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  But now, it wasn’t true. Now, my fate was in the hands of a gigantic dragon alien who called me his mate and caused me nearly to combust with orgasms whenever he came near. I had no control whatsoever.

  How did I know I could trust him? I’d known him only one evening. We’d talked a lot last night, and he’d gone down on me a few more times without taking satisfaction for himself. He told me about his planet, his crew, and his people. He seemed like a good guy. The only problem was, I barely still knew him, and I was desperate. I wanted to believe anything he told me. So, when he told me he needed to find this other Dragorian guy, and we could get the fuck out of here, I finally felt like I could do something that would help myself. If I could help find what they were looking for then at least I would feel productive, even if I wasn’t. I couldn’t even think about what would happen if Mekvar was lying about rescuing us. I didn’t want to.

  I didn’t have a lot of reason to trust people in my life. That was one reason I’d only ever depended on myself. I couldn’t let myself down. But if I wanted to have a hope in hell of getting off this sex planet, I needed to trust Mekvar.

  And that was fucking hard.

  I followed the guard back to the tent I was in the previous night with Mekvar. I exhaled loudly when I saw him standing there, his back to the entrance. It was him, not some other disgusting alien dude who had bought me for the night.

  He turned as I entered. His lips spread into a wide smile, further exposing the front four fangs that protruded from his mouth. I remember feeling those teeth press against my mouth when we kissed. Present, but not too sharp or alarming.

  My body immediately went into overdrive again at the sight of him.

  He came towards me. “My mate,” he said, his eyes honed on me. “I am sorry I could not come until now.”

  “That’s okay,” I said, ignoring the loud banging in my chest as he put his hands on my shoulders. “It gave me time to explain everything to the girls.” I felt my lips tugging up. “And I think they are all in agreement. We help you find this scientist guy, and you get us off the planet.”

  His forehead wrinkled. “I will get you off this planet in any event, my mate. You do not have to risk yourself and the lives of the other females to help us in order for us to help you.”

  “Yes, but as soon as you find him, you can leave, right?”

  He nodded slowly at me, his eyes roving over my face.

  “Then that means as soon as you find him, we can leave. We are just acting in our own best interests.”

  “I would spare you from this danger if I could, Beatrice.”

  I felt a rush of warmth towards him that had nothing to do with what was going on in my pants. It was strange, but I was starting to feel a kinship with this guy. Maybe it was because he was helping me. Or my entire body had rebelled against me and now the only thing it wanted was him.

  What I was feeling on the physical side of things didn’t seem to be parallel to the sex poison at all, especially after observing what was going on with Pippa. With my body, it was only about him. With Pippa, it seemed to be any dude that got near her. The guards, other aliens, even Bardoa. As far as I knew, she hadn’t slept with anyone yet to relieve the need. It seemed like a painful, unending need that was not satisfied. Whereas with Mekvar it was satisfied as soon as we were together. When I walked into the tent, my skin came alive. The warm, musky scent of him reminded me of sandalwood and the fresh earthiness of a forest immediately after a rainfall. It seemed to emanate from him and infiltrate my senses as soon as he came near. I felt the immediate rush of heat to my pussy, and the influx of liquid there.

  “But you can’t spare me from it, Mekvar. I’m here too. And if we can help you, if this gets us out of here, then we will.”

  He cupped my face with his large, warm hands and I immediately felt like my thirst was being quenched. Like I’d been walking alone in a desert and stumbled across an oasis.

  “I don’t deserve you, my mate.” His rough voice reverberated through me.

  I pressed my hands to his and inhaled his wonderful woody smell. I struggled to keep my head in the game when he was this near. “And you don’t know what this guy looks like?” I asked, though it came out as more of a breathy sigh.

  “We have very limited knowledge on the matter. Just that he is Dragorian. We need this male, or our species may lose our war with the Wolgons.” Mekvar’s voice was strangely gravelly, as if he were forcing the words out, and his hands increased in pressure on my face.

