Page 43 of The Thren's Fated

Even restrained and helpless, she felt warm, heat tingling her core and lightness filling her body.

“Well?” Screl asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and delivering a grin which made her blood boil.

“I hate you,” she finally whispered, unable to bear the thought of returning to her room alone.

Somehow, despite his gruff exterior, the words seemed to wound him, a moment of hurt flashing across his face before he composed himself. Screl gripped her waist, leaning down and planting a hard kiss on her lips, one she had no power to stop with her arms restrained.

And fuck, she didn’t want it to stop, not the flick of his tongues against her lips, or the hands at her waist, igniting the ache of the bruises he’d given her the night before.

There was a bulge between her legs and she knew what it had to be—his cocks standing at attention, though his pants still shielded him. Without thinking, she rolled her hips, gasping at the delicious pressure against her clit even as his tongues raked through her mouth, coiling around her own.

A chuckle passed between them, Screl tightening his grip on her waist and guiding her as she ground against his erections. It was ecstasy, the solid lengths pressing against her in just the right way and dizzying her vision with stars.

Lena shifted, riding harder as every thought emptied from her mind. There was no more anger or fear, just a burning desire that she needed to quell.

Screl observed her, rocking her hips while she rutted against him. Her whimpers filled the room, and he moaned in tandem, his eyes half-lidded as she felt his cocks pulsing between her legs.

So desperate, so fucking desperate, but she didn’t care, grinding until stars exploded in her eyes, her entire body vibrating with release. She cried out, trembling with each wave of pleasure that washed over her, wishing she could actually liquefy and melt into Screl’s arms.

With a final gasp, her entire body sighed with relief, making room for the anxiety prickling at her brain once more. She noticed the mess her arousal had made of his pants, then looked up to see his sly smile.

“Ah. Now, now. Don’t let that pretty little head of yours fill with worries again.”

His words sent a shudder through her, and before she could react, he was hoisting her up and positioning her in the middle of the bed, then slipping her dress off with a soft smile.

As she quivered under his touch, he laid her back, taking her wrist and gently fastening a soft cuff around it, which connected her to the corner of the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a pinch of panic forming.

“I am going to give you what you need. Trust me.”

Trust him? After everything he’d done?

“Are you going to get rid of me after this?”

She couldn’t help but ask, her breath catching in her throat as she awaited his answer.

“Of course not,” Screl said, frowning. “I told you that you were mine, and I meant it.”

Lena heaved in a great breath, trying to calm her racing heart as he secured her free wrist to the other side of the bed. Already a pleasant buzz permeated her skin, from her orgasm and the way he stalked to the edge of the bed, his eyes washing over her prone form.

Trust him. Trust him. Trust him.

Despite her brain setting off alarms, she did trust him, was eager to see what he’d do now that he had her in such a compromising position. Her mind raced with possibilities, envisioning the scene from the upper levels of Cosmic Pulse, the wolf-alien taking the human hard while her limbs were restrained.

“Beautiful human,” he muttered, breathing in deeply and taking in the scent of her need. “I can do more than just ravage my bed partners, you know. That’s not the only game I like to play.”

The vulnerability was exhilarating as Screl crawled onto the bed, pressing heated kisses along her burning flesh. A feral one at her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, a soft one at her breast. He squeezed her with broad fingers, pinching her nipples until they stiffened and sent jolts of fiery arousal through her.

By the time he made it to her lower half, Lena was a puddle, her cunt throbbing between her thighs. She needed his hot tongues to carve through her flesh, to give her the release she so desperately needed.

One was not enough, her body craving more as he hiked her legs over his shoulders and pressed his face between her thighs, spread wide by his hands. Lena shivered as twin tongues extended from his mouth, raking across her slit and sending a jolt through her.

The galaxy shrank away as Screl swiped his hot tongues along her seam, teasing her with too gentle strokes. He probed into her, using his tongues like a tentacle or cock, brushing over the sensitive spot that sent arousal pooling in her core.

Lena leaned her head back, bucking her hips up to meet him as her eyes closed with rapture. The sensation was too good, amplified by the way she desperately wanted to reach for him, only to be hindered by the cuffs at her wrists.

A growl rumbled through the room, and she cried out as the warm wetness left her cunt.