by S. E. Smith
“Wait!” She panted, staring up blindly at the ceiling.
“No,” he grunted, wrapping his hands around her thighs to hold her still while he continued to tease her.
“I… oh god, I… wanted… to… show you… something new,” she moaned out. “It will be so good. I promise.”
Krac reluctantly pulled back just far enough that she could feel his heated breath against her throbbing core. She could tell he was thinking. She wanted to show him that there were many ways they could make love.
“Just as good?” He demanded, suspicious.
“Better,” she promised, tilting her head up so she could see him. “Much, much better.”
“I don’t think that is possible,” he confessed. “What you do to me… it is… incredible.”
Her face softened at the look of vulnerability that chased across his face for just a moment as he admitted his feelings. Her heart melted when she thought of how different his life must have been compared to the other men she had known. He was just… adorable to her.
“There are so many ways we can pleasure each other. I want to try them all with you,” she said.
“Many? How many?” He asked, suddenly looking anything but vulnerable. He looked more like a predator seeing his prey being offered on a platter.
“I don’t know,” she laughed softly. “I guess we’ll just have to count them as we discover them.”
“Show me another way,” he demanded, pulling back.
Skeeter gazed up at him as he stood next to the bed. Her eyes ran hungrily down his tall form, freezing on his long shaft that pulsed up and down. The tip of his cock was darker with his desire and a light touch of pre-cum glistened from it. She held her hand out to him.
“Come here,” she whispered.
The moment he placed his hand in hers, she jerked on it, pulling him off balance. She rolled to the side as he twisted, landing on his back on the bed. His eyes were wide with surprise before they darkened to almost black as she rose up over him and straddled his face while running her full breasts along his chest.
She looked down between them and smiled as she widened her legs just a touch more before lowering herself over his lips. She moaned as she felt his head rise up to meet her. Her own hands moved down to wrap around his cock. She held it steady as she wiped her tongue over the end.
“Fuck!”
Skeeter smiled at his hoarse exclamation. She slowly began rocking back and forth as she pulled him into her mouth while she rode him. The deep groan and the swelling of his cock in her hands told her that he was definitely enjoying this.
She was too. The combination of having him pleasure her while she sucked deeply on him was too much for her already primed body. The wave of her climax caught her off guard and she splintered into a million pieces of delicious, molten pleasure.
She pulled back with a loud cry when he continued to grip her thighs, holding her while he stroked her clit over and over, drawing out her orgasm. Unable to fight against the explosive pleasure still wracking her body, she fell forward, sinking her teeth into his thigh as she came again hard. It took several long seconds before she realized what she had done. She pressed a heated kiss to the imprint she had left as her body continued to shake from the aftermath of her orgasms
“More,” he growled.
“Yes, more,” she whispered hoarsely, trying to push herself up. She ran her tongue around the throbbing head of his cock before she forced her leg over his head. “Much more.”
“Where are you going?” He demanded as she turned back around until she was facing him. “I liked that view.”
Skeeter slid her leg over his waist. “I did too but I like watching your face when you come. It is incredibly sexy.”
“I… yes, this is good too,” he hissed as she slowly impaled herself on him. “Very good.”
“Touch me,” she moaned as she rose up and sank back down. “God, you are so thick and long.”
Krac’s hands rose up to cup her full breasts. He liked how her nipples hardened as he ran his thumb over them. The shudder of her body and the way she tightened around his cock spurred him to draw one of them down to his lips.
“Oh yes, baby. Like that, just like that,” she whispered, moving her hips in a slight circle as she moved up and down. “Together, push them together and suck on them.”
Krac watched as her face flushed again and her eyes closed as he pushed her breasts together and drew both of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked deeply on them before rolling his tongue around the hard tips.
Pleasure poured through him when he felt her hands tighten on his shoulders as she leaned forward. This position allowed him to go deeper into her. He drove upwards as she was coming down on him. Her dark blue eyes opened and she stared down at him with in surprise.
“Again,” she demanded in a breathless voice that pulled his balls up even harder than they had been. “Do that again.”
He sucked hard on her while pulling slowly back out before driving into her again. This time the moan came from him as she clenched her vaginal channel tightly around his cock. He could feel every inch of her slick walls. She tightened around him when he tried to pull back.
He released her breasts, moving his hands down so he could grip her hips instead. His head fell back against the pillows as he stared up into her eyes as he drove into her again. This time he was controlling the rhythm.
“I like this way,” he grunted as he picked up the speed. “You are beautiful when you come.”
“Krac, I… oh… oh… oh…,” she moaned as her body splintered again around his. “It’s too much.”
“Never,” he growled. “It will never be too much.”
His eyes remained glued to her flushed face as his hands tightened their grip. His hips moved in a primitive rhythm driven by his desire and need to claim her as his. He gritted his teeth as the tingling started to move through his body. He knew now what was about to happen. The pleasure and release were fast becoming an addiction to him.
He pulled almost all the way out of her, the tip of his cock catching at her slick entrance. He knew this was it. The slight control that he had snapped as he drove into her one last time. Every inch of his cock could feel her hot, wet softness surrounding it, pulsing with her own release. The tip touched her womb and hot semen shot from him, pouring into her as he burst apart in a world of color. A world only she could give him.
