Laurann Dohner - Obsidian

880 fought to control his desires as he carefully touched Alli. She was so small under him and felt delicate. He’d pushed the female too far until her temper had flared to life. Her slap still stung his cheek as his mouth tasted her skin. The urge to see what his hand touched grew stronger but he needed to keep her pinned down.

She pushed on his chest but her nails didn’t tear into his flesh. It meant she couldn’t be too irate. He closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of her breathing and knew she was distracted from her anger when it increased. She had a little bit of hair where her underwear had covered her sex and it was soft. His mate hadn’t had any. His thumb found the bundle of nerves and stroked to calm her more.

46 always needed to be soothed when he made her angry enough to attack him. He didn’t want to argue with Alli. It was best to stop it before she got really worked up and forced him to fight the New Species down the hall if she decided to involve someone else. His tongue soothed her too, going for the places his mate had enjoyed best along the column of her throat.

Soon her body responded and he used the slickness of her desire to spread across her clit, making his touch easier. Her fingers dug into his chest wall but she didn’t score him with her fingernails. Her back arched and a soft pleasant sound of pleasure made his dick harder. Curiosity got the better of him as he shifted his hand just enough to carefully insert a finger inside the seam of her sex. She was very wet and the tightness of her pussy made him nearly lose his mind as he slid the digit inside her to the first knuckle.

“Oh god,” she whispered.

He growled softly in response and pressed his finger into her deeper. She was hot, tight, and felt as small as he had feared. She’d never be able to withstand being mounted. Frustration rose but he remembered it wasn’t about him. Alli needed to be soothed.

He withdrew his finger but pushed back in. Her body jerked under his and her hands slid up to his shoulders, clutching them. He noticed she wasn’t very strong and it reminded him she was human.

He curled his finger inside the small confines of her pussy, feeling for the right spot, and knew when he found it. She sucked in air sharply. He rubbed from the inside as his thumb did the same motion on her clit.

Her small hands kneading his shoulders felt good. Soft moans from her mouth next to his ear tormented him and his dick painfully throbbed.

He rolled his hips against her thigh back and forth, even that slight stroking of his shaft trapped inside his pants relieved some of the agony. He longed to flip her over and jerk her up to her knees and mount her from behind.

Her back arched again as she pressed tighter against him and one leg wiggled out from under his. She bent it and her inner thigh hugged his waist as her leg curled over his ass, pulling him closer to her. It was a sign of compliance that he’d won their battle of wills. She was giving him consent to take her body.

He wanted to howl in frustration since he knew that wasn’t possible. His finger moved faster and he applied a little more pressure against her clit, carefully though, since she wasn’t his kind. Her breathing grew ragged and her hips rode his hand when he lifted his weight just enough to brush his cock more firmly against her pinned leg.

He felt her body go rigid under his and jerked his face away from her throat. His lips sealed over her parted mouth to muffle her sounds before she cried out since he didn’t have a free hand to do it. The way her vaginal walls clamped down snugly around his finger was pure torture.

She came apart under him as she climaxed. The muscles around his finger fluttered strongly as she bucked from the intensity of it.

It shocked him when she screamed. He muffled it enough that he felt certain the guard down the hall wouldn’t hear anything but fear gripped him. Had he hurt her somehow? His finger straightened inside her and he could feel how much sleeker she felt from her release. Her body turned limp under his and she turned her head, pulling away from his lips. She panted softly and it made him curious enough to stare at her face.

Her eyes were closed and her face flushed. He slowly withdrew his finger from her pussy and couldn’t resist tasting her. He groaned the second his fingertip touched his tongue and he sucked on it. Alli’s spent passion was so good he wanted more. She didn’t fight when he cautiously shifted his weight to release her. He lowered a little, fully intent on spreading her thighs to bury his face between them.

Her blue eyes opened suddenly and he froze.

He’d never seen anyone stare at him that way before. It wasn’t anger in her eyes but he couldn’t identify the emotion either. Her hands released his shoulders and she cupped his face.

His gaze lowered to her mouth when her lips parted, curious what she’d say. It would help him figure out the strange yet fascinating way she peered at him. Her tongue was light pink as it wet her lips and she lifted her head, her hold on his face helping her close the distance between them.

It puzzled him when she closed her eyes before pressing her lips against his. Hers were incredibly soft and yielding. He didn’t know what it meant or why she did it. It became even more baffling when she opened her mouth and sucked on his bottom lip. It didn’t hurt. He’d been prepared for her to injure him with her teeth as retribution for dominating her body. It was more of a soft tug and it was nice.

Alli let go and her tongue slid between his lips.

The feel of the tip of it touching his fangs did painful things to his dick. Blood rushed there until he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been so hard in his life. Her face turned just slightly and she took more of his mouth with hers. The sensation of her exploring him that intimately nearly made his control snap. He held very still and allowed it.

She suddenly stopped and pulled back, breaking the contact. Her eyes opened and he could identify the emotion he saw when she stared at him then. Confusion. He could relate.

“Don’t flee this room,” he rasped, his voice coming out thick and gruffer than he intended.

“Do you understand?”

She nodded sharply.

880 pushed away from her, rolled off the bed and rushed inside the bathroom. His dick made moving an excruciating experience but he made it out of the room. The second the door closed between them he tore at the front of his pants. His hand fisted his shaft and he roughly pumped it.

His back pressed tightly against the door as he held his breath to avoid making noise. He came violently within seconds.

Alli shoved her skirt down her legs as she sat up. The bathroom door remained closed but water came on. Shock held her still otherwise, her brain reeling from what had taken place. She couldn’t think straight even with 880 out of the room.

Why is he in there? She’d kissed him or tried to, urging him to take her. She stared at the door that separated them as he showered. She’d given him the green light to do whatever he wanted to her body. Why hadn’t he taken her up on it?

It could be his dead mate. That possibility made her feel guilt-ridden. He’d just woken from his coma after watching the murder of the woman he loved. He’d been injured when he’d gone insane trying to reach her killers and attacked the bars of the cage they’d kept him locked inside.

Her arms hugged her waist as she stared sadly at the closed door between them. She’d spent months watching him sleep and learning as much as she could about his life before he’d been rescued. No files existed and the Mercile employees who’d been arrested weren’t forthcoming with much information. They’d heard on the news that the Mercile facilities were being targeted by the police and had stolen a few of the New Species.