Pursued

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Yes.” Nadiah shifted beneath him. “It feels so…almost animalistic.”

  “That’s because this is how animals do it—at least on Earth,” Rast murmured in her ear. “I’m going to take you from behind. Going to pin you to the bed and fill your sweet little pussy with my cock until you can’t stand it anymore. Is that what you want?”

  “Oh, Goddess!” Nadiah’s soft voice was breathless with need. “I…yes, I think I do.”

  “You have to do more than think, sweetheart,” Rast told her. “You have to know. Here, I’ll help you.”

  Slowly, he licked a hot, ticklish trail from the back of her neck down the length of her spine. The taste of her skin, warm and slightly salty, spread across his tongue, making him want her even more. But there was another part of her he wanted to taste.

  When he reached her buttocks, Rast nipped each lovely rounded mound in turn, making Nadiah gasp. Then he spread her trembling thighs, opening her completely. She moaned and shivered but put up no resistance when he opened her.

  Rast groaned at the incredibly hot and beautiful sight that met his eyes. Nadiah was what her people called a numala, meaning that her pussy got especially hot and wet whenever she was aroused. Rast could tell that right now she was both.

  Her inner thighs were wet with her honey and her soft little cunt lips were swollen with need, so puffy and hot they seemed to open of their own accord to let him see the tight pink button of her clit peeping out of her slippery inner folds. That was his ultimate goal but Rast didn’t want to rush anything. He was going to take her long and hard tonight but he wanted Nadiah as ready as possible first.

  Ducking his head, he spread her thighs even wider and leaned down to place a hot, intimate kiss on her open pussy. Nadiah jumped and moaned at his gentle assault and the soft sound of her voice made his cock surge with desire. Grimly, he held onto his self-control, forcing himself to go slowly, gently.

  Leaning down, he dragged his tongue over first one of her swollen outer cunt lips and then the other, deliberately ignoring her aching inner core. The delicious, sweet and salty taste of her juices exploded across his tongue, making him so hard he thought he would die if he didn’t have her soon. God, she tasted sweet—so damn luscious her unique flavor was practically addictive. In fact, Rast knew for a fact he was hooked—not that he minded.

  He had always enjoyed going down, even before he’d met Nadiah. It seemed to be in the Kindred male’s makeup—the desire to taste his female, the intense pleasure he took from bathing her sweet pussy with his tongue until she came. But until he’d met his wife, Rast had never had the need to do it before. Now it was something he felt he couldn’t live without—a thirst inside him that nothing but the taste of her sweet honey could quench.

  “God, sweetheart, you taste so damn good,” he groaned softly, going back for more. Her warm, feminine scent made him feel almost dizzy—drunk with desire and the need to taste more, to lick more deeply into her hot, wet folds. “Tilt your ass back toward me,” Rast commanded her hoarsely. “Need to get deeper into your pussy.”

  Crying softly with need, Nadiah did as he commanded, arching her back and tilting her pelvis toward him so that her pussy was even more vulnerable and open. Rast gripped her thighs with both hands and spread her swollen outer lips gently but firmly with his thumbs. A growl of pure desire unleashed itself from his throat when the throbbing button of her clit came into view, nearly pulsing with need in time to her heartbeat.

  God, she was beautiful! He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to taste her clit, had to thrust his tongue deep in her pussy and make her come…

  * * * * *

  Nadiah moaned helplessly and tilted her pelvis back further, trying to give Rast even greater access to her naked pussy. She had never felt so bare before, so completely vulnerable—not even the first time they’d made love. Then she and Rast had been face to face as he worked gently and slowly to thrust himself into her virgin pussy.

  This, though…this new position felt completely different. Different and a little bit dangerous.

  Naughty, Nadiah thought, moaning as her husband’s hot tongue made contact with her inner cunt, stroking along her clit and finding the entrance to her pussy. That’s the word, I feel naughty.

  “That’s because you are a naughty girl, all spread out like this on your hands and knees. Your sweet little cunt all wet and open for my tongue,” Rast sent her through their link as he tongue-fucked her deeply. “Nice girls don’t spread their pussies and wait for a tongue or a cock to fill them.”