  I moved my hands from his and placed them instead on his chest. His breath hitched. His muscles were solid and defined underneath my fingers, and his strange, greyish, scales were soft and velvety.

  “We will find him,” I repeated, my mind not on escape at all. It was instead focused on the throbbing between my legs, the shiver traveling up my spine as Mekvar stroked my arm.

  “And we will leave this place,” he responded. He pulled away roughly and scraped his elongating talons across the top of his head. “Gods, I wish I didn’t have this need for you right now, it makes it difficult to think!”

  I sat on the bed in the centre of the room and wrapped my arms around myself. “Well, I’m sorry I’m so inconvenient for you, but in case you hadn’t noticed, I have no control over this either!”

  He turned back towards me, a frown curving on his face. “I did not mean to sound angry with you, Beatrice. I want to get you out of here, and instead I am taking advantage of you, touching you when you don’t have any choices.”

  “I have choices.” I uncrossed my arms from my chest. “If I said I didn’t want you to touch me, would you respect that?”

  “Of course. I told you, my people do not hurt females. It is abhorrent to us.” He seemed truly alarmed that I had suggested such a thing.

  It was funny, I don’t know how I was sure of his answer, or how I trusted that he was telling the truth, but I was, and I did.

  “Well then, you should stop worrying. If I want you to stop, I will ask you. If I feel like I don’t have a choice, I will say so. I know this . . . Rushing thing you keep talking about is probably responsible for the extreme horniness I am feeling towards you, but right now, I honestly don’t care. I want you again, and it feels good. And to me, that feels like I am making a choice, and I desperately want to feel like I am making my own choices right now. Do you get that?”

  He nodded, his eyes gaze over my body.

  “Good. So can you get over here and touch me now? I am going to explode with how much I need your hands on me.”

  He chuckled, the laugh rough and uneven. He walked closer. “That is good, because I feel the same. I’ve been thinking about touching you since I left you. I am not in my right mind. The Rushing is new to me also, and I find it difficult to keep a clear head around you.”

  “Then don’t,” I whispered as I scooted back on the bed. “Why don’t you just let it take over for the night? I certainly intend to.”

  He growled and loomed over me, positioning himself so that his hands were planted on either side of my shoulders and one knee was between my legs.

  I breathed heavily, and for a moment our eyes locked. I hadn’t noticed how beautiful his were, golden, with a thin horizontal pupil, like a cat’s eye. He smiled, and cupped my face, leaning into me. He captured my mouth with his, tugging my lips apart. I felt his teeth, and it was so different than kissing a human that it felt surreal. But each time he moved his mouth against mine, my skin ignited. Mekvar was solid muscle, like carved grey stone with hidden flecks of gold. His scales gave a seal-like texture to his torso, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I wanted to feel his rough chest rub against my nipples.

  Between my legs throbbed and I arched up against his knee, rubbing myself on him. This Rushing thing was like nothing I’d ever felt. I oscillated between blindingly sexually frustrated and feeling such pure incandescent pleasure that it was difficult to breathe. This was the latter. Feeling his thick forked tongue tangle with mi
ne, his hands pressing mine into the bed and his heavy body holding me down beneath him was the most satisfying thing I’d ever felt.

  He was like every craving I’d ever had suddenly being satiated.

  Mekvar leaned forward to kiss me again, and I pressed a hand to his chest to stop him.

  “I want to see all of you,” I said, my mouth going dry with anticipation. “It’s only fair, you’ve seen me.”

  He swallowed, the knot at his throat bobbing up and down. At times he was so similar to a human man, but then I thought of his tongue sliding against mine and I shivered. I wanted to know if his cock was similar to a human’s too.

  He nodded once, and his fingers tugged at the fastening on his pants. I nearly screamed with relief. God, I wanted his cock. He unclipped the fastening on the leathery-smooth fabric, then moved them down so they sat low on his hips. He had double the abs of any human, even body builders. I bit my lip, watching as he pulled his pants down over his ass and his cock sprang free from its enclosure.

  It was absolutely enormous.

