by Sadie Carter
She drew off her pants, revealing her legs. Without the high shoes, she was much shorter, the top of her head didn’t come close to reaching his shoulder. It made him feel even more protective over her.
When she was standing there, completely naked, he could scarcely take her all in. Her dark, glossy hair, the full lips, her smooth skin, those dark brown nipples, her gorgeous legs. And that bare mound between her legs.
“Up on the masic. You. On your back. Legs bent and spread wide.”
“Fuck,” she muttered, but he saw the heat that filled her face. She liked when he took charge in the bedroom.
She moved into position and he barked a command at the masic to rise. Then grasping her ankles, he dragged her down the masic. She let out a gasp but didn’t move as he arranged her so her ass was at the edge of the masic. Then he spread her pussy lips.
They glistened with dew. She was already ready for him. But right now, he needed to taste her. He needed her to find her pleasure while he enjoyed her with his mouth.
Then he would take her.
“Hands behind your head. Do not move them.”
“What happens if I do?” she asked.
“Then I will bring you to the point of pleasure over and over but not let you find your peak.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound like a lot of fun,” she muttered, moving her hands hastily.
It could be. But not right now. That was for a later time.
She was smooth down here. Nothing was hidden from him. And her scent was driving him crazy. Leaning in, he took a long lick from the bottom of her folds all the way to the top to where that little nub was waiting for him. She cried out as he tongued it, played with it, lapped at it. Her hips rose, obviously a silent plea for more. He laid one arm over her tummy and then with his free hand, spread her wide and speared her with one finger.
She cried out. “Que! Que, I need you.”
He pushed his finger deep, feeling the walls of her passage contract, trying to keep him there as he drew his finger out. He sucked on her clit then flicked it firmly as he added another finger.
She was delicious. The taste of her burst along his tongue. He wanted more. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, adding a third, stretching her tight passage.
“Que, please! Oh God, please!”
He stared up at her but could not see her face in this position.
“Watch me,” he commanded.
“What?”
“Lean up on your arms. I want to be able to see your face when you find your release. I want you to watch me.”
“Oh hell.” She raised her upper body and stared down at her. He caught her gaze with his as he moved his mouth back down to her clit.
“I can’t do this. Oh hell.” She closed her eyes, threw her head back and he stopped.
“Watch me,” he commanded.
“Fuck! Please, Que. Please.”
He moved his tongue firmly, lapping at her clit. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way she clamped around him, in the shudder that moved through her body. Then she screamed, her face filled with ecstasy, and he watched as she found her peak.
And he could not wait any longer, he flipped her over onto her tummy, her legs hanging over the edge of the masic as he commanded it to lower. Then grabbing hold of his aching shaft, he guided it inside her. She was tight, but slick with her juices. He moved slow and steady, not wanting to risk hurting her but needing to be inside her. Badly.
When he was fully seated, he was nearly shaking, his skin coated with a fine sheen of sweat. All he wanted to do was move. But he needed to take care of his mate. To put her first.
He reached forward, brushed the hair away from her face.
“Mate, are you well?”
“No,” she groaned.
He froze. “I am hurting you.”
“You’re killing me and if you don’t damn well move, I’m gonna have to do something drastic, I don’t know what since you’re stronger, faster and bigger than me, but I’ll figure it out and it’s gonna be nasty.”
He grinned. “My mate needs me.” He moved his hips around in a circle and she groaned.
“Yes!”
“Then I can do no other than give her what she requires.” He grabbed hold of her hips and moved. And stars it felt better than good. It was fantastic. He moved slowly at first, still unsure she could take him. She was small and delicate.
He was not.
But she pushed her hips back against him, taking every inch and from the sounds coming from her, enjoying it immensely.
He pulled back, slammed his way forward. Now his movements were deeper. Harder. He had to see her face. Needed to watch her as they both found fulfillment.
He drew back, slipping out of her.
“No! No, don’t stop,” she cried out desperately.
“I have no intention of stopping, mate.”
He rolled her over, pushed her legs apart and slid back into her. He pressed her knees back, spreading her wide. He stared down at where his shaft entered her slickness. And nearly found his release immediately.
He could take no more. He leaned over her, one hand resting on the masic, the other moving down to that bundle of nerves.
“You will find your release again, my mate.”
She shook her head. Her face was flushed, her breath coming hard and fast. “I can’t. I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You will find your release again, my mate,” he repeated, this time in a much firmer voice. “I command it.”
She let out a cry as he continued to toy with her clit. He dropped his mouth to her nipple, sucking on her, pulling on the nipple with his mouth then running his tongue over it.
She clenched down around him. He knew she was close. Then she threw her head back, her passage sucking on him. One thrust. Two. He would not last much longer. He stood back up, grabbed hold of her hips to draw her onto him. Three. Four. Five.
He roared as he found his release. It burst from him in waves that built, like nothing he had felt before. He could barely manage to find the strength not to collapse on her. He leaned on his hands, panting heavily then raised his head to stare at her. She was limp on the bed, her eyes closed.
