Free Songs of the Earth by Lexi Ander

my waist, and a hand gripped my hair.
"I'm not fucking done with you yet," Ushna said roughly in my ear before he tossed me face down onto the desk and penetrated me from behind. I pushed back into him, needing more. Ushna's fist in my hair snapped my head back, bowing my back. Goddess, I still needed more. I whimpered as Ushna lifted my leg on top of the desk, opening me up, spreading me for him. He pegged my prostate every time he thrust, electrifying me, I was almost there, and that's when I felt it. The thumb Ushna dug into me as he powered into me with hard, deep thrusts caused a sharp twist of pain triggering a release so intense it made my chest seize and my breath stop. I spilled seed down the side of the desk as my orgasm caused me to clamp down on Ushna. The hand in my hair tightened and he ground his hips into my ass, yelling his release to the ceiling.
Ushna let go of my hair and I closed my eyes as I laid my sweaty forehead on the desk. My breathing was ragged and I trembled with aftershocks. My muscles felt liquid. My scalp tingled and I ached deliciously. I shuddered as Ushna pulled out and I still didn't move.
A tentative hand touched the small of my back. "Tristan, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
I smiled into the wood of the desk, feeling the gouges I'd made in the surface. I tilted my head back and looked at Ushna so he could see my smile. There was fear in his eyes. I don't know if it was because I nearly lost control, or how he acted, but there was no need for it.
"Again?" I asked, grinning.
Relief spread across his face. "You're a fucking crazy man," he groused as he helped me up.
"I'm only crazy for you," I replied before I kissed him gently, languidly this time.
A timid knock sounded at the door. I looked around the demolished office; scarred desk, a broken chair, all kinds of crap on the floor and in none of it could I find pants. I did see my shirt, or what was left of it. I couldn't recall how it'd gotten torn to pieces. Ushna didn't look for his clothes. He cracked the abused door enough to see who it was.
Gregori laughed in the hall. "Man, you guys are a riot. It didn't matter where I went in this house. I could hear both of you clear as day." Ushna huffed in aggravation. "It's cool. I figured you'd need these. What the poor guard was trying to tell you before you chased him out was they're holding visitors at the gate. I went down to see who it was and spoke to Nathan and Neesie. The warriors won't let them on the property until Tristan gives the word."
"All right," I yelled, "let them in."
Peels of rancorous laughter came from Gregori, the pervert, before Ushna shut the door in his face. At least he'd brought us some clothes. I was going to use the torn shirt to clean up Ushna and myself before we got dressed, but he pulled a pack of handy-wipes out of the desk drawer. We tried to straighten the office a bit before we left but it was useless. It would need more time than we had at the moment to fix the mess we'd made.
Ushna grabbed my hand before we left the office. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?" Tentatively he touched the bite mark on my chest.
I didn't know how to convey to him that I was good, more than good in fact. I was glowing like a roman candle. Sex was relatively new for us, and we hadn't had a chance to discover what the other liked. I needed to put his fears to rest because I was definitely going to want a repeat performance. I reached down and lightly squeezed his balls, watching his nostrils flare and his beautiful bi-colored eyes dilate.
"It was awesome."

Chapter Four
    I stood on my front porch and watched my brother's jeep come down the driveway. I thought it was a little much, but Corey insisted I have five warriors with me besides himself. It was my brother, for Pete's sake. I didn't have anything to fear from my own family. But Corey wouldn't budge, and I had made him captain of the guard, so I'd capitulated and that's how I found myself surrounded.
    I was nervous. I rubbed