  I should have been terrified. But I’d never been more aroused in my life. He was bigger than any human cock I’d seen, and certainly bigger than anyone I’d ever been with. My legs drifted apart involuntarily and the smell of my arousal hit the air. Mekvar’s nostrils flared and he groaned. He knew what he was doing to me.

  I was very, very wet. I could feel the liquid sliding underneath me, running between my legs and lubricating my pussy, making it ready for him. His cock stood to attention, proud and erect, like a flag pole. His skin was textured there too, and more ridged than I was used to. When I looked closer, he had a cluster of ridged protrusions at the top of his dick, right at the base.

  “I want to touch you,” I said, my voice coming out as a croak.

  He shook his head. “I won’t be able to last very long if you do, my mate.”

  I laughed a little. “That’s the whole point.” I met his eyes. “I know what I want. I don’t care if this is a physiological response from whatever the Rushing is. I want to satisfy it. Please, let me feel you.”

  I could see indecision across his face. He was so stern, but it didn’t scare me. Instead I thought it was fucking hot. Like a sexy/angry gym teacher. At his brusque nod, I reached out a hand to stroke him. He shuddered when I felt the length of him, his thickness too large for my hand to circle him. His cock was soft over all that hardness, and had a curious roughness against my fingers, like little ridged bumps. He wasn’t scaled here, but hot and ribbed. I felt the protrusions of flesh at the base of his cock and they were rocky, like little beads underneath the surface. He hissed as I touched there.

  I looked up at him. “Sensitive?”

  “Very,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “Mekvar,” I said, my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, my eyes looking up at his. He was like some sort of Viking-demon-god, looking down at me as if he had risen from the ashes of an altar, and I was the sacrifice. “I want you inside me.”

  He shook his head again, and this time I saw fangs glinting in the flickering light. I grinned. His fangs had come out previously too, when he’d gone down on me, and when we’d kissed. It must have been a sign of arousal. Or loss of control.

  And I wanted him to lose control.

  I gathered my ‘dress’ and lifted it slowly to my waist. He watched every inch of its progression up my body with narrowed eyes. Once I’d gathered the sheer fabric at my stomach, I spread my legs wider.

  He growled, low.

  I bit my lip at the flood of liquid to my pussy at the sound. I’d never wanted anything more in my life than his cock inside me, filling me up to the brim. I pulled at the fabric from the top of the dress, until my breasts fell out and my nipples peaked in the cool air. My fingertips found the pebbled peaks and toyed with them, my eyes hooded as I watched him watching me with hunger.

  If I was in my right mind, I’d be shocked at my behavior. I wasn’t this forthright in sex, ever. As a bigger girl, I wasn’t the most body confident person and preferred to undress in the dark, slipping into bed and doing as minimal body touching as was possible while still managing to have sex.

  But now I felt beautiful and desirable. I felt powerful. And power was something I’d had so little of in the past couple of days I wanted to weep.

  “Please,” I begged, laying back on my elbows. “Please fill me.”

  Mekvar bent over me, his face in a snarl. “Beatrice. I can only resist so much.”

  “Then don’t resist at all,” I whispered, and took his face into my hands. He leaned closer and I kissed him, delving deeply into his mouth. At the same time, I arched up into him, pressing my wet, exposed, pussy onto his cock.

  We both moaned, the sound traveling between our mouths, fueling our desire. I moved again, and he gripped my generous hips almost painfully, kissing me with a force that took my breath away. His hands slid down my thighs and spread them apart even wider. He pivoted forward, the head of his cock breaching my entrance and sliding against my skin with the extreme wetness there.

  I raised my hips to meet his, desperate now. I felt crazy, mindless. I lifted myself up and the same time that he pressed forward and the head of his cock slid into my pussy.

  We both gasped with shock and delight and our mouths broke apart.