  “So I’m not…uh. Not a nice girl?” Nadiah gasped breathlessly as he pressed deep into her slippery cunt.

  “No, you’re a bad girl. A naughty girl.” His tongue slipped out of her and curled around her clit, lashing the little button unexpectedly until Nadiah was just on the brink of orgasm.

  “Oh Goddess, please…please! So close!” she moaned.

  Rast worked her harder, his tongue doubling its assault. “But you’re my naughty girl,” he continued. “So I like it. In fact, I fucking love it.”

  Nadiah cried out as his fingers dug into her tender flesh, holding her still, holding her completely open for him as he lapped and sucked her pussy, cleaning away her cunt honey with his tongue even as he teased her pussy to make more flow. Suddenly, she could take it no longer. The pleasure that had been building in her, almost from the moment Rast had commanded her to turn over and get on her hands and knees, began to crest inside her.

  “Rast!” With a low, helpless moan, she began to come. Her hips bucked involuntarily but Rast stayed with her, holding her firmly with his big, warm hands, making sure she didn’t go anywhere as he rode out her orgasm, his tongue pressed deeply inside her spasming cunt. Nadiah, almost delirious with pleasure, could hear him thinking how good she tasted and felt, thinking he couldn’t wait to feel her soft, velvet pussy gripping his cock the way she was currently gripping his tongue. Suddenly she ached for him—ached to have his thick shaft stretching her, filling her to the limit.

  “What are you waiting for?” she sent boldly, through their link. “Please, Rast, I need you in me.”

  “My pleasure, sweetheart.” Finally withdrawing his tongue, Rast gave her one last hot kiss on her pussy and then positioned himself again right behind her. “Get lower,” he commanded, his deep voice hoarse with desire. “Put your head down on the pillow and your ass in the air.”

  Nadiah did as she was told with no hesitation whatsoever, cushioning her head in her arms on one of the soft pillows. She had never felt so empty inside, so needy, so hungry. The soul-bond between them ached with her yearning and she could feel Rast’s answering need as well. Still, he was careful.

  “Slowly,” she heard him murmur as the broad, blunt tip of his shaft lodged itself in the entrance to her pussy. “We’ve never done it like this before and it may feel a little tight. Just relax, sweetheart, and try to be open for me. All the way open.”

  Crouched on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and her heart pounding, Nadiah tried to obey him. She was utterly open, utterly vulnerable but she was also incredibly aroused. Instead of filling her with fear, the submissive posture filled her with lust. To her pleasure, she found that she loved this—loved submitting to her husband’s strength and giving him whatever he desired.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” Rast growled, obviously catching her thought. “Submit to me. Just open yourself and submit.” Then, with one long, slow thrust, he entered her pussy, filling her to the core with his cock.

  Nadiah moaned as she felt the blunt head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb. Goddess, he was in her now, all the way in her and this new position made her feel utterly pierced, utterly penetrated.

  Trapped, she thought half deliriously as Rast began to move inside her. I’m trapped. Helpless. Pinned down. There’s nothing I can do but spread my legs and submit, just like he said. Spread my legs and let him fuck me… The thought was both hot and scary at the same time. Squeezing the
pillow beneath her head hard, Nadiah moaned.

  “Good girl,” Rast growled, stroking her spine with one large, warm hand while the other held her firmly in place. “Such a good girl to spread your legs for me, Nadiah. To open your pussy for my cock. And you’re right,” he continued, as he stroked into her. “I’ve got you pinned. And you’re not going anywhere until I fill this sweet little pussy of yours full of my cum.”

  “Rast!” she protested in a half moan. “Rast, please…”

  “Please what?” he growled. “Please fuck you harder? Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

  Nadiah wiggled her hips and moaned, arching her back, submitting completely. Up until now their love had always been soft and gentle, with Rast going out of his way not to hurt her. But this…this was different. There was an edge of roughness to his deep thrusts, the masculine prerogative to dominate, to take her thoroughly and claim her completely. The hard slap as their bodies came together, the deep, piercing pleasure each time he hammered himself inside her, the knowledge that he wouldn’t stop until he forced them both to come was almost too much to bear.

