Purity

  “I’m sorry about that,” K whispered. “I didn’t feel like I had a choice.”

  “I understand that but I was nearly out of my mind, darlin’.” He stroked her hair. “I don’t want you doing that anymore. No more going off without me. If this formula works, we’re together for life. Okay?”

  “Agreed.” K rubbed her cheek against his palm. “Boone…please, touch me.”

  “Gladly,” he rumbled, running his hands up and down her bare back and then around to cup her naked mound. “How’s this?”

  “Wonderful…” K moaned, opening her legs for him. Her sex felt even hotter and wetter now, throbbing with the need to be stroked and filled. As Boone’s fingers slipped between her swollen outer lips to caress her inner folds, she gripped his shoulders hard, bracing herself against the waves of pleasure his gentle touch brought.

  “God, you’re wet,” he murmured, the pad of one finger circling her clit. “That should help when I try to get inside you. Of course…” He regarded her with half-lidded eyes. “You could always be wetter.”

  K thought she knew what he was talking about and her heart skipped a beat.

  “Are you going to…to taste me again?” she asked, looking up at him. “Because I liked that Boone—liked it a lot.”

  “You’re not the only one,” he growled. “Come on, let’s get comfortable so I can lick your sweet little pussy until you come for me.”

  K felt another shiver of pure desire. “You know I love it when you tell me what you want to do to me.”

  He kissed the side of her neck as he lowered her to the sleeping platform and then settled beside her. “I love it that you love dirty talk.”

  “Tell me more, then,” K urged, snuggling against him. “Tell me exactly what you’re going to do.”

  “Well, first I’m going to get comfortable.” Scooting back to the top of the sleeping platform, he propped a pillow under his head.

  K shook her head, perplexed. “Why are you doing that? I thought I was the one who was supposed to lie down.”

  “Not this time.” Boone’s eyes were lazy with lust. “This time I want you on top. You’re going to ride my face, darlin’. Straddle my head and lower your hot little pussy down so I can lick you right.”

  K bit her lip. “I don’t understand…why do you want me in a different position?”

  “For one thing I like the idea of you on top of me—looking up and seeing your beautiful breasts bounce while I taste you.” Boone stroked her cheek, looking into her eyes. “And second, it opens your pussy up more. That way I can get my tongue really deep inside you, baby. So I can tonguefuck you the way I want to.”

  “Tongue…?”

  “Fuck,” he finished for her, his eyes never leaving hers. “Think of it as a preview for the real thing. Okay?”

  “I guess so…” K felt a little uncertain as she got into the position he wanted her in, with her knees on either side of his head. She felt unsteady until Boone slid his big hands around her hips and ass, supporting and soothing her at the same time.

  “It’s all right, darlin’,” he assured her. “Come on down and let me taste you.”

  “I don’t know, Boone…” K looked at him uncertainly. “What if I…I’m afraid I might hurt you. Crush you.”

  He laughed. “No way in hell, baby. I’m a big guy, remember? There’s no way you could crush me with your sweet little body. Now come down for me.”

  Despite his encouragement K hovered above him, feeling a mixture of desire and fear.

  Look,” Boone continued gently, obviously sensing her worry. “Just come down a little at first. I’ll start by kissing you—just like I was kissing your mouth. Okay?”

  “I…guess so.” K allowed his big hands to guide her down until her aching sex was just above his mouth. With a mixture of desire and embarrassment, she saw that the way he had her positioned and open for him, her outer lips were spreading of their own accord, revealing the hot, slippery pink interior of her pussy, almost begging for his kiss.

  Boone kept his eyes locked with hers. “Watch me,” he murmured hoarsely. “Just one kiss at first, I promise.”

  Then he parted his lips and pressed a hot, gentle, open-mouthed kiss to her sex.

  K moaned helplessly as she felt his heat against her core and his tongue brushing gently over her throbbing clit. True to his word, Boone kissed her sex exactly as he would kiss her mouth, long and hot and sweet as he held her gaze with his own.

