing just a little more.

He needed everything from his female.

His testicles drew up tight again, and with a hiss, he tore from her body only long enough to flip her over onto her belly. His claws latching onto her hips, he made a loud growl of pleasure when she responded by lifting her ass up higher, presenting the wet, dripping folds of her cunt open for him. He buried himself within her once again, his grunts and pants joining her soft gasps and moans.

He felt the ripples of her sex caressing him, drawing him in deeper, squeezing his civix. He felt the hook extend just enough so that it clung to the soft, spongy tissue at the mouth of her womb. The sensation tugged from deep within him at the same moment that his mate convulsed, her cunt gripping him as she screamed, sending him barreling into his own climax that ripped out as a ragged roar from his throat.

Shifting them to their side, Veral curled around her, satisfaction thrumming through him at the fresh scenting on his mate. His vibrissae curled over her skin possessively, assuring him that she was sated. It was a small comfort, but he would take it. His vibrissae coiled around her shoulders in a protective shroud, covering her breasts in swathes of dark, twisting tendrils. Even still, it was not enough to settle his unease.

Terri’s fingers came up and stroked along the vibrissae in a light, soothing motion. “Feel better now?”

“No,” he grumbled.

“What can I do to help make it better?” she teased.

“You can give your consent for me to jettison them all out of the airlock,” he hissed.

Her body shook against his, the brush of it stirring him all over again despite having sated himself moments earlier within her tight, hot cunt. The fact that she was laughing did nothing at all to cool his passion. Terri pushed away just enough to turn in his arms to face him. She eyed him as she continued to stroke his vibrissae.

“Have they done something that bad?”

“No,” he growled. That was the point. He didn’t want them to attempt to.

Terri sighed and tucked her body in closer against him in a manner that he found soothing. It had not taken his mate long to find the best ways to calm him. Her voice was low and gentle as she continued to speak.

“I know they frustrate you, and impede on your space, but we’re halfway to Janilik. Let’s not kill our guests when we’re so close to finishing,” she said.

“That male walks on my ship as if it is within his command,” he protested.

“I hate to point out that you do that everywhere,” she said, laughter evident in her voice.

He narrowed his eyes on his mate but purred contentedly, a reluctant smile pulling at his mouth. His mate was not wrong. Argurma were raised to see all the universe as potentially theirs by the strength of their discipline and the might of their cybernetically enhanced bodies. They held back from expanding through the cosmos due to a distaste for other species and a desire to remain insular within their own quadrant