Miners of Djaromir: Matrix

by Leora Gonzales

  Rue’s eyes rolled back in her head as he began sucking and licking at the delicate skin, unable to contain a squeal of delight as he growled against her skin and increased the speed of his fingering.

  “What are you doing to me?” she panted, grinding against his flexing hand and arm. “Never mind. I don’t care. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t stop, mate,” Matrix grunted, working her pussy as she fully reclined across his lap. “Kick them away,” he ordered, nodding at the pants she still had twisted about her thighs.

  Rue complied, widening her legs obscenely once they were gone. She didn’t care how she looked, only how she felt.

  “Look at that pretty pussy,” he said, lifting his palm enough for her to see the sodden curls he’d been grinding against. Pulling out his finger, he held it up to the light glowing from the stones that illuminated the room. Popping it into his mouth, he licked it clean. His eyes locked on hers the entire time.

  She squirmed under the attention, wanting nothing more than him to fill her up again. This time with the iron rod she could feel hard and thick underneath her ass. From what she could tell, Matrix was packing some serious heat.

  “My mate is delicious,” he whispered, his eyes shining with carnal promise. “So delicious on my fingers that I crave a drink directly from the source. You’ll give me what I crave, won’t you, mate?”

  Rue nodded, unable to stop herself, even though she knew it was the lust talking. She didn’t care. She was so horny she was about to take matters into her own hands, even though she knew that wouldn’t give her the satisfaction she needed.

  No. She needed Matrix and what he could give her.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Matrix tossed the treasure that was his mate into the center of the bed, growling in need as her breasts jiggled and swayed from the impact.

  “My obsession is gorgeous,” he said, unable to stop spewing out his internal monologue as he watched her prop herself up on her elbows.

  “Your obsession?” she questioned, her eyes wide with awareness as she watched him.

  He nodded as he climbed onto the mattress near her feet, nudging her legs apart. She didn’t hesitate, opening to welcome the hunter that prowled his way up her body. Pulling her shirt and bra away, she was completely nude, gloriously bare, except a gleaming set of nipple rings that twinkled at him in the soft flickering light of the raaschon stones.

  With her naked, he covered her body with his own, caging her in slowly at first and gently lowering his weight against her curves. The softness beneath him only made him harder.

  Matrix buried his face in her neck, grinning against the warm skin when he heard her let out a needy moan. She might not realize it, but his Veruca was showing all of the signs of the mating heat. Pheromones worked their magic, and through the connection he felt with his mate, he knew she was more receptive to him that she’d normally be.

  Which was why he was going to give her relief without completing the mating. Matrix wanted her to truly choose him when they finally came together.

  “Hold still, Veruca,” he whispered against the perspiration gathering on her shoulder blade. Gathering it up with his tongue, he laved the area until she was pushing her gorgeous pussy against his torso, grinding against the tense muscles.

  “I can’t, I need,” she begged, her nails digging into his back as she rubbed herself to a tiny orgasm.

  Matrix caught her small whimpers of completion in his mouth, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of her release on his stomach.

  “I’m sorry.” Veruca covered her face, hiding behind her hands. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  “And you need more, don’t you?” Matrix asked, pulling her fingers away from her face and kissing them. “You don’t need to answer that because I know the answer. What is between us is how mating is meant to be.”

  “But I don’t—”

  He stopped her with a finger across her lips before she could finish the thought.

  “You will,” he promised, even as he slithered down her body, dropping wet sucking kisses along the way.

  Intrigued by the jewelry she had pierced through her nipples, he took his time there.

  “These are gorgeous,” he said between flicks of his tongue.

  “More,” she pleaded, holding his head tighter against her body.

  Matrix followed instructions like the good mate he was, nibbling and marking the softness he explored. By the time he reached her hips, his mouth was watering. The dark curls she had covering her mound were sticky with her cum from earlier, the scent of it tempting him like an animal in heat.

  “Kiss me there. Please.”

  “Don’t beg, mate,” he answered, even as he moved into place between her juicy thighs. Guiding her legs over his shoulders, he nuzzled his nose against the clit that poked out from between her glistening folds. “You never have to beg.”

  And with that, he devoured his obsession.

  With his lips and tongue, Matrix pleasured his mate, the taste on his tongue urging him to seek out as much as he could find as he wiggled the muscle deep within her tight little pussy hole before moving up to flick her pleasure button.

  He couldn’t help but groan against her flesh, running his hands up and down her shaking thighs as he held them open to feast. Lifting up his head, he panted at the sight of her soaking center. Her juices were everywhere, the copious amount only increasing under his attentions.

  Matrix was unable to keep himself from growling in need when he saw the shimmering trail lead down to her asshole, making the tight pucker shiny with lubrication.

  “Matrix?” Veruca’s voice was tired yet still needy as she wiggled in his hold.

  “I’ve got you,” he soothed, licking his way down to the tempting hole.

  “Are you…?” she asked in a shocked voice, even as she opened up wider for his attentions.

  Matrix smiled darkly at her reaction, teasing her with his tongue there before moving back to her cunt. Her ass had been tasty, but he wanted more of the cream she’d served him up so deliciously earlier.