  “Feels good, darlin’?” he asked when he broke the kiss at last.

  Wordlessly, K nodded. It felt incredible. And yet she needed more.

  “Good.” Boone gave her another lazy smile. “Then relax and let yourself come all the way down. Let me kiss you right and get my tongue all the way into that creamy pussy of yours.”

  “Boone,” she whispered breathlessly, threading her fingers through his hair. “It feels so good. But are you sure…”

  “I’m plenty strong enough to support you,” he assured her, his grip on her hips and ass tightening slightly. “Just come down, baby. Press your pussy against my mouth and really grind against my face. I want to feel you fucking my tongue.”

  The hot words and the desire in his eyes were more than enough to convince her. K lowered herself, trusting to his strength to keep her steady as she pressed her open sex to his mouth.

  Boone groaned in obvious satisfaction and spread her even wider, splitting her thighs and opening her sex completely for his mouth. K cried out and her grip tightened on his hair when she felt him lapping her open cunt, bathing her slippery inner folds and throbbing clit with his hot tongue.

  So good! Oh, Purity, it felt so good she could hardly stand it. Inside her she felt something growing, some primal need that would make itself known soon. Closing her eyes, she tried to ignore it and concentrate on the pleasure Boone was giving her.

  Boone licked and sucked, teasing the little nub of her clit with the tip of his tongue and then pressing the flat of his tongue to it instead and holding still while K writhed against him, grinding against his face just as he’d wanted her to. Then, suddenly, he changed positions and she felt something hot and thick and wet slipping deeply into her, penetrating her pussy.

  K nearly wailed with pleasure as she felt him slide inside her. This was what she needed, what her body was craving. And yet she wanted even more. His tongue was wonderful but she needed something different, something thicker and longer and stronger inside her, fucking her, filling her up…The need inside her roared again, growing claws and fangs, demanding something else. K pushed it away, trying to be content.

  Boone’s tongue slipped deeper into her, sliding in and out and she rode his face, her fingers tight in his spiky hair. The pleasure inside her was building, the familiar wire tightening in her belly with each stroke and yet she couldn’t quite seem to find the edge of orgasm as she had before. There was something missing…something her body was crying out for, the primal need inside her, the urging of her cycle told her so. With a surge of frustration, K realized she wasn’t going to be able to reach a release until she got it.

  “Boone,” she gasped, twitching her hips away from him. “I can’t…I need…This is good but it isn’t enough.”

  He let her go and looked up, his mouth wet with her juices.

  “It’s all right, darlin’—tell me. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I need you inside me. Not just your tongue.” K slid down the length of his body and cupped the hard, throbbing ridge of his shaft through the thin black material of his underbriefs. “I need this—need you all the way in me.”

  Boone’s eyes blazed with desire but it was clear he was trying to hold himself back.

  “Look, darlin’,” he said reasonably. “I know your cycle is making you all kinds of crazy but I still want to take this slow. You’re a virgin and you’re going to be tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Boone, please! I’m not afraid, I just need you. I’m afraid i
f I don’t have you in me soon I’ll lose control!”

  “All right, darlin’,” he said soothingly. “Take some deep breaths—it’s okay. We’ll get through this.”

  “Only if I can have you inside me right now.”

  K was already pulling at his underbriefs. She got the black material down and bit her lip at the sight of his long, thick shaft. Boone was right—the size difference between them might present a problem. K had never seen male genitalia before but she knew big when she saw it. Still, the need growling in her center blazed so hotly she didn’t care—she just wanted him inside her.

  She straddled his hips as she had straddled his face and grasped the thick pole of flesh in one hand. He was hot and hard and the skin of his shaft was silky and much softer than she would have expected. On the tip of his broad, flaring crown a single droplet of clear liquid formed a pearl of moisture. Spreading her thighs, K rubbed the head of his shaft against herself, spreading her outer lips and stroking it over the throbbing nub of her clit and her wet inner folds.