  So good…it feels so good! she thought deliriously. Who could ever have imagined that being helpless beneath the man you loved could feel so utterly right? So incredibly pleasurable? And yet, now that she had given up all control of her body and her pleasure, Nadiah felt herself being pushed to a more intense orgasm than she’d ever had before.

  The pleasure rolled over her like thunderclouds, threatening to strike lightening at any moment and Nadiah was helpless to stop it. Didn’t want to stop it. Going to come, she thought, as the hard, pounding pleasure went on and on. Oh Goddess, I’m going to come so hard. Harder than I ever have before.

  “That’s right,” Rast sent through their link. “That’s right, sweetheart, come for me. Want to feel your sweet, tight pussy coming all over my cock.”

  “Rast! Oh, Goddess, Rast!” His name was a wail on her lips, a moan of surrender as the storm that had been threatening broke and the pleasure pierced her over and over, like lightening forking from the sky.

  Rast’s fingers tightened around her waist and he redoubled his efforts, ramming himself into her, penetrating her pussy as deeply as he could. And then Nadiah felt him press deep inside her, holding steady as he flooded her cunt, bathing the mouth of her womb with hot, hard jets of cum.

  It seemed to last forever, that one perfect instant of pleasure. But at last it was over and they sank together to their sides on the bed. The release was too much, too intense, and though she tried not to, Nadiah started to cry.

  “Nadiah? Sweetheart?” Rast sounded genuinely alarmed as he turned her around to face him. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he demanded anxiously.

  Nadiah shook her head, still too overcome with emotion to talk at first. “N-no,” she managed at last. “Just so…so intense. So…I can’t describe it. I felt so taken out of myself, so open when I gave myself to you just now.”

  “You were so beautiful, submitting like that.” Rast cupped her cheek and brushed away her tears with his thumb. “I hope it didn’t upset you, though. I just wanted to make you forget.”

  “I can never forget it—not really.” Nadiah shuddered at the hideous memory of Y’dex’s final moments. “But this makes it easier to bear. The knowledge that I can come to you, can give myself to you body and soul and know you’ll touch me and take me and make me feel things I never would otherwise.” She sighed in frustration. “I’m not saying this right but I don’t exactly know how to express it.”

  “I think you’re doing a wonderful job.” Rast smiled and kissed her gently on the tip of her nose, making her smile through her tears. “I know exactly what you mean. And I’m glad you didn’t mind me trying something new without talking about it first. I knew I was taking a chance but I thought it might help you get over, you know…”

  “It helped me a lot,” Nadiah assured him, snuggling closer. “Wrap me in your wings. I want to feel you all around me.”

  “With pleasure.” His vast, iridescent wings suddenly came out, just as they had on the day they had saved both their lives, and wrapped gently around Nadiah’s body.

  “Ahh…” It was like being caressed by the gentlest, warmest tharp in the world. A sensation that was somehow comforting and deliciously sexual at the same time. Once wrapped in those lovely wings, it never took Nadiah long to start feeling amorous. However, since she’d just had such intense and satisfying loving from Rast, she thought she could hold off a little before round two.

  “Glad you’re enjoying your own personal feather bed.” Rast’s voice was dry but she could hear the humor in it and see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

  “Every girl should be so lucky,” Nadiah murmured, stroking his chest. “And I don’t just mean every girl should have a male with wings—I mean everyone should have a mate they can trust.” Her thoughts drifted to Lissa—to her secret shame and sorrow and the sadness on her face when she’d explained to Nadiah how she could never be with the male she truly loved. “Someone…someone who loves and cares for them more than anything in the universe,” she murmured.

  “That’s exactly how I feel.” Rast held her tight and gave her a sweet, lingering kiss on the lips. “But are you talking about any one girl in particular?”

