Pact by Viola Grace

her head. She drew back and touched herself, spreading her folds and stroking her sex.
    Hrakin didn’t say anything, but his hand replaced hers between her thighs.
    She inhaled sharply when he slid two fingers into her, and it took all of her determination not to slam her fists into the bedding.
    That was what she had been looking for. There was nothing like the feel of living flesh moving inside her.
    Mila straddled him and pulled his hand away, lining him up and slowly lowering herself onto him.
    The heat and thickness of his cock caused her breath to rush out of her lungs. Slow motions of her rising and falling brought him into her completely.
    She wanted to clutch at him, wanted to hold him, but she leaned forward, braced her fists on either side of him and slowly began to ride him.
    The devastating inner stroking brought her close to release in only a few minutes. Her body tightened around his, and she moved her hips under superhuman effort. Her instincts were telling her to remain still, but she could feel her release was just a few strokes away.
    Hrakin touched her fists and took them into his hands. He slowly opened her grip and wove his fingers with hers.
    She sat up, and it forced him deeper. A gasp, a groan and a few more plunges had her on the edge of release.
    Mila sank onto him, and he raised his hands, using the angle to force her down further. The deep impact caused a gasp, a tremor and then a cascade of energy ran through her, emerging in deep, ragged cries.
    The low groan from Hrakin preceded his gripping her hands to keep her from escaping, and he flipped them over so that she was on her back. He began a slow regimen of deep strokes of his hips that took him to her core.
    She gasped and another wave of spasms gripped her, stroking him with every focused undulation of his hips.
    He shuddered and a low grunt followed by a groan escaped from his lips.
    Mila stared up at him and watched his expression go from nearly cruel intensity to relaxed bliss.
    He pinned her hands up next to her head and kissed her deeply. “Thank you for starting that.”
    Mila grinned. “It was now or later. I picked now.”
    He slowly unlatched their hands, and he moved off her, spooning her against him.
    It wasn’t the good night’s sleep she had anticipated, but it was a lot more useful at relaxing her than the bath had been. With his heart beating against her back, she let the sound carry her into rest.
     
    “Gloves on.” Hrakin smiled at her as he put on his own pair.
    “Yes, Elder.”
    He sighed. “That is a very annoying habit you seem to have picked up.”
    Mila smirked and tugged her gloves on. She was trying his patience. To know a man you needed was to know where his limits were. His limits for being seduced were well within her grasp. She wanted to test his temper.
    She was wearing her new outfit, including boots. The gloves were snug and made of the same sturdy fabric as her long-sleeved shirt.
    “There we are, Elder. All ready to romp up a hill.”
    Breakfast had been a few hours ago, and she had rifled through the Lrrko data systems looking for images of Hrakin’s genetic ancestors. She had nearly gotten to the initial progenitor when Hrakin had gotten a call.
    Her data pad had been plucked from her hands and locked in a safe. He hadn’t paddled her butt, but he had given her a lecture on Lrrko data protocol that was rather scathing. She didn’t like to be lectured to and was using the word Elder to get under his skin.
    It was childish and petty, but today, it was up her alley.
    He wasn’t growling at her, but it was a near thing.
    He slipped on a backpack and stalked to one end of the property. What she thought was a solid wall of rock had a dark passageway that snaked through for half a kilometre before it emerged in the daylight and jagged, natural meeting of mountains was in front of them.
    “Come along, Mila. Try and keep up. Don’t worry if you fall. I have a med kit with us.”
    She made a face at