  “God, darlin’.” Boone’s deep voice was hoarse. “Be careful, take it slow.”

  Taking it slow was the last thing K wanted to do but she had no choice. As she lowered herself onto him, allowing the broad head to breach her entrance, she could feel his thickness spreading her, opening her as she had never been opened before. The stretching sensation was intense—almost painful—but the need inside her drove her to take more, spreading her legs even wider and sliding down, impaling herself inch by thick inch on his cock.

  She felt a short, sharp pain when he was halfway inside her and gave a little cry.

  “K?” Boone looked worried. “Are you all right?” He started to pull her off him but she resisted.

  “Fine, I just…” She moved again experimentally, letting herself down a little more. To her relief, the pain was not repeated. “It only hurt for a minute,” she told Boone, panting. “I…I’m better now.”

  “All right then.” He was still watching her, an anxious look on his face. “Just take it slow.”

  “Don’t want to,” K moaned as she pressed down again. The need inside her was growing, growling for more. Purity but he was thick! She could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate him and it hurt a little but it also felt good, so good at the same time. Finally she felt the broad head of his shaft press hard against the bottom of her channel.

  “Boone,” she gasped. “Oh Purity, you’re in me…all the way in me now.”

  “Is this what you need?” His jaw was tight, as though it was all he could do to hold himself still but his hands on her hips were firm and steady. “Does it feel better now?”

  “It’s starting to. But I need something else…something…” Experimentally, K raised herself, letting a few inches of his thick shaft slip out of her. Then she dropped back down, moaning as she felt him fill her all over. “Oh, yes…Purity, yes,” she whispered.

  “That’s right, darlin’,” Boone growled softly, reaching up to cup and caress her naked breasts. “Ride me. Go on and fuck yourself on me.”

  K did as he asked, feeling the wire tighten again even as the primal need grew. The gentle rhythm she’d established felt good and she could tell she was getting adjusted to his girth. And yet still, she needed more. Something inside her, something primitive and savage, insisted that it wasn’t enough, wasn’t deep enough or hard enough or rough enough.

  Biting her lower lip in frustration, K rocked against him. Pressing her hands to his muscular torso she braced herself and worked hard, sliding the thick shaft in and out of her sex and deeply as she could. Boone was still just laying there, his eyes narrowed with concentration and his hands clenched into fists of tension by his sides.

  “Easy there, darlin’,” he murmured, as K’s agitation grew. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

  “I can’t…I need…” Her motions grew more varied, more desperate. She thrust herself against him, crying in frustration. How could having him in her still not be enough? What else was her cycle demanding of her? How could she fulfill the wild, driving ache within her? How could she fill the emptiness? “Boone,” she moaned. “Boone, please…”

  “That’s enough.” Suddenly he was sliding her off him, withdrawing the thick shaft she desperately needed so abruptly that K nearly cried.

  “No!” She fought to reach him, to get him back inside her. New urges were rising inside her, new impulses that both called to her and frightened her. “No, Boone, I need you! You don’t understand, I need you.”

  “Yes, I do understand.” His deep voice was grim. “I did some serious research into the Erian mating cycle in the last couple of days—forced Loki to get me into some hidden databases too.”

  “Then what is it?” K demanded, clenching her hands into fists. “I feel like I need you in me but then I want more, I need…I need…”

  “You need what I was hoping not to have to do.” Boone looked at her soberly. “You need to be bred.”

  “What does that mean?” K’s eyes were stinging and her sex was throbbing with deep, unfulfilled ache.

  “God, darlin’, your eyes are pure gold now. Gorgeous.” Boone cupped her cheek and sighed. “It means that in the third phase of your cycle you need to be taken really hard and deep. It’s almost…an animal instinct.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want to do it because I was afraid I’d hurt you. But now I’m afraid you’ll hurt yourself if I don’t.”

