Free Adin's Adventure: How to Ruin a Rescue by Andromeda Bliss Page B

those were all small wants compared to the monstrous hunger now prowling through his limbs and pounding in his cocks. He could no more have stopped stroking himself than stopped breathing, overcome by impossible lust, by a massive need that growled and raked claws of fire through his insides.
    Desperate and mindless, he grasped the paired cocks in one rough fist and squeezed his smaller cock in the other hand, tugging along their lengths with jerky, inexperienced strokes. Untutored though he was, his body slammed into full burn, pleasure and ferocious desire wiping his mind clean of thought and filling it with sensation.
    Primitive instinct took over, snapping his hips forward in a thrusting rhythm as old as time, his grip tightening and smoothing out into a hard, fast stroke. Moments later pleasure spiked, exploding inside him with shocking force, and he felt the pulse of ejaculate pump through his aching flesh in time with his hoarse cries.
    As fierce sensation eased into drained relief, Adin sagged to his knees and braced against the wall, panting and staring in disbelief at the streams of liquid on the floor in front of him.
    Well, that explains it, he thought rather incoherently, remembering all the times he’d seen his brother chase after a female with almost mindless intensity. He hadn’t understood the drive, the brutal imperative, until now. The mating burn could not be denied.
    Even after that mind-blowing orgasm, Adin could feel it rising again, that heat and clench in his gut. His three cocks had sagged but not completely, twitching still with rivers of sensation.
    At home, a young Ophidian in his first mating burn would be secluded with the matrons, females willing to teach him control and instruct him in the arts of pleasure. He would learn how to manage this ocean of lust, harness it into a tool that would bring his true mate complete satisfaction.
    Alone in this imperso nal white room, Adin felt lost and anxious, wishing with renewed vehemence that he was home and with his family. Ocen would know what to do. Was he here? Trapped in a cell like Adin? If he could contact his brother, could they find a way out of here?
    Adin staggered to his feet and moved to the back wall on wobbly legs. Activating the bed, he sat on it with a shaky huff and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the twitch of his rising cocks. Clearing his mind, he found what calm he could and reached outward, slow and deliberate.
    Then he gasped, stunned by the strength of his reach and clarity of his mind-touch. The mating burn had affected his telepathy as well, which made sense when he considered it—bringing his true mate to full satisfaction involved knowing exactly how she liked to be touched by merging with her mind.
    No one had warned him, though.
    He brushed through cell after cell, gritting his teeth at the increasing amount of so many scattered thoughts, emotions, and physical sensations. He pushed as far as he could stand and then pulled back in a rush, unable to handle the sensory overload.
    Breathing deeply, Adin hissed his frustration. He had felt only strangers, not his brother. But he didn’t despair yet—his explorations had touched only on long rows of prison cells. He hadn’ t reached the edges of the facility, hadn’t touched any minds that weren’t prisoners and he was sure there were more.
    His brother might still be here, in another part or level of what he suspected was an enormous facility. Alarming, that such a large operation could function without anyone knowing of it.
    Before he could gather himself for another attempt, Adin felt a change in the room’s atmosphere and opened his eyes, expecting the shelf of food.
    Instead, a lovely female Ophidian rippled through the wall and stepped into his cell.
    Adin stared, wondering if the mating burn caused hallucinations.
    Because no matter how solid she seemed, no matter how her sunset-colored scales rippled in the light and her limbs moved with silky, enticing