  Nadiah sighed. They hadn’t been mated for that long but already he knew her so well. Well enough to know when something was troubling her. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I was.” Since Lissa had come to her in the first place with the request that she talk to Rast, she felt no compunction about relating the new high priestess’s sad story to him.

  “That sucks,” he said flatly when she was finished. “You mean her adopted parents shipped her off here just because they didn’t want her with their son?”

  “Apparently it’s a huge stigma there,” Nadiah said. “The fact that they were living in the same household and from the same clan.”

  “But they weren’t related by blood,” Rast protested.

  Nadiah nodded. “That’s what I kept saying too. But apparently Lissa’s people look on it the same as if she had actually fallen in love with her own flesh and blood older brother.”

  Rast made a face. “That would be sick.”

  “Exactly. Which is why she was forced to renounce her true love and was exiled here to First World.”

  “I hope you told her she was doing a good job and that we still think she’s perfect as high priestess,” Rast said.

  Nadiah smiled. “Of course I did. But she asked me to talk to you, so I thought I’d better get your opinion too.”

  “You know how I feel.” Rast smiled at her. “Lissa seems like a very sweet girl and I think she’ll grow into her new job as she goes. I would definitely know about that,” he added dryly, flexing his wings.

  “Of course,” Nadiah said as the soft, iridescent feathers ruffled around her.

  “And even if she’s a little inexperienced, she’s still a hell of a lot better than the old high priestess—uh…”

  “Minverna,” Nadiah said. “I didn’t know her name either. I don’t think she went by it much.”

  “No, she was all about the title and the power,” Rast said, frowning. “Come to think of it, I haven’t seen her since the Goddess kicked her out of the temple.”

  “Lissa says she only comes out at night.” Nadiah shook her head. “I told her that has to stop. I don’t like the idea of her creeping around when we’re all asleep.”

  “I don’t like it much, either.” Rast frowned. “Do you want me to go say something to her?”

  “Lissa said she’d do it herself, though I got the idea she’s not exactly looking forward to it.”

  “Who would?” Rast muttered.

  “No one,” Nadiah said grimly. “Even without her priestess powers, Minverna is still a formidable woman.”

  “Well, that’s a nice way to put it. A lot nicer than what I would have said.” He chuckled. “But anyway, tell Lissa, if she has any
problems, to let me know. I’m the Councilor—that’s what I’m here for.”

  “I will.” Nadiah pressed closer so that their pelvises were touching and felt something hot and hard brush against her thigh. “But who helps you with your problems, Councilor?” she asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

  “What problems?” Rast growled playfully. “You mean like the one you give me by being so Goddamn gorgeous and naked?”

  Nadiah smiled and nudged his stiff shaft again with her thigh. “Exactly.”

  “Well, since you’re the one who gave me the problem, I think you should be the one to solve it.” Rast captured her mouth in a long breathless kiss. “What do you say?” he murmured when they finally broke apart.

  “I say I’d be happy to help.” With a naughty little grin, Nadiah ducked her head and placed a warm, wet kiss on his muscular abdomen. “Just hold still, Councilor. I’ll fix this problem right…now.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Merrick set the cruiser’s auto controls with care, putting the little ship on a direct intersect for Rageron and making sure they wouldn’t overshoot. He checked everything twice just to be sure and was about to check a third time when he realized what he was doing—he was procrastinating. Putting off the moment when he’d have to go down the ship’s corridor and share his bed with Elise. And it wasn’t because he didn’t want to touch her.

  It was because he wanted to touch her too damn much.

  His hands itched to caress her smooth, silky skin and his shaft hardened in his flight pants at the thought of holding her small, perfectly formed body next to his. Though he knew the feelings came from their artificial bond, he couldn’t help himself—they felt real. And all he wanted to do was lay her down on the bed and stroke and kiss and caress her until she came, over and over, with his name on her lips.

  Shouldn’t feel this way. We’re barely talking to each other, and this fucking bond between us is fake.

  But it didn’t matter. Or rather, Merrick couldn’t make it matter, even though he tried. Tried like a son-of-a-bitch.