His hands shook as he drew her down to lay in drowsy silence on top of him, still connected as one. He held her close to his hammering heart and breathed in the essence of their combined passions. He continued to tenderly stroke her back long after her breathing had calmed and he knew she had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep.
“No,” he murmured, looking up at the twinkling lights of her room and realizing that she had made the ceiling look like the heavens on a clear night. “No, it will never be too much.”
*.*.*
Three days later, things were not so good. Skeeter sighed nervously and pushed impatiently at her hair that kept falling out of the lopsided ponytail that she had hurriedly put it in. She stared down at the dark green and blue planet below with tribulation.
No matter how much she tried to talk him out of it. Krac insisted that they needed to go to Sallas. He also insisted that he needed to speak with her father.
“Your lip is going to be raw if you do not stop biting it,” he observed as he made the final arrangements for their arrival.
“I should have told daddy about you,” she groaned, shaking her head and biting her lip again. “I should have eased him into the idea. Let him know. Something.”
“I told you that. You refused to let me talk to him,” he pointed out. “I did not like it when your eyes leaked again. That is the only reason I gave in.”
“Maybe you should stay on board the Lulu Belle until after I talk to him. You’ll be closer to your starship. It is faster if he….,” her voice faded at his dark, determined look. “I don’t want him to kill you!”
Krac’s eyes softened when he saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes and the tremble to her bottom lip as she stared at him in genuine worry and fear. He reached his hand out to her, gently squeezing her fingers in comfort. While he had no desire to fight a full grown, enraged Triterian male, he not only would but he could and win. The biggest problem was he didn’t think Skeeter would be happy with him if he killed her beloved father.
“He will accept that you now belong to me,” he said instead before letting go of her fingers to finish the landing procedure.
“I hope so,” she whispered as they broke through the atmosphere and began the final approach to her father’s stronghold. “I really, really hope so.”
Chapter 24
“Skeeter, my little shining sun,” Bulldog’s deep voice echoed from the arrival hanger at the Sallas Space docks. “You are just as beautiful as ever. You are happy, yes? The Lulu Belle is…. in one piece!” He said in surprise, looking over the pink hull with distaste. “It still needs new paint.”
“Daddy!”
Skeeter couldn’t help the huge smile that lit up her face whenever she saw her ‘dad’. She ran down the loading platform of the Lulu Belle and jumped into his outstretched arms. She loved it when he wrapped his six arms around her and held her up off the ground. It felt as if she was flying.
Even as nervous and frightened as she was about how he was going to react to Krac, old habits die hard. A deep sigh escaped her as he lifted her up in his arms. The soft, red scales covering his body felt warm and smooth as she buried her face into his neck.
“I missed you,” she whispered as she closed her eyes and drew in his warm, comforting scent.
“Froget has been a good co-pilot for you? He has done well in keeping you safe?” Bulldog asked with a low rumble of satisfaction.
Emotions overwhelmed her at the sound of Frog’s name. Being back home in her dad’s safe embrace opened the floodgates as she remembered everything that had happened. Finding Violet, meeting Krac, Frog’s death and her almost dying were just a part of it. It was her fear of what he might do to Krac that finally triggered the huge avalanche of feelings she had been barely hanging on to. She fought against the sob that built, but it was too much. Her body shook as she wrapped her arms tightly around Bulldog’s neck and clung to him like she did when she was the scared little girl whose parents had been murdered.
“Oh, my Lulu Belle,” Bulldog said tenderly, rubbing her back with two of his hands. “My poor, poor sweet girl.”
“He… he… killed him,” she sobbed. “I tried to… to… stop him, but I had to hide Violet first. I was too… late. Frog… Frog died to save me and Violet. Oh daddy, why? He was so brave and that horrible man kill… killed him.”
“Oh, my sunshine,” Bulldog murmured, his eyes flashing to the back of the Lulu Belle where a huge male stood staring at him with cold, deadly eyes. “I will take care of this.”
Skeeter sniffed and clung even tighter to him when she felt his hands begin to move. She pulled back and wiped at her damp cheeks before glancing over her shoulder at where Krac stood on the lowered platform. A shaky apologetic smile curved her lips as she remembered how much he hated it when she ‘leaked’.
“Daddy, this is…” She started to say when Bulldog set her gently, but firmly, behind him.
“You dare cause my daughter to cry? You dare cause her to be sad?” Bulldog’s deep voice bellowed out in rage. “You dare go near the daughter of Bulldog Ti’Death?”
“Daddy, no! He saved my life! Please, he is... very special to me,” Skeeter cried out, holding on to one of her father’s hands.
Bulldog’s hand tightened on hers, but he didn’t turn away from the huge male who stood frozen at the end of the platform. The challenge in the male’s eyes was enough to make him want to kill him. But more important, it was the possessive way the male’s gaze swept over Lulu Belle that caused him the most concern. This was not a gentle male. This was a cold-blooded killer. And, from the way his eyes focused on Lulu Belle, he had claimed her as his.
