Ignite by Tana Stone

Chapter Fourteen

Zoey

All the breath rushed from my body as Kalex filled me, holding himself deep while I fought for breath. His own breathing was shallow, and he raised his head, meeting my eyes.

“Are you still sure?”

Even though his girth stretched me farther than I’d ever been stretched before, I loved the feeling of being filled by him. “I’m sure. Don’t even think of going easy on me.”

My body pulsed as I clung to his back, my fingers slipping on his sweaty skin before finding purchase on the bumps that ran down the length of his spine. His nodes, I thought, remembering that Drexian males had bumps that heated and grew hard when they were aroused. If that was true, he was very aroused, because the bumps burned under my flesh.

The captain’s mouth quirked as he drew himself out, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’d never dream of it.” Then he stroked back in me, scooping his hips at the last minute and hitting all the right spots.

I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his body meshed with mine, our bare flesh hot. He thrust into me with a steady rhythm, each powerful movement making me gasp, then he dragged his tongue up the length of my neck, nipping my jawline and making me hiss out a breath.

“Eyes on me, Zoey,” he said, his commanding tone startling me enough that I opened my eyes. Our faces were so close our breath mingled, and I watched the pulse thrum at his temple. Even though it was hard to resist fluttering my eyelids closed so I could disappear into a world of intoxicating sensations, his gaze was pure power.

I put one hand on his cheek, my nails scraping his dark stubble and pressing hard enough for him to draw in a quick breath. His eyes flashed, and he drove into me even harder, heat skittering across my skin. I hitched my legs higher, crossing them behind his back.

“You want it deeper?”

Before I could think about whether I could handle deeper, he’d reared back and lifted one leg over his shoulder while he held the other leg out to the side. My ass left the table, and I moaned as the new angle penetrated me even farther. “Kalex!”

“That’s right,” he gritted out. “Scream my name.”

I clenched my teeth together to keep myself from crying out again. As incredible as he felt, I did not want the arrogant ass to think he could make me do whatever he wanted me to, even if he was buried balls-deep inside me.

I scored one hand down the intricate black tattoos that spanned from his shoulder to his wrist, watching pink marks bloom behind my fingers. “Why don’t you scream mine?”

He let out a low laugh, sliding his hand around so his thumb brushed against my exposed clit. My body jerked, the sensitive nerves already overloaded.

“Kalex,” I said, as he continued to pump into me, swirling his thumb over my clit while my body shuddered. “It’s too much.”

He paused his thumb but didn’t stop driving into me, the muscles in his neck straining and his shoulders bunched. “I thought you said you could handle me.”

I whimpered and arched my back. My second release would be faster than the first, but I could already sense that it would be fiercer.

In a single, fast movement, Kalex spun my leg over my body and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling out for a beat before he planted my feet on the floor, kicked them wide and drove into me from behind. I knifed up, throwing my head back as he grasped my neck and twisted my face around so that he could capture my mouth with his.

Now his pace was punishing, his cock hammering into me as his tongue fought with mine. When he broke away, he whispered urgently in my ear. “Is this too much?”

I shook my head so hard my vision blurred. “Give it to me.”

Kalex let out a guttural sound, pushing my head down and grasping my hips so he could angle my ass into the air. I twisted my head around to watch him, his jaw tight and sweat beading down his chest. His eyes were riveted to the place our bodies met, and he growled as he watched himself stroke into me.

“You like watching yourself?” I asked, my voice low.

He glanced up, cocking an eyebrow at me. “I like watching your tight, little pussy take me.”

“I told you I could take you,” I said, arching my ass even higher. “Everything you can dish out and more, Captain.”

He reached one hand around and found my clit again, teasing me as he continued thrusting. “Kalex.”

I managed to laugh even though my body began to spasm, wave after delicious wave crashing over me, my body clenching around his cock as I gripped the sides of the table and screamed. He returned both hands to my hips, hammering a final hard thrust into me before roaring his own release and pulsing hot into me.

I sagged onto the table as he jerked a few times and finally bent over me, gasping for air. He rested his forehead against my back, his warm breaths tickling my skin and sending shivers down my spine. When I could breathe enough to speak, I craned my neck around to look at him.

“Any chance of you letting me up?”

“If it means I have to pull out, no.”

A giggle escaped my throat. “Speaking of that, how are you still hard?”

He slowly sat back. “I’m still inside you. How could I not be hard?”

I shook my head in disbelief. I’d heard whispers about the Drexians—their size, their stamina, their skill—but no one had mentioned that they stayed hard. Then my stomach clenched. “I’m not on any… We didn’t use anything.”

His brow furrowed for a moment, his recent orgasm clearly making his mind sluggish. “You mean a condom?” He made a face. “Primitive things. We don’t need to use them. Every Drexian is immunized for sexual diseases and given an implant. When we take a mate, it’s removed.”

“The males take the birth control?”

He looked at me as if my question was absurd. “We do cause fertilization. It only makes sense to put the responsibility on us.” His expression became serious. “I would never have put you at risk.”

“Thanks,” I said. It was a strange conversation to have considering he was still inside me, but it was also kind of sweet.

Kalex slowly drew himself from me, and I immediately missed the feeling of him lodged between my legs.

“There’s still the matter of insubordination,” he said, standing with his hands on his hips behind me.

I turned, leaning against the table so my legs wouldn’t collapse. “Insubordination?”

Even completely naked with his long cock hanging between his legs, he looked imposing and intimidating. Maybe even more so now that I knew what he could do with said cock.

He gave a single nod, his gaze raking over my body and lingering on my breasts. “You didn’t scream my name like I ordered you to.”

My pulse fluttered, and I crossed my arms over my chest, purposefully pushing my breasts up so the hard nipples were impossible to miss. “I told you I wouldn’t unless you made me.”

He licked his bottom lip as he eyed my tight peaks. “I guess I’ll have to be more persuasive next time.”

“Next time?” I teased. “That’s pretty arrogant of you to assume there’ll be a next time.”

He closed the gap between us, circling one hand around my waist and pressing it to the small of my back. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you again, make no doubt about it.”

Arousal heated my core, even though I wanted to be irritated with him. How had he flipped it around, so he was the one in charge? I dragged a finger down between his sculpted pectoral muscles. “You’re going to fuck me when and where I say you can, Captain.”

He cupped my face in his other hand, his gaze taking in my features before locking eyes with me. “I’ll agree to those demands.”

“I’ll bet you will.”

He dropped his head, his lips vibrating the shell of my ear as he spoke. “But I have some demands of my own.”

I pulled back, pushing him away with one hand planted on his chest. “Like?”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis.”

My fingertips traced a scar beneath his chest muscles, enjoying our verbal sparring almost as much as I’d enjoyed our sexual sparring. “And this?”

He stiffened, stepping back, and releasing me from his grasp. “Nothing.”

I watched as he gathered our clothes off the floor, wondering why the scar made the tough Drexian react so strangely. He tugged on his clothes quickly, glancing at me and then the door.

“We should leave separately.”

I didn’t look up as I buttoned my shirt. “You’re already dressed. You should go.”

He took a step then hesitated, looking back at me with a tortured expression that made my own gut lurch.

“Go,” I said. “It’s not like you’re going to walk me back to my door and give me a goodnight kiss. This was not a date.”

He held my gaze for a moment, then grunted and nodded, spinning and striding from the lounge. I finished dressing and released a breath, relieved that I wasn’t the only one who wanted to keep feelings out of it. This would make it so much easier when we both left.