Choosing Riley

Chapter 7-2

Vox lay on his side staring at the empty bed across from him. His cat was clawing at him to go find their mate. He could feel its damn claws slicing through his gut as if it was having fun mincing him into tiny bits.

Will you give me a break! he hissed at it in aggravation. I can’t think with you raking my insides like they are a scratching post.

Want my mate, his cat replied with a low snarl. You should protect better!

May I remind you that you were the one who got all prissy when Tor mentioned drinking Riley’s milk! Vox said defensively, refusing to admit his own part in the desire to tear his chief engineer and close friend apart.

Mmmm, milk, his cat purred, lapping its long tongue out over its sharp teeth. I bet it is warm and sweet and tasty. I would drink and drink and drink all day at our mate’s milk.

Guall’s balls! Vox groaned out loud as he felt his own balls draw up to the point they were throbbing at the idea of lapping sweet, warm milk from Riley’s huge breasts.

His c**k was so hard he couldn’t even sit up without extreme discomfort with the way it was pressing down the inside of his thigh. There was no way he was going to make it without getting some relief. The images his cat created were enough to make him come in his own damn pants! That was something he had never even come close to imagining, much less it becoming a real possibility.

“Vox, are you all right?” Lodar’s quiet voice sounded in the dark. “You don’t sound good.”

“I’m fine!” Vox bit out in annoyance. “I need to relieve myself.”

Vox rolled up onto his knees on his hard bed and stiffly got to his feet. This would be beyond embarrassing if his men knew he was having hot dreams of Riley on all fours, her big breasts hanging down over his face, full with the milk from his child.

Will you f*****g have mercy on me? Vox begged as he stumbled to the door and out into the silent corridor.

Warm, sweet, yes… His cat hummed in pleasure.

Vox cursed as he felt the first spurt of c*m leaking out of his c**k, wetting the front of his black pants. Turning into the wall, he quickly undid the ties on the front of his pants until he could pull his c**k free. He gripped it in his right hand tightly while he leaned his forehead against his left arm, pressed against the wall.

He bit down on his forearm as he stroked the hard flesh of his c**k. He only had to pump it three times before his whole body tensed and his orgasm hit him like a vicious blow. His body shuddered as he spent himself all over the wall. His loud pants mocked his loss of self-control. He leaned his head against his arm and drew in a shuddering breath. He tensed, turning slightly away from the door when it opened behind him, and Tor walked out, followed by Lodar.

“Leave me be,” Vox gritted out hoarsely, not turning around.

“I, uh, I…” Lodar began before he stopped and drew in a deep breath.

“Oh hell,” Tor muttered darkly. “You might as well kill us. Our cats are dreaming of drinking milk, and it isn’t from some damn bowl! I need to go relieve myself before I explode,” he grunted out, moving rapidly down the corridor.

“Sorry, Vox,” Lodar said, slapping Vox on the shoulder. “Your mate… The image is just…” His words died out as he disappeared down the corridor as well.

Vox groaned out loud, letting his head drop back so he could stare up at the ceiling. He could feel his c**k growing hard again as he pictured what Tor and Lodar were thinking about. If it was the last damn thing he ever did in all his long lives, he was going to get his mate with cubs and he was going to enjoy the damn milk with them. The thought of Riley rounded with his cubs sent him into another climax.