“Lulu Belle, go to my transport,” Bulldog growled in a low voice.
“I love him, daddy,” Skeeter whispered. “He makes me happy. He makes me feel safe. Please don’t hurt him.”
Bulldog froze at her soft words. He heard the change in her voice when she talked about the male. He glanced down at her. Her eyes were not on him, but on the huge male. He could see the warmth and love in them. He also saw the possessive look when she gazed at him. Bulldog released a deep sigh before turning to pierce the male with a heated look.
“Who are you?” Bulldog asked bluntly. “And how did you meet my daughter?”
*.*.*
Krac stood on the balcony looking out over the courtyard of the huge villa that Ti’Death had built into the cliffs overlooking the dark green ocean from below. Skeeter told him that Bulldog had the villa built shortly after he brought her back to Sallas. Her father wanted her to have a place where she could grow up safe from many of his business dealings.
“You have the power to break her spirit if you are not careful,” Bulldog’s deep voice said quietly behind him. “She cares for you. When she loves, she loves deeply.”
Krac glanced over his shoulder as the Triterian male warily approached him. They had called a silent truce back at the arrival platform. He knew it wouldn’t last. They were both two very dominant males and they both loved the same female; one as a male loves his female, the other as a father loves his daughter.
“She is mine. I will protect and care for her,” he replied, turning back to gaze down at the courtyard where Skeeter talked animatedly with several of the house helpers.
Bulldog’s deep sigh echoed quietly as he came to stand next to him. Both of them watched as two other males carried a large crate to the center of a flower bed. After several minutes of struggling, the crate was opened to reveal a brilliant sculpture.
Three large circles, with multiple smaller circles within them spun around as the sailing ships in the center of each circle caught the light breeze spinning them. As they spun, the sun caught the colorful glass that was positioned throughout the circles.
“She is very special,” Bulldog murmured. “She sees the beauty and good in things that others don’t. Everything she touches comes to life. I have done my best to protect her from the darkness that fills the universe.”
Krac’s hands tightened on the balcony as he heard the caution in Bulldog’s voice. His eyes were focused on her beautiful smile as she nodded to one of the women standing near her. His throat tightened when she looked up to where he and Bulldog were standing. Her smile faltered for a moment before it returned, softer and warmer than before.
“She is very special,” he agreed quietly.
“Everyone has always feared me,” Bulldog stated quietly. “Even members of my own species. The Triterians are known as much for our blood-thirst as we are for our business sense. As one of the most successful members, I have had to do things that are often frowned upon by some planetary councils, including the Confederation.”
“You are a lead councillor for your own star system. As such, the council listens to you,” Krac responded. “And looks the other way.”
Bulldog chuckled and folded his arms across his massive chest. “At times, it was necessary and prudent if they did not want a war on their hands. You have done your homework, Section K.”
Krac stiffened at his identification section. “I am not the only one, it would seem,” he said in a quiet menacing voice.
“Does my daughter know who you really are?” Bulldog asked point blank.
Krac’s knuckles turned white from where he was gripping the stone railing before he forced himself to relax. He breathed deeply to control the unfamiliar rush of panic that threatened to choke him. His eyes moved upward until he was staring sightlessly out over the brilliant green of the ocean.
“No,” he replied in a short, quiet tone.
Bulldog studied the unusual male’
s stiff form. He saw the proud, powerful jaw clench, as if waiting for him to attack. He saw a man of power. A man who lived by a code of honor he alone understood. This was a man whom many considered a monster. It was a title he was familiar with. A slow smile curved his lips as he glanced back down at his beautiful but unusual daughter.
“Tell her,” Bulldog suggested. “You will be surprised by her reaction. As I said before, she sees things others do not.”
Krac didn’t say anything at first. In truth, a part of him was stunned to hear the quiet acceptance in Bulldog’s voice. He had expected threats, even a possible attempt to kill him. Not this acceptance.
“I need to ask you a favor,” he said gruffly. “I have to leave. There is a… situation that requires my attention. I ask that you protect her until I return.”
Bulldog studied the tight expression on Krac’s face. “Does this have anything to do with the New Order and their attacks on the Earth’s council?” He asked in a voice suddenly cool and reserved.
Krac’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What do you know of the New Order and their attacks?”
“You are not the only one concerned,” Bulldog replied with a sigh. “I know more than you can imagine. All is not what it seems. I have ways of knowing what is going on. It is not only the Earth that is in danger should the council change. I have been observing some suspicious requests for items.”
“What type of items?” Krac asked.
“Anything pertaining to the Alluthans. Someone has been searching for anything about them, including debris from their ships, vidcom on them, even bodies.”
“The Confederation Council and the Zion military have control over that,” Krac stated.
“There is always those who are willing to exchange illegal items if the price is right. The New Order is searching for something. What, I do not know yet. But, they are searching for something,” Bulldog said grimly.
Krac’s mind raced as he tried to piece together what Bulldog was telling him with the information he already had. Why would the New Order want to know about the Alluthans? Why did they want Gracie Jones-Jefe? Frustration ate at him.