Alarm filled him. He knew this would happen. The mating bond caused humans to faint while it worked its magic, binding the two of them together. It had to alter a human’s DNA and caused an overload on a human’s system.
Still, he did not like seeing his mate so lifeless. He carefully drew out of her, his shaft still hard. He lowered the masic then crawled up next to her to take her pulse. Steady and strong.
He lay on his back and pulled her over him, just holding her to him until she woke.
She woke up slowly. She felt exhausted yet rested. Her body was sore, as though she’d been running without stretching first. Not that she really knew how that felt considering she’d never been a fan of running and considered it only necessary if she was being chased by a chainsaw wielding psycho. Or a Szquich.
“Mate? Are you well?”
The deep words hit her and it rushed back to her. Que. Sex. Mating.
She moved, trying to sit up but found herself firmly pressed back down against his chest. Then he rolled them to their sides until she was facing him.
“I fainted, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“How long was I unconscious?”
“Not long. A few minutes.” His dark gaze studied her intently. “Do you feel well? I did not hurt you?”
She stretched, other than feeling a little sore in places that hadn’t been, well, used in a while, she felt good.
“I’m a little tired, but other than that, I feel pretty damn good.” She grinned up at him. “You were right, you are good at that.”
He grinned down at her arrogantly. “I told you that you had nothing to worry about.”
She rolled her eyes. “And I told you I wasn’t worried about that.”
She laid her hand on his firm chest. “We’re
mated now?”
“Yes. You do not feel it? The mating bond?”
“I don’t think so, but then I don’t really know what it feels like.”
“Close your eyes and concentrate. Deep inside you, there is a connection to me. I feel it but it is faint. It will grow stronger with time.”
She closed her eyes and searched. And she felt something. He was right it was faint and slightly odd since she’d never felt anything like it before.
She opened her eyes and stared up at him. “I feel it.”
“Good,” he whispered, kissing her lightly.
“I need to go clean up.” For some reason, she felt a little shy now.
“I shall help you.” He climbed off the masic and she started to follow, but he grabbed her suddenly and carried her to the bathing room.
“Que! I can walk,” she protested. Although she had to admit she liked being carried by him.
“You are tired. You just fainted. You are not ready to walk on your own yet. Besides, I like carrying you.”
Well, she guessed that was a little sweet.
Twenty minutes later, she was clean and lying back on the masic, dressed in just Que’s shirt.
“Que, I feel fine. I can get up.”
“No, you will rest. Do you need food? You should drink. You need to rehydrate and rest.”
She sighed. “Sweetcheeks, I appreciate that you want to look after me. And I get that even though you were expecting it that I probably scared you when I fainted. But I’m fine. Really. Actually, better than fine.”
She leaned forward to where he sat facing her on the masic and placed her hand on his thigh. He’d put his pants back on after they’d cleaned up.
More was the pity.
Still, it wouldn’t take long for her to get rid of them. And then she wouldn’t mind doing a little tasting of her own.
A piercing alarm had her freezing. She sat up with a gasp as Que jumped off the masic and raced into the cockpit. She climbed off and ran after him. “What is it?”
“There is a ship coming towards us. Fast.”
“And it’s not a friendly one?” she asked.
“I do not know.” He was at the controls. “They have not tried to make contact.”
Which she guessed wasn’t a good sign.
“Stars. How did they find us?”
“What? Who is it?” she asked with growing alarm.
He looked over his shoulder at her briefly. “Mate, get into the seat and put the harness on. I am going to try to outrun them. Our ship is smaller and faster.”
“Who is it?” she asked again.
“It is a Szquich ship.”
“What?” She slid into her seat and put the harness on. “But I killed him.”
“Yes. I am certain you did. But unfortunately, Szquiches live in pods. Where there is one, there is usually around half-a-dozen more.”
“And his pod, his people are after us?”
He gave her a grim look. “Yes.”
Fuck. She really was a trouble magnet.
15
He was focused on getting them safely away from the Szquich ship. The mating bond had yet not fully formed and already she was threatened. He would not lose her. Not now.
Not ever.
“Hold on, Keely,” he commanded.
“You got it, sweetcheeks,” she said back calmly.
He took a moment to marvel at her calm. Most females, in his experience, would panic, would demand he care for them.
Not his Keely.
The most panicked he had seen her was when she thought he was going to die. If not for their current dire circumstances, he would take a moment to marvel at that. The alarms blasted. They were locking down to fire at them. He dodged to the right then quickly to the left. Missed. But they would not for long. The Szquich ship was far bigger and better equipped. This spy ship had little firepower, but it was fast and maneuverable. He moved them sharply down at the last minute pulling up and hitting the button to send full power into the ship’s thrusters. They shot forward.
“Holy shit!” Keely yelled.