  Of course, that didn’t mean that he left her bottom hole alone. Instead, he filled it smoothly with a finger, using her juices to ease the way. Veruca let out a squeal at the sudden, insistent penetration but had relaxed immediately as he began tonguing her clit. Soon, she was pushing back and forth, rocking back into his finger before chasing his mouth, which teased her from the front.

  He watched her face as he ate her out, increasing the speed of his hand and suction of his mouth until she was panting and spouting gibberish to the ceiling. He felt her tighten around his finger, her muscles spasming with the release rolling through her body.

  “Such a good girl,” he whispered, his lips tickling her clit as she jerked every so often with an aftershock.

  Once the tremors abated and he’d wrung as much pleasure out of her orgasm that he could, he went about the business of soothing his mate.

  Tonguing the lips of her pussy, he chased the drugging taste of her cum where it glistened from the top of her mound all the way down to where his finger was still buried in her ass. He gathered up every single drop, letting none of it go to waste. Once her curls were licked clean, he moved to her inner thighs. Nibbling and sucking at the softness he discovered there, he savored the salty tang of her perspiration where it mingled with her nectar.

  “Even your sweat is delicious,” he mumbled, dragging his tongue down the crease of her thigh. “Another, Veruca?”

  He lifted his head from between her thighs to not only hear but also see her answer.

  With her belly quivering and her breasts heaving, Veruca was more tempting than he could have ever imagined. He pushed his dick against the bed, praying the pressure would be enough for him to keep his head straight. No matter how much he wanted to fuck her into the mattress, Matrix was determined to hold fast.

  At least until he knew that this was what she wanted.

  “Please.” Veruca squirm
ed in his hold, searching for his mouth with her cunt leading the way.

  Matrix took note of the strength in her soft body as she strained in his grip, using her legs and core muscles to try to get her way.

  At first glance, she was small and soft. Not a threat.

  Now, with her under his hands and mouth, he could feel the muscles underneath the cushion her body was wrapped in.

  His mate was surprisingly strong.

  “Please,” she begged again, lifting her hips to seek his mouth.

  “I will give you what you need, Veruca,” he promised, nipping at the curls on her mound. “Tell me when you’ve had enough.”

  Chapter Twenty

  “Enough,” Rue moaned, pushing away Matrix’s hand where he held another piece of meat up for her to take from his fingers. “I can’t handle any more.”

  When he raised a brow at her choice of words, her cheeks flamed.

  An hour ago, she’d said almost the exact same words under entirely different circumstances.

  “Mead?” he asked, offering her a cup of the liquid she’d come to love during her short time on Djaromir. It was stronger than what she was normally used to, but she was grateful for the alcohol at a time like this.

  “Thanks.” Rue took a drink, grateful to have something to occupy her mouth other than shoveling food into it. She’d overdone it a plate ago but had been too chickenshit to tell him she was full. When she’d first started eating, she was famished, or at least felt like it. Once she’d scarfed down an entire plate, she realized she was taking bites to avoid talking to the man patiently waiting.

  Rue couldn’t help it. She was seriously freaking out on the inside and had absolutely no idea what happened now. She’d been tongue-tied since they left her apartment, not sure what exactly the protocol was for a situation like this. This was completely uncharted territory for her. Rue didn’t know what she was supposed to say to the man who’d made her come more with his mouth than all of her previous experiences combined without even bringing his dick into the equation. A simple thank you didn’t seem nearly enough.

  Not only that but the experience itself was throwing her for a loop. The strength and frequency of the orgasms he’d coaxed from her body was mind-boggling. Even now she was having a hard time processing how he’d made her feel such pleasure with only his hands and mouth.

  Not that he’d needed anything more…

  The entire experience had been surreal. She’d never had a man pay even a fraction of that attention to her or her needs while they’d been together, and that included a steady boyfriend she’d had for almost a year. The difference between her past and what had happened between the two of them was more than eye opening. It knocked her on her ass. He’d made her feel things that she thought only happened in romance novels. It was crazy addictive, and she wanted nothing more than to drag him right back to the bed they’d just climbed out of…but it also scared her.

  A whole fucking lot.

  It was something she could get used to. It was something she wanted to get used to.

  She’d been more than a little disappointed when things had come to an uncomfortable halt when Matrix had shot off the bed the moment she’d reached for him. Watching him scurry away from her had been one hell of a harsh buzzkill. He’d acted as if he couldn’t get away from her fast enough, turning away from the hand that she’d reached out to him.

  His withdrawal had burned like a knife to the gut.

  She’d laid there panting, confused and hurt at the distance between them.

  Was she inflating whatever this thing was between them? What she was feeling was real, right? Had the multiple orgasms scrambled her brains and she was just confusing amazing sex with something more? Did her lack of experience turn him off? Was she making a bigger deal about all of this than it actually was? Was this all hormones running amuck?

  Her anxious brain posed all of those questions and more. Doubts that she couldn’t seem to keep from creeping in.

  “What thoughts are going through that gorgeous head of yours, Veruca?” he asked.

