Free Lovers of the Galaxy, Book Two: Bounty Hunters of the Heart by Trinity Blacio Page A

just wait a moment until I’m
sure—”
    He tried to give the area outside another sweep, but
the instant Oshki pushed against his anus, all thought fled from
his head. He growled deep in his throat. It had been a long, long
time since someone had ridden him. He’d always been the aggressor,
the one to initiate sex, whether his companion had been female or
male. This new turn of events excited him even more.
    “Spread your legs,” his partner ordered. “I want to
fuck you.”
    “I need to….” He gulped, wrestling with the need
settling in his loins. “Just let me…. Aw, schizma.” Spreading his
legs, he offered his ass, his need to be fucked too overwhelming to
fight anymore.
    With a snarl of victory, he pressed against Miln’s
sphincter until it gave. It had been a long time, indeed. The
protective muscles burned as his partner slipped into him inch by
glorious inch. Fire raged in Miln’s balls and swept up his shaft,
forcing a deep-throated groan from him.
    “Ah…. Your sapin feels wonderful. Let me feel you
fully inside me.”
    “After I’m done,” his mate panted, “with you. It is
your turn to claim me.”
    “Yes!”
    With his arms up and hands against the doors, he
breathed heavily as he waited for his lover to finish entering him.
His mate’s impressive cock continued stretching him, the fire and
pain both uncomfortable and wonderful. He paced his breathing,
trying to relax and yet wanting to push backward and impale himself
on his partner’s erection, feel him completely up his ass to the
root. Just the thought of it forced a whimper from him and he
focused on his breathing again.
    “You are so cool,” Oshki said, his words breathy.
“You have so much control over yourself that for once I want to
hear you shout my name. I want to fuck you so hard you growl and
snarl like a beast.”
    His words inflamed Miln’s desire. The sensation to
climax claimed him, and he stiffened, fighting the urge until it
abated. He couldn’t come now, not when his lover was trying so hard
to please him. Oshki squeezed him around his midsection and
withdrew only to thrust into him again.
    He hissed as sensations rocketed through his ass,
into his lower back, and down into his cock, which brushed against
the door. Even the roughness of the coarse boards against his prick
felt delicious.
    Again, his mate pushed into him, his pace quickening,
his throaty sounds nudging him ever closer to that precipice of
sweet release. Over and over he pumped into his ass, and he met him
thrust for thrust, taking every tantalizing inch of his lover’s
cock and wanting it again the instant his mate withdrew.
    “You,” Oshki groaned, “are so tight. By the galaxies,
it has been ages since I’ve been the dominant one.”
    It seemed like lava had settled in the small of
Miln’s back. The heat moved through him, the tingling so intense he
groaned at the sensation. Fire settled in his balls, pooling as if
it planned on remaining there forever. Panting, he pushed
backward.
    “That’s it,” Oshki wheezed. “Take all of me into you
and let my mirellae enhance your need to come,” he murmured and
humped faster. “I might have to share this position with you on a
regular basis.”
    “Just shut up and fuck me,” he growled. “I want your
cock—all of it!”
    “So my valiant warrior does have a passionate side,”
he quipped.
    As his partner pumped quickly, the molten sensation
in Miln’s testicles rose up the length of his shaft. Before he
could say anything, he came, spurting his essence into the hay
strewn at their feet. Another wave of delight rushed through him,
and his cock twitched harder still. As he coaxed a few more drops
of cum from his body, he howled his release to the storm, which
rewarded him with a rumble directly above the barn.
    “That’s it,” said Oshki. “Feels good, does it
not?”
    Another growl ripped from him, but the moment it
passed his lips, that odd noise from earlier reached him again and
he