OnsetofDanger by Aubrey Ross Page B

treating
you like a whore.”
    Please treat me like a whore. Fuck me hard. Fuck me now! Just let me come.
    He doubted she’d meant for him to hear the exasperated
thoughts, but the desperation in her tone was telling. Baby doll didn’t like to
wait for her pleasure. Either that or she’d been far more aroused by their
activities than he’d realized. He pressed his lips against her slit and
absorbed the heat of her sex, thrilled by the slick softness.
    She pushed up into the kiss like a greedy feline begging for
attention. He traced the enticing line, trying not to part her folds. She
wiggled and gasped so he ventured deeper. Her folds surrounded his tongue, warm
and wet, urging him onward.
    Cream flowed from her core, making her slippery and
incredibly soft. All he’d have to do is swipe his tongue across her clit and
she’d shatter, which was why he avoided the sensitive nub. He swirled his
tongue inside her core then followed the creamy trail downward. She tensed, her
thighs shaking as he ringed her anus. He had to feed her savage instincts.
Provoke the symbionts, not the host.
    He carefully shifted her hands into one fist then pulled his
free hand out from under her. She tugged against his fingers for a moment then
went still, apparently waiting to see if she wanted to protest his next move.
He lightly scanned her mind but only sensed the slightest hint of Vladya
activity.
    Closely watching her face, he pushed his long middle finger
into her core. Her inner muscles gripped him with strong, rhythmic clenches and
he imagined those muscles caressing his cock. He slid in and out, slowly,
encouraging her to savor the smooth motion. She gradually relaxed, her legs
shifting wider as she lost herself in the pleasure.
    He longed for her satisfied cry and the fresh rush of cream
that would signal her completion, but he couldn’t let her come. He needed her
uncertain and angry, combative. Without warning he pulled his wet finger out of
her core and pushed it deep into her ass.
    She went wild, crying out and twisting as she tried to
dislodge his hand. He ignored her distress and covered her slit with his mouth,
effortlessly locating her clit with his tongue.
    “You pervert! I will not let you pretend I’m a boy.”
    You’re not letting me do anything. He carefully
closed his lips around her clit and sucked with gentle pressure. I didn’t
ask permission. She couldn’t escape his mouth or his finger. He drew nearly
out as he released her clit, then thrust back in as he switched to a light
flicking motion.
    She shook beneath him, gasping and moaning as her body
responded despite her obvious misgivings. Energy hummed within her, building in
tandem with her agitation. He needed to stop. She was nearly there. He could
sense her impending orgasm, taste it in the sudden richness of her cream. It
made him wild and possessive, determined to fulfill her every need. If he
didn’t stop she’d—
    A sharp cry tore from her throat and he pushed deeper into
her mind. Her symbionts struggled against their sedation, aware yet not quite
functional. Pleasure flooded her mind and spread through her body, making him
ache for a similar release. Through it all her symbionts simmered, unable to
assist or protect her.
    Why had her pleasure been so important? He’d felt almost
compelled to satisfy her.
    Limp and sated, she sprawled before him, eyes drooping
sleepily. He carefully withdrew his finger and she shivered then sighed.
Despite his sexual aggression, it was obvious she didn’t perceive him as a
threat. He’d sensed no real fear within her mind, just uncertainty and
anticipation. All the intimidation in the world wouldn’t be enough to rouse her
symbionts if she knew it was an idle threat. He would have to try something
else, some sort of direct stimulation.
    “Look at me.” She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
He smiled, fascinated by her spirit. Even naked and flushed from their
intimacies, she was rebellious. “Life as