  Rue shook her head instead of responding. For the moment, she’d keep those thoughts to herself.

  “If you don’t want to tell me what’s going on behind those worried eyes, would you like me to leave you alone for a moment to speak to your friends?”

  Rue looked around the room in surprise, his mention of those around them reminding her that they weren’t alone. She’d been so lost in her own head that she hadn’t realized the dining hall had begun to fill up with miners and a few of the volunteers still looking for their matches.

  “Not really,” she said with a shake of her head. “I don’t really feel like mingling.”

  “If you don’t want to talk to any of the others, are you ready to talk to me now?” he asked, his bluntness startling her. “It’s just me, Veruca. You can say anything to me.”

  Rue bit her lip as she studied the man in front of her. The man who she’d had no idea even existed this morning yet now had this strange and totally freaking scary hold over her.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, feeling as if she could cry for some reason but not understanding why. Her emotions were as topsy-turvy as when she was on her period and she couldn’t get a grip on them.

  “Shhh, Veruca. Calm, sweetheart,” Matrix soothed as he pulled her close to his side on the bench they were sitting on.

  He wrapped his arms around her, creating a space where she was able to shut out the rest of the room and the voices that filled it. Rue instantly felt comfort, not only from the feel of his arms around her but also from the sound of his heartbeat under her cheek.

  “I know the mating can be…overwhelming, but I am here for you.”

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized, fighting to maintain some sort of equilibrium over everything that seemed to be bubbling up inside her. “This is just…” Rue trailed off, unsure what exactly she’d intended to say.

  “Come, Veruca,” he said, standing up.

  Rue turned to stand but was surprised when he picked her up instead. The action startled a tiny yelp out of her as she held onto him.

  “What’s with you guys and toting us around all the time?”

  Matrix gave her a crooked smile, his scar tilting with the action, practically calling for her fingers to trace the skin.

  His smile immediately fell away.

  “What? Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” she said, pulling her hand away quickly. “Did that hurt?”

  “No,” Matrix answered slowly while eyeing her, his expression unreadable.

  Rue couldn’t stop herself from frowning back at him. He was still looking at her funny, so she wasn’t sure she believed him. It was almost as if he were searching for something.

  “Well then, what’s that look for?” she asked, feeling more and more uncomfortable the longer he stared.

  “I just—nobody has ever—” he answered, stumbling over the words as his cheeks turned a little pink as she watched him. “You touched my scar.”

  “I’m sorry.” Rue pulled back, mortification filling her when she realized his reaction was because of where she’d touched him. “Seriously. I didn’t even think before I touched it. I never intended to make you uncomfortable. I’m just one of those naturally touchy-feely people, and with everything that’s happened between us, I figured that touching your cheek wasn’t a big deal…you know, all things considered. I promise it won’t happen again. Look,” she said, holding up her hands before tucking them in her armpits Superstar style. “Hands to myself, promise.”

  “No!” he rushed out quickly. “First, nothing you did made me uncomfortable. I promise. I truly enjoy your touch and would be very upset if you denied it to me after all the years I’ve waited for you.”

  Rue swallowed at not only the heat in his words but also his eyes.

  “It seems like we have much to talk about, Veruca. Not only do we need to talk about all the things going on inside that gorgeous head of yours, we
also need to discuss my past. For instance, it has been a long while since anyone but me has touched the reminder of the attack that left me scarred. Not even the pleasure workers on Euphoria were able to hide their true feelings about my looks, and they were being payed to comfort me. They were disgusted.”

  “Listen, I don’t know what kind of asshole made you feel like you should be ashamed about the scar on your face, but they were wrong,” she argued, cupping the cheek that was scarred. “For one, it makes you look like a badass and it’s sexy as fuck.”

  “Seriously?” he asked, a smile creeping back over his face at her words.

  “Seriously,” she repeated with a nod. “If you didn’t have that slight imperfection, you’d almost be too pretty. I mean, have you looked in the mirror lately? You have cheekbones that even I wanna smack you for being blessed with.”

  Matrix chuckled, shaking his head at her. “You’re strange.”

  “And you’re strong,” she added, unable to resist groping the arms and chest he’d given her access to. Arms had always been her weakness, so what she was seeing and feeling was seriously squirm worthy. “Really, really strong.”

  “You’re small,” he delivered with a devilish smirk that made her panties wet.

  “You’re cute but crazy,” she argued with a smile and shake of her head. “I weigh two-twenty on a good day. I know I packed on a few pounds with the Phaetons because my jeans are too tight to squeeze into. Believe me, I tried. You think I picked out these leggings on purpose? Nope, these leggings are too thin for the chill in the air down here, but they’re the only thing that’ll fit without feeling like I’m suffocating. I can feel every little gust of air through these things,” she complained with a shiver. “I about froze my ass off—”

  “You certainly have enough,” a nasally voice interrupted, stopping Matrix in his tracks.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Where the hell did you come from?” Rue asked, unable to keep the snarl off her face or out of her voice as she looked down at Tabitha—not that she cared if she looked and sounded like a psycho.