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Vanni screamed as the cl**ax hit. It was ten times stronger than the other ones Smiley had given her. She finally knew what mind-blowing meant, as if a bomb detonated inside her skull. Her pu**y seemed to have the same reaction as those muscles convulsed, squeezing his rigid shaft so tightly she worried something might get damaged on one of them.
“Oh hell,” he groaned.
She forced her eyes open despite her difficulty to focus on anything but the waves of pleasure still surging through her. Smiley lifted his chest away from her. A pained expression contorted his features into something almost frightening. He clenched his teeth, showing fangs since his lips pulled back in an almost-snarl. He’d frozen on top of her when she’d come but he started f**king her again in short, violent jerks.
Vanni’s eyes widened and she struggled to breathe. She couldn’t draw air into her lungs. The extreme pleasure coursing through her was too much. Smiley groaned as his c**k drove deeper, stayed there, and he started to come. Heat pulsed inside her as his se**n filled her. Another cl**ax struck Vanni. It was too strong.
I’m dying. Terror nearly overrode the pleasure but it crashed through her again. Her eyes closed and blackness came, taking everything away.
Smiley braced his arms to keep from collapsing on top of Vanni. His jaw hurt a little from grinding his teeth to prevent himself from yelling when he came. He hadn’t wanted to scare her. Tremors racked his body in the aftermath of what he’d just experienced. None of his past sexual encounters with females had ever come close to what they’d just shared. He understood the term “turned inside out” after the volatile eruption of his nuts. He’d be shocked if they still contained a drop of se**n.
He stared at her. Her eyes were closed, her face turned slightly away. “Vanni?”
She didn’t answer or react in any way. He cleared his throat, hoping his gruff tone didn’t sound too harsh. “Are you okay?”
She didn’t move. His gaze lowered to her lovely br**sts. They moved with the rise and fall of her chest. He shifted position, used one elbow to brace his weight and cupped her cheek, gently turning it to get a better look at her. She appeared to be sleeping peacefully but it scared the hell out of him.
“Vanni!”
Her breath fanning his face assured him she was alive but she didn’t respond or open her eyes. Panic wasn’t an emotion he felt often but he did then. He’d been told of a story by a Species who’d been given a breeding drug. He’d woken to find himself still on top of a female but she’d died. He’d killed her during their coupling.
“No,” he whimpered.
He slowly withdrew his dick from the tight confines of her pu**y. “Vanni? Open your eyes. Tell me you’re okay. Tell me I didn’t harm you.” He wasn’t above pleading.
He needed to get help. He lifted up, forgetting where he was, and the back of his head slammed into the roof of the SUV. The pain barely registered as he looked down between them. He sniffed, not seeing or smelling blood. He’d lost control when she’d cl**axed. The feel of her, the sounds she made, had driven him into a frenzy. Her pu**y had tightened to the point that he couldn’t move at first—almost torture since he’d been right on the edge. The second her muscles had eased their grip on his dick, those urges couldn’t be denied. He’d come so hard he’d been oblivious to everything else.
“Vanni?”
She still didn’t move but she was breathing. He grabbed his jeans and tried to jerk them up his thighs. The material was trapped under his knees. He threw himself forward and to the left, slamming his shoulder into the seat. He got the pants up but didn’t bother to fasten them. Her skirt tangled with his boot when he slid closer to the door. He looked down and grabbed it. The fabric ripped but he got his foot free.
One glance at Vanni made him aware of her nakedness and he tried to cover her with the flimsy garment. The thing was long enough to go from her br**sts to her knees. He took a second to close her limp legs. Protecting her modesty seemed important at that moment. He reached out, grabbed the handle and shoved the door open.
“Get a medic!”
He wouldn’t leave her side. He adjusted the skirt over her and brushed his fingers through her hair. “Vanni? Come on, open your eyes.”
Heavy footsteps sounded and Brass leaned into the SUV through the open door. “What is wrong?”
“She’s out. I don’t know if I hurt her or not.”
The other door was yanked open and Ned was there. Smiley wanted to attack when the guy touched Vanni. He grabbed her wrist and batted Smiley’s hand away from her hair to press his fingertips against her throat.
“What are you doing?”
Ned met his gaze. “Checking her pulse. It’s slow and steady. What happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“They were sharing sex and now she’s unconscious,” Brass grouched. “I don’t smell blood.”
Smiley was glad to hear that. His sense of smell wasn’t as acute as the canine’s. It meant he hadn’t caused internal bleeding. “Is she all right?”
Ned released her and frowned. “I think she just passed out. Her heartbeat is stable. I don’t exactly have a blood pressure monitor on me but I probably should examine her.” He reached for the skirt covering her body.
“Don’t.” Smiley lunged, bumped his head on the roof of the SUV again, but effectively stopped the human when he leaned over her still form and grabbed the backs of the seats to keep from falling on top of her. It put his face inches from Ned’s and he showed his fangs to make the threat clear.