Breeding Ground Part 30
He looked as entranced by her as she was by him.
"I don't know what you are to me, either," Alex whispered, "but I want you to f.u.c.k me."
Malik's jaw tightened at her provocative words. Their gazes met and held as he positioned the head of his thick c.o.c.k at her c.u.n.t. He'd been wanting this moment to happen ever since his awakening. He'd desired none other but Alexandria, the need to be close to her overwhelming in its intensity. And now she lay before him, compliant and willing.
Her long, golden curls fanned out beneath her, stunning in their beauty. Her hard nipples jutted up, beckoning to his mouth and hands. Her p.u.s.s.y was as pink and swollen as her nipples, the hole small and tight.
Later he would take his time. Later he would spend hour upon hour licking every inch of her. Right now, he decided on a clenched jaw, he just needed to join with her.
Malik impaled her on a low, resonating groan, his eyelids heavy as he pressed his c.o.c.k deep inside her. Alexandria moaned in response, her back arching and her nipples stabbing up even higher into the air.
She felt so good. So d.a.m.n tight and warm.
"Malik..."
He knew what she wanted. It was what he wanted, too.
Wasting no time with the preliminaries-no foreplay, no more words, no nothing-he gave her the hard, merciless f.u.c.k they both craved. Palming her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and ma.s.saging her stiff nipples, he began to rock in and out of her, pounding away inside of her c.u.n.t. He moaned as he f.u.c.ked her, having never felt a p.u.s.s.y that pulled him back in with every outstroke. But then this was Alexandria...
Everything about her was exotic. Everything about her was perfect.
Malik took her harder, his hands at her knees, holding them far apart. A growl threatening to rumble from low in his throat, he tried to hold it back for fear of frightening her. Luckily it didn't faze her, for he didn't succeed.
On a loud, territorial growl, Malik impaled her over and over, again and again and again. The sound of her flesh enveloping his echoed throughout the bedchamber. The tangy scent of their combined arousal perfumed the air about them.
"Harder," she gritted out, her nostrils flaring, "please."
They stared at each other the entire time, their gazes never wavering as he gave her what she wanted. He rode her c.u.n.t hard, f.u.c.king her with the ruthlessness of his species. In and out, harder, faster, deeper-
"Malik." Her eyes rolled back into her head and she screamed, telling him without words she had found her pleasure. Her p.u.s.s.y began to quiver in a series of foreign contractions-another surprise-and before he could stop himself he had pa.s.sed the edge from which there was no turning back.
Malik plunged in and out of her c.u.n.t once, twice, three times more. On the loudest, fiercest roar his throat had ever issued, he threw his head back and came fast and hard. He spurted s.e.m.e.n deep inside of her, the volcanic feeling one he wish could go on and on forever.
Alex's eyes widened as she watched him shape-shift before her eyes. One moment he had been a beast and then, a moment later when he roared and his body stiffened atop hers as he came, his entire being morphed into that of a man.
She watched in fascination and awe as he regained some control of himself and, not bothering to shift back into beast form, looked down at her through the gold eyes of his race.
He was a beautiful vampire with his fanged incisors and intense expression. A more masculine and deadly face she'd never seen, but it was beautiful.
Neither of them said a word as he came down on top of her, their gazes still locked as if transfixed. They studied each other for a suspended moment before he closed his eyes and placed a single, gentle kiss on her forehead.
Her heart thumped in a way it never had before.
Alex said nothing when Malik laid down his head and found comfort between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She raised her hands and held him tight, not wanting to let go.
Chapter Nineteen.
On her back, a hand flung over her head, Alex awoke to the feel of her nipples being sucked. She moaned, her eyelids batting in rapid succession as she forced them open.
"Good morning," she breathed out, noting that he had remained in his man-like form. She smiled, reaching down and running her fingers through hair she hadn't known he possessed until he'd shifted last night. It was a s.e.xy, shoulder-length, inky black with threads of gold woven through it.
He raised his eyebrows, gazing at her from beneath them. He smiled as best he could around her nipple, but didn't release it to return her greeting. She grinned.
Alex watched him suck on her nipples, arousal knotting in her belly. He sucked on one until it was stiff and hard, then switched to the other and did the same. Back and forth, over and over again.
Within minutes her expression had taken on a drugged look, her body writhing beneath his. "Please," she whispered, arching her back. "I want you inside me."
Malik raised his head from her chest. A light green gaze clashed with a serpentine gold one.
"Tell me," he said thickly, coming down on top of her. "I want to hear from your lips how badly you want your king-G.o.d to f.u.c.k you."
She frowned. "I have problems referring to any man as my king, let alone as my G.o.d."
Malik reached between her thighs and began stroking her c.l.i.t in the way he knew she liked. Alex sucked in her breath.
"On the other hand," she demurred, "if the t.i.tle fits..."
"Tell me," he again demanded. His voice was deep with authority and low with need.
"I want my king-G.o.d to f.u.c.k me," Alex whispered. She closed her eyes and moaned when the circles at her c.l.i.t became more vigorous. "Badly."
"And I wish to f.u.c.k my queen-G.o.ddess."
Alex's eyes flew open. She had not been expecting him to refer to her in such an egalitarian way. The term, which would have sounded dumb coming from any man's lips but this one, squeezed her heart in the most pleasurable way.
For him, such a term carried a world of meaning.
There was something else she had not been expecting. Alex realized for the first time since she'd awoken that the chain had been removed from her. The thin, ornate, gold collar still decorated her neck, but there was no leash attached to it.
"Then do it." She raised her hips, arching them up to him. "Please."
His half-smile was arrogance personified. And very Malik.
"Roll over," he murmured. "I want to see your gorgeous a.s.s jiggle when I f.u.c.k you."
Malik was carnal in a way she'd never known. The words were undeniably provocative, as was the mental image they conjured up. She waited for him to sit up on his knees and then, just like he wanted, rolled over onto her belly.
"All fours," Malik purred. "a.s.s and head both up. I want those s.e.xy t.i.ts of yours to jiggle, too."
Alex blew out a breath. He was capable of igniting fire within her using no more than words. Again, she obeyed, taking to all fours, arching her back like a sleek cat.
He grabbed her hips and positioned his c.o.c.k at her hole. The absence of pubic hair made every sensation increased by a hundredfold.
"Please, Malik," she said softly, wanting him more than she wanted to breathe. She wiggled her a.s.s, letting him know she was more than eager and ready. "I want my king-G.o.d to f.u.c.k me."
A small, low growl began to reverberate in his chest. She smiled to herself, recognizing what that meant-he was about to f.u.c.k her brains out. Almost literally.