  “Boone…” She was trembling all over now, shaking with need, so tense she felt like she could jump on him and rip him apart. Somehow she was able to control herself but she didn’t know if she could for long unless her need was met. “Please do it, please try. I feel…feel like I’m dying inside. I need this…need you. Please do whatever you have to do to make it stop. I don’t want to lose control. I don’t want to hurt you!”

  “All right, darlin’. Come on.” Boone got off the sleeping platform but stopped K when she would have followed him. “No, like this,” he instructed, pushing her down to her hands and knees in front of him. “Lift your ass in the air and spread your legs.”

  K did as she was told, clutching the cover in both hands and opening herself for him. The need was still with her, snarling for release, whispering that she should turn on him, force him to the bed and have her way using her teeth and nails to subdue him. Somehow though, she managed to stay still…barely.

  “Boone,” she ground out. “I don’t know what’s happening to me but I feel…I feel almost wild with need. These thoughts, these emotions…I want to jump on you…bite you…claw you…fuck you.”

  “Like I said, it’s an animal instinct. A dominance thing.” Suddenly his hand was on the back of her neck, forcing her down and bringing her ass high into the air.

  “I…I don’t understand.” K writhed against his grip and then went still. She didn’t like being held down, she told herself. And yet somehow, she did.

  “During the Erian royal mating cycle, the female rips and claws and fucks the males she’s with—who are all tied down, by the way.” Boone sounded grim. “Until she’s tired herself out and one of them frees himself from his bonds. It’s only when he holds her down and takes her that the cycle is finally complete.”

  “Then do it,” K rasped. “Do it, Boone—take me.”

  She could feel his resistance to the idea, his desire not to hurt her. But to his credit, Boone didn’t let his emotions get in the way of doing what was necessary. Gripping the back of her neck even more firmly, he spread her thighs wider and fit the head of his shaft to her entrance once more.

  K moaned as he pressed home inside her. Moaned and did her best to spread wider to accommodate his thick length. When he had finally filled her to the hilt, Boone paused for a moment and then gripped her hips.

  “Do it!” she begged again. “Penetrate me, Boone—fuck me.”

  He didn’t wait any longer. With a low roar of desire, he pulled all the way out and slammed back into her, filling her long and hard and deep.
Claiming her completely.

  K lifted her head and nearly wailed her pleasure. Finally, this was what she needed. This was what her body had been calling out for, demanding ever since she’d taken off the black skinsuit and given in to the carnal needs of her cycle.

  “Yes!” she heard herself crying as she lifted her hips, trying to be more open for him, more vulnerable. “Purity, yes, Boone…yes!”

  Boone thrust into her, his big hands bruising her hips, his thick shaft causing a delicious friction that felt so good K could hardly stand it. She closed her eyes and opened her body, giving herself up completely to the hard, steady push and thrust inside her, feeling more alive, more real than she ever had before. Even in the heat of battle, leading her purge squad and wielding her plasma gauntlets she had never felt like this. It was as though she and Boone were becoming one, bonding somehow on some primitive level that wouldn’t have been possible any other way.

  “Boone,” she moaned. “Oh, Purity…Boone.”

  “That’s right darlin’…” His voice sounded strained. “Just open up and take it. Let me fill you up and make you come.”

  K didn’t know how long it lasted—the deep, delicious thrusting, the feeling of being completely owned by Boone and bonded to him on a primal level she couldn’t explain or deny. She only knew she loved it, loved being open for him, filled by him, penetrated utterly and completely in a way that would change her forever.

  At last the pleasure that had been building inside her from the moment he first kissed her began to peak. K felt her whole body responding, reaching a new height she’d never been to before as Boone held her down and took her.

  Boone…” she moaned. “Coming…I think I’m coming.”

  “Come on, then,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Let me feel you coming, darlin’. Coming all over my cock while I pump my cum inside you.”

  He gripped her hips even tighter and pressed himself into her, the head of his shaft kissing the mouth of her womb. K moaned as she felt a ripple in his thickness and a hot wetness spurted from the tip to fill her up.