The Arrogant Genius (The Lost Planet 8) - Page 24

I capture her lips with mine, this time kissing her deeply so she knows she doesn’t have to endure this mental torture alone. She has me. Her mate. We get through the sad times together. Everything is easier to face when you have a good partner at your side. I’ve seen it with each mort with their mates. Alone, they were strong, but with the right partner, they became a formidable force.

Zoe and I are a formidable force.

A geostorm.

We’ve barely begun to brew and I can feel the strength of it crackling between us like a million magnastrikes.

“I’m taking you to bed now, brave mate. I’m going to make you mine.”

She nods. “Thank you.”

Seeing Zoe so vulnerable and soft fills me with pride. It’s a side of her no one else will see. She’s tough like zutametal. Unbreakable. The fact I see this tender side of her moves me. I want to nurture and protect it. Protect her.

I hook my recently grown-in claw into the front of her minnasuit and tear through the material from her throat all the way to her pelvis. She gasps in shock at my beastly behavior. I flash her my fangs before peeling the material off her shoulders and down her arms. Her breasts bounce and my tongue waters to taste her dark, hardened buds on each one.

This first time I can tell will be rough and fast. I’m low on energy and still feeling feverish, so it’ll need to be quick. Later, when I have the time and am well—and I rekking will get well—to savor her, I’ll lick every part of her until she begs for release. For now, I rip at her clothes, eager to see all of her flesh.

“On the bed, female,” I growl as I start shredding my own suit.

Her eyes are wide and hungry as she takes in my bare chest. I shed the rest of my suit, my stare snared on her as she walks over to the bed. Her round rump that jiggles makes my cock twitch as she bends to climb onto the bed.

I pounce, unable to wait another moment to be with my mate. She lets out a giggle when I tackle her to the covers, nipping at her shoulder. I’d read in the book the other morts wrote in about how the females like to be taken—face-to-face—but I don’t want her that way.

“On your hands and knees,” I command, squeezing her pale rump. “This isn’t going to be gentle or sweet, stormy one.” I don’t tell her my energy is waning, my body already spent from the disease that still plagues me.

My often mean mate obeys like a sweet little thing, pushing her rump at me, her scent of arousal thick in the air. I run my fingers between her legs, reveling in how slick her cunt is for me. I seek out the nub that was written in the book and she moans the moment I touch it.

“Scream all you want, stormy one. No one’s coming to save you.”

She groans at my words, fisting the sheets. “Your filthy words shouldn’t turn me on this much.”

I smack her rump as I pinch her nub. “Quiet, woman, so you can hear each command I give you.”

“Fucking bastard,” she complains, but her body quivers with pleasure. “I hate you.”

“Your mouth lies,” I rumble. “Your cunt is filled with truth.”

She cries out when I push a finger into her soaked body. My darling mate meets the thrust of my finger with hungry need.

“Touch your nub,” I order.

“Clit.”

“Touch it and make yourself scream. Do it, female. Now.”

“You’re so fucking bossy.” She moans. “You drive me crazy.”

I massage her insides, exploring and wondering how it’ll feel with my cock inside her. I’m rather large and her body is small. It’ll be a wonder if I even fit.

“My cock is too big,” I warn. “It’s going to hurt you.”

“Spoken like a true man.”

“Perhaps I should clip you here,” I taunt, teasing at the tender flesh near her other hole with the claw of my thumb, careful not to break the skin. “Then I’d fit.”

“You sick, sadistic freak,” she breathes. “You’ll fit. A woman was created to push a baby out. Your dick’s not that big, douchebag.”

“Hmmm.”

“Don’t grumble at me—oh my God!”

There’s a rough nub within her that I’ve discovered and it appears to be the secret button to her pleasure. She screams and whimpers and writhes, her pleasure exploding through her. Once she stops trembling so bad, I pull my finger out of her, marveling at the way arousal pours from her body. So thick and plentiful. Bending down, I run my forked tongue along her cunt. The taste is sweet and unlike anything I’ve ever consumed. I want her. All of her. I force my tongue into her body, desperate for all of it. She shrieks when my tongue rubs against her inner button again. Gripping both her bottom cheeks, I spread her so I can go deeper, rubbing my nose against her other hole, inhaling the musky scent there.

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