Laurann Dohner - Obsidian

“Go shower.”

She met his gaze as he backed away from her on his hands and knees until he slid off the end of the bed to stand.

“Now, Alli.” He looked angry again. “Otherwise I will lose what control I have left.”

She sat up and shoved her shirt down to hide as much of her body from him as possible. “What does that mean?”

He stepped to the side to clear a path from the bed to the bathroom. “Go,” he demanded.

Something in the intense way he looked at her made her inch down the bed. There was a hint of danger in the air that she could sense. She just wasn’t sure why. He looked angry though. The floor of the room was chilly to her bare feet after having them pressed against his warm body. Her legs were shaking as she took hesitant steps toward the open doorway to the shower.

A hand shot out and gripped her upper arm.

Alli stared at him with dread and fear. He closed his eyes as he deeply inhaled. A soft, animalistic sound came from his parted lips and he licked them. The hold on her forearm eased until he let go.

“Keep the door open. Go wash quickly. Your scent is driving me insane.”

She fled. The reason behind his mood swings was a mystery to her but she was grateful he hadn’t hurt her physically.

Obsidian breathed through his mouth but Alli’s arousal taste was still there. His dick throbbed to take her again. The memory of being inside her would torment him. So soft, so tight and wet. It also angered him deeply.

A stab of pain pierced his heart. The memory of his mate filtered through his mind and how long they had been forced to live together. It had felt really good when 46 had allowed him to touch her when she was in heat but it seemed mild compared to the sex he’d shared with Alli.

A human female had taken him to heights of passion he’d never known existed. Frustration fisted his hands at his side and the urge to punch something became almost unbearable. A howl of rage caught in his throat but it only came out as a fierce grumble. His eyes opened when water came on in the next room and he took a step before he could regain control of his body. He wanted Alli again.

He moved to the side enough to gain a clear view of her profile in the stall. The sight of her wet, slick skin caused his dick to harden to the point of pain. It would be easy to haul her out from under the water. He turned his head to stare at the bed. He’d take her on her knees beneath him next time.

He allowed the astonishment of what they’d done to cool his desire just a bit. He’d never taken his mate with her facing him. It had been strange but really good to see Alli’s expressions and have access to her body with his mouth while he’d driven his cock into the snug confines of her sex. He’d also really enjoyed the feel of her legs around his waist and her fingernails digging into his skin. It hadn’t hurt but he’d been aware of them. She’d clung to him as if he were saving her and she’d desperately needed to hold him.

He wanted to share sex with Alli again. Now.

His chin lowered to glare at the erect shaft betraying his lack of self-control of his own body functions. 46 would goad him if she were alive to see the day he allowed a human to get the better of him. He shifted his gaze higher to watch Alli wash her hair. His lips parted to reveal his fangs and he took a few steps closer to her and kept going.

She spun to stare at him when he jerked open the flimsy, transparent shower door. He paused, noted the shampoo in her hair, and hesitated.

“Wash it out now.”

The fear in her eyes almost made him wince but she didn’t argue or refuse his demand. Her head tilted back into the spray of water to do his bidding. He watched until he didn’t see any of it in the pale, wet strands. His arm shot out to hook around her waist and he lifted her. He paused and suddenly stepped into the tight space with her.

Hot water sluiced down his body and he turned to present his back, adjusting her higher in his hold against his chest. His interested dick couldn’t be hidden from her since it nestled tightly against her ass.

Her head twisted and she stared at his face, fear still showing in her blue gaze. A part of him hated to see it. The soft sound she made—almost a whimper—caused him to gentle his hold around her waist.

“I won’t hurt you, Alli.” He partly regretted assuring her of her safety because she was human.

Fear was good for them to feel. It reminded them that he was dangerous to their well-being but she wasn’t comparable to the ones he’d grown to hate. “Don’t fight me.”

He used his free hand to twist off the flow of water and stepped out of the stall. The shower had soaked the floor but he didn’t care. He stormed back into his room and didn’t stop until they reached the bed. He paused there to study it.

His gaze finally met her worried blue eyes.

“You will collapse. You aren’t strong.”

“8—Obsidian,” she whispered. “What are you doing? Please put me down.”

He noticed how she corrected herself after almost using his number. He considered the bed again. Her hands gripped his forearm at her waist but she didn’t dig her nails into his skin to inflict pain or struggle.

A growl rumbled from his chest. “You aren’t strong enough.”

“I know I can’t make you lower me to the floor.”

He frowned. “Your arms aren’t strong enough to brace to take me. How do your males mount you?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You want me again?”

“From behind. You will enjoy it.” He eased his hold more, just enough to allow her to slide down his front. The feel of his cock rubbing against her ass and lower back made him want her more.

She turned in his hold and chewed on her bottom lip. He knew that telling sign of her emotions. She was unsure of what to do but the trepidation wasn’t there anymore when he studied her closely. A small hand lifted timidly to rest near his heart. It trembled but he wasn’t sure if she was chilled or nervous.

“Why do you insist on doggy style?”

“What does that mean? Is it an insult to my heritage?”

“No! Mounting from behind is called that term.”

“Taking a female bent over in front of a male is how it is done.”

Her eyes widened. He glanced away from her to glare at the bed. He could put her in the center of it and brace her under him by caging her with his legs and arms. One arm around her waist would help support her to keep her from falling forward. His dick jerked with the promise of doing just that.

“Um, Obsidian?”

“Yes?” He glanced back at her.

“Have you only had sex in that position?”

“No. I just shared sex with you facing me. You refused to release me or I would have taken you the right way.”

Alli paled slightly and she leaned against him when she swayed a little on her feet. Alarm shot through him. Had he harmed her? His arm hooked tighter around her middle again to make certain she didn’t fall. Perhaps sharing sex with him once had worn her out. She looked a little pale and he was pretty certain her legs wobbled.

Weak humans. Anger surged. She was too frail to take him. He should have known better but his talk with Moon had given him hope she could handle a Species male.

Alli swayed a bit from the shock of his statement. “Are you saying you only mounted other women from behind? On your knees? Always?”

Obsidian tilted his head. “I only had a mate. I took her that way. It is how it is done.”

“Oh shit,” she gasped, taken aback. He had to be over thirty years old by her calculations and clues from his body. Species were harder to estimate but she was sure she was in the correct age range.