was still smirking at me. How dare he?
"So, I'm your captive, then."
At that, he smiled. "Yes." Then he took a step closer.
Fuck this and fuck him. Yeah, I was totally hot for a scaly alien, but I had no interest in being a complacent prisoner.
One of the low floating tables was next to me, with the remains of the meal Thea had provided. I reached down and snatched the glasses, flinging them and their contents at Tlavi's head. Then I grabbed the heavy carafe by the handle.
It wouldn't be much of a fair fight — he outweighed me and was way, way taller — but if I could surprise him and get a solid hit to the head, then maybe I could get the upper hand and gain control of the situation.
Except from the look on his face as vitae dripped off his chin, the last thing the lizardman expected was any kind of resistance. As I swung the weighty jug at his head, he burst into action. He caught the carafe in his hand easily and used it to pull me firmly into his arms.
Taking advantage of the momentum, I launched at him. I'm not a lightweight or a delicate flower, so we went down in a pile of arms and legs. And with another twist that I couldn't keep up with, he was on top, straddling me. My arms were pinned to my sides and my breaths where coming out in gasps.
Touching him was a mistake. He wasn't kidding about the life mate stuff being explosive. His weight on me, his warmth, his scent filled my nose. My nipples were hard as rocks and I couldn't tell if I was panting from adrenaline and exertion or if I was moaning with need.
His eye slits expanded and his grip on me tightened. He stared down at me, his eyes glued to my heaving bosom and he growled. He literally growled, then hissed at me. "You filthy ape-thing. I don't want you, it's just Pogona pulling us together. Control your weak mind."
It was like cold water being dumped all over me. He was the one who kidnapped me, who wouldn't let me go. I was still physically burning for him, but as he lowered his head to mine - I head-butted him. Hard.
Copper-colored blood gushed out of his nose, but he still didn't release my arms. He was nestled between my legs and I could feel a very distinct hardness pressing into me, only the thin silk of the dress and his pants keeping him from plunging into my slick core.
He released one hand to pull the skirt of my gown up. I balled my hand into a fist and punched him in the nose again, hoping that it was more sensitive now. But his hand was relentless.
For all our roughness, he was so gentle as he touched me that all the fight went out of me. He lightly trailed up my mound, then stroked my clit with his thumb.
It was like lightening exploded out of my aching nub. I went from fighting him to arching my back and clutching him. His thumb circled my clit and I shook in his arms. His fingers probed my now soaking slit and I lost all sense of being.
He growled in my ear as he discovered my wetness and plunged two of his fingers into me. My hips rose to meet the thrust of his hand and the only thought I had was of having him in me. He drove me higher and higher with his hands until a blazing orgasm ripped through me.
His growls now sounded triumphant and I could only whimper as he removed his hand. My eyelids fluttered open to him staring down at me - pure satisfaction on his face as he undid his pants. His mind isn’t as strong as he thought it was, since he can’t keep his hands off me.
I spread my legs wider, more than ready to feel his hard length fill me. I wanted everything he could give me. Whatever this thing was between us, we were going to figure it out right now.
Before he could release his cock and take me, he was flying backward through the air and off of me. I looked up in a daze. It was Thea and, holy shit, she was strong. And mad as hell. She'd grabbed him by the back of the shirt and flung him head over heels away from me. I managed to pull the gown
"So, I'm your captive, then."
At that, he smiled. "Yes." Then he took a step closer.
Fuck this and fuck him. Yeah, I was totally hot for a scaly alien, but I had no interest in being a complacent prisoner.
One of the low floating tables was next to me, with the remains of the meal Thea had provided. I reached down and snatched the glasses, flinging them and their contents at Tlavi's head. Then I grabbed the heavy carafe by the handle.
It wouldn't be much of a fair fight — he outweighed me and was way, way taller — but if I could surprise him and get a solid hit to the head, then maybe I could get the upper hand and gain control of the situation.
Except from the look on his face as vitae dripped off his chin, the last thing the lizardman expected was any kind of resistance. As I swung the weighty jug at his head, he burst into action. He caught the carafe in his hand easily and used it to pull me firmly into his arms.
Taking advantage of the momentum, I launched at him. I'm not a lightweight or a delicate flower, so we went down in a pile of arms and legs. And with another twist that I couldn't keep up with, he was on top, straddling me. My arms were pinned to my sides and my breaths where coming out in gasps.
Touching him was a mistake. He wasn't kidding about the life mate stuff being explosive. His weight on me, his warmth, his scent filled my nose. My nipples were hard as rocks and I couldn't tell if I was panting from adrenaline and exertion or if I was moaning with need.
His eye slits expanded and his grip on me tightened. He stared down at me, his eyes glued to my heaving bosom and he growled. He literally growled, then hissed at me. "You filthy ape-thing. I don't want you, it's just Pogona pulling us together. Control your weak mind."
It was like cold water being dumped all over me. He was the one who kidnapped me, who wouldn't let me go. I was still physically burning for him, but as he lowered his head to mine - I head-butted him. Hard.
Copper-colored blood gushed out of his nose, but he still didn't release my arms. He was nestled between my legs and I could feel a very distinct hardness pressing into me, only the thin silk of the dress and his pants keeping him from plunging into my slick core.
He released one hand to pull the skirt of my gown up. I balled my hand into a fist and punched him in the nose again, hoping that it was more sensitive now. But his hand was relentless.
For all our roughness, he was so gentle as he touched me that all the fight went out of me. He lightly trailed up my mound, then stroked my clit with his thumb.
It was like lightening exploded out of my aching nub. I went from fighting him to arching my back and clutching him. His thumb circled my clit and I shook in his arms. His fingers probed my now soaking slit and I lost all sense of being.
He growled in my ear as he discovered my wetness and plunged two of his fingers into me. My hips rose to meet the thrust of his hand and the only thought I had was of having him in me. He drove me higher and higher with his hands until a blazing orgasm ripped through me.
His growls now sounded triumphant and I could only whimper as he removed his hand. My eyelids fluttered open to him staring down at me - pure satisfaction on his face as he undid his pants. His mind isn’t as strong as he thought it was, since he can’t keep his hands off me.
I spread my legs wider, more than ready to feel his hard length fill me. I wanted everything he could give me. Whatever this thing was between us, we were going to figure it out right now.
Before he could release his cock and take me, he was flying backward through the air and off of me. I looked up in a daze. It was Thea and, holy shit, she was strong. And mad as hell. She'd grabbed him by the back of the shirt and flung him head over heels away from me. I managed to pull the gown
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