He monitored the scanner. He would be shocked if the larger, slower ship could keep up with them, but he did not like how easily they had found them. They cannot have been following them from Diclac; the ship’s scanners would have been alerted to their presence, which meant they had some way of tracking them.
“Where is the tracker, though?” He had conducted scans of the ship before they took off. He quickly ran another scan before he took a moment to send a message to Alek, alerting him as to what was happening. Then checking their surroundings, he slowed the ship. They could continue that pace for a while, but it would burn through a lot of fuel and he did not wish to run low.
There was no sign of the other ship, and the scanners showed nothing amiss on their ship. His communicator beeped with a message back from Alek they were on alert there. Good news was they were now less than an hour out from the human transporter.
“Have they gone?” Keely asked.
He turned to look at her. “Yes. Are you well, my mate? You were not too scared?”
She snorted. “Babe, stick with me, you’ll go through hairier things than that.”
“Hairy?” He looked around. What was hairy? “You are going to grow hair?”
“Ah, no. Not if you’re talking about any hair other than on my head. Although I like the length it’s at now. So I probably won’t grow it any longer.”
“This conversation is. . .strange. We do not really have time to speak of your hair style.”
She rolled her eyes. “Remember that phrase you told me to use?”
Phrase? Oh. “You were not being literal.”
She pointed a finger at him. “Got it. What I mean is, I’ve been in worse situations. Those few hours I spent with Warty-dick for instance.”
He scowled. “Do not remind me of that. I do not wish to remember it.”
But it brought his attention back to the Szquich ship. “I do not understand how they found us.”
“Yeah, that’s weird. Were they following us?”
He shook his head. “The scanners on the ship would have picked them up unless they had some way of cloaking themselves. Or they put a tracking chip on our ship. But I cannot find it.”
“Why would they do that? I mean, I get they’re after revenge after I. . .after I shot Warty-dick. But why not just attack us back on Diclac. Why wait so long?”
“I know not. Perhaps because your friends were with us? Or maybe they wished to take us down away from Diclac.”
“You think they found Warty-dick’s body and then went searching for us, discovered our ship, and put a tracking device on it so they could follow us and blow us to smithereens?”
“Yes. If smithereens means little pieces.”
“It does,” she confirmed. She seemed to think about that all for a moment. “Yeah, I can see them doing that. Maybe they thought if they killed us on Diclac that Emerald’s people would come after them? Although Emerald’s people didn’t really seem that scary.”
“I do believe they were more than they seemed.”
“Yeah, I think you could be right. I almost wonder if they were magical.”
“Magical?”
“Before they appeared, remember you had me turn on that projection of mistletoe?”
“Yes. I remember.” He did not like to think of it, though. Of how close he came to death, to being parted from her.
“Emerald’s people, they kind of reminded me of elves. Back on Earth, Santa had elves as helpers. And he had a red sleigh he rode around on to deliver presents. So did Emerald’s people. And he had reindeer. Well, that beast leading the sleigh looked like a bit like a reindeer, if you squinted. And Santa’s reindeer and sleigh are also able to fly.”
“I thought this Santa was not real. That he was made up.” He frowned. He kept an eye on their surroundings as he spoke to her.
“Well, yeah, he is.”
“And Emerald alr
eady came to you before you did the mistletoe.”
“True.”
“And they must have been searching for Emerald, found her, and she led them to us.”
She sighed. “All right. All right. I’m seeing things that aren’t actually there. It’s just. . .it feels like a miracle occurred. You being alive. It’s like we were given a second chance, you know? And I don’t want to waste it.”
“We will not,” he told her firmly. “But first, we need to get to the human transporter. And I need to figure out how the Szquich found us.”
Que breathed a sigh of relief once they landed the ship in the cargo bay of the large human transporter. That knot in his stomach eased as he saw Alek. Knowing he had some of his own people around him, even if they were on a human ship, gave him some peace. It would be easier to protect his mate.
Although he knew he would not feel completely at ease until he had his mate safely back on Zerconia.
He turned to his mate, wrapping his arm around her waist. She gave him a surprised look. He knew that many other Zerconian males did not show affection in front of others, but he did not want her wandering far from his side. When she did that, she got into trouble. Therefore, he would keep her where he could see her. Right next to him.
“Alek,” he greeted the other male. “Do you know my mate, Keely?”
Alek’s eyes widened. “Your mate?”
“Yes,” he said proudly.
The other warrior looked down at his mate, his face softening slightly. He gave a slight nod of his head. “Keely. I do not believe we have ever been introduced.”
His mate gave him a small smile. “No, I don’t think so. Sorry it has to be under these circumstances.”
“These circumstances?” Alek queried.
She glanced up at Que to gauge why Alek wasn’t getting what she meant.
“She means because of the claims that Zandar attacked one of the human females.”
Claims he was certain were not true. Maybe he didn’t know his brother as well as he used to, but he could never harm a female. He did not know why Zandar had taken another female with him, but he must have had his reasons.