  Our gazes locked. Neither of us moved. Then, Mekvar clenched his jaw, gripped my hips, and pushed forward, thrusting his cock all the way inside, stretching me open with each inch, filling me until I felt stuffed, until I almost couldn’t bear anymore, until I sobbed from pure unabashed pleasure. When he finally reached the root of him, when his length finally stopped, that’s when I felt the rub of the rocky bumps at the top of the base of his cock. They were perfectly nestled on my clit.

  Mekvar leaned forward, placing his arms on either side of me. That slight shift brought his cock impossibly deeper, and the bumps against my clit shifted, rubbed.

  I moaned, lifting my hips. I called his name. I felt unhinged. I was drowning in pleasure, in him, in us, and he hadn’t even started really fucking me yet.

  And then he did.

  He withdrew, the bumps of his cock rubbing against the inside of my pussy, until he was all the way out, before slamming back in again.

  And he did it again and again and again. Each time he thrust into me, the protrusion hit my clit, making me see stars. With each thrust he took me rougher, and I loved it. We both moaned, our mouths so close that our breaths mingled. He had a sort of grimace on his face, something crossed between pleasure and pain, and he grunted heavily as he took me.

  “Beatrice,” he gasped out, thrusting again. My nipples rubbed against the raised scales on his chest and it felt exactly as good as I imagined it to feel, another frisson of pleasure zipping through me to go along with whatever this amazing thing was happening to my pussy. “Your cunt is so tight,” he groaned, his mouth falling against my neck. I felt the scrape of his fangs there. He grunted into my neck like an animal, and that’s when things got more frenzied, more wild. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up to meet him, his pelvis slapping into mine repeatedly, his cock pounding into me over and over.

  I screamed as an orgasm ripped through me, shattering my body, taking over my mind as wave after wave of the most enormous pleasure took hold.

  Mekvar roared, and the sound he made shook the whole tent. His cock went impossibly stiff inside me, then hot. Wet juices gushed out of me, spilling audibly from my pussy and onto the bed. He pushed forward once more and then was still, and his cock pulsed inside me over and over and over. I struggled to catch my breath, but Mekvar was breathing so hard it was like he’d just ran a marathon.

  After a moment he pulled himself free. I was sore and achy. But I was also surprised at how empty I felt. And how much I wanted him to fuck me again.

  I never got the chance to tell him that, because I promptly fell asleep.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mekvar

  I watched my mate in th
e dawn light that filtered through cracks in the tent. She was beautiful. And she was mine.

  But maybe not, a voice whispered in the back of my head. As far as I knew, she still wanted to escape, and not just from Stryxx. She wanted to go back to her home planet. I didn’t even know if that was possible, but I would be a fool to think she would want to stay with me. No matter what pleasure we had in bed.

  It was only the Rushing that made her feel this way. She didn’t want me. Not really.

  A laugh from outside jarred me from my self pity and I looked back at Beatrice once more. I was a selfish fool. I was worrying whether she truly wanted me or not, when she had been kidnapped and forced to work as a sex slave for a notorious pleasure planet. No wonder she wasn’t focused on our mating connection. She just wanted to be free.

  Disgusted with myself for being so self-centered, I left the bed and tugged my trousers on. I fixed my weapons belt onto my hips. Weapons weren’t allowed on Stryxx, but I hadn’t lost the habit of attaching the empty belt to my waist.

  Beatrice sighed loudly and stirred. My heart stuttered at the sight of her rumpled, sleepy form, uncurling from the bed.

  “Where are you going, Mekvar?” she asked, her words stained with drowsiness.

  Coming to a decision, I sat beside her on the bed and placed my hand against her plush hip. “It is we who are going somewhere, my Beatrice.”

  She raised herself up and blinked at me. “What?” Her blurted words brought a smile to my face.

  “I won’t leave you again, my mate. Not when anything could happen to you here while I am gone. It was a mistake to leave you the first time. It is my duty to protect you. We will begin searching for the Dragorian scientist together.”

  I commanded her full attention now, and all traces of sleep were gone from her face.

  “Yes, of course,” she said, throwing the covers off her beautiful curvy body, her skin the color of burnt sand from the warm beaches near my home.