by Kyle, Celia
The dragon growled deep within him, rumbling its disagreement with his plans and ideals. Until she was claimed, he would have an edge of fear. She could be taken by a desperate male who did not care about the Knowing. She could become afflicted by the Knowing sickness once more. He took deep breaths to calm the beast, gratified when he heard the water cease and Sasha soon appeared, wrapped in a huge white towel.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The white light behind her framed her long, black hair and made her eyes appear a deep, midnight blue. When she came straight to him and clambered onto his lap, he was surprised by her actions, but pleased to be holding her. He put his arms around her, expecting a passionate embrace, but instead, she started crying in deep, gulping jags.
“My love—what’s wrong? Are you injured?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Not physically. It’s just that everything is catching up to me.” Her voice broke on a sob. “I’ve been used every day of my life. The wound is in my soul.” She touched her chest. “In my heart,” she whispered.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, stroking her chin. “Your heart is mine, shaa kouva, and I will not let it be broken.”
She turned her lips up and Whelon met them with his own, sinking into her. They were one now, always, and forever.
Chapter Thirty-One
As Sasha leaned up for Whelon’s kiss, she trembled. His desire deepened and she opened her lips, encouraging him to use his tongue. She moaned and squirmed, getting into position on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, their towels falling away to the floor, unnoticed.
She trembled harder when his hands swept around her waist and he suddenly stopped all movement, pausing to look into her eyes. “Are you all right, my love?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
He cupped her cheek gently, holding her gaze. “Tell me.”
When tears pricked at her eyes, Sasha shook her head and looked away. Whelon simply waited for her to answer him—his patience seemingly boundless.
“It’s just… I’ve never done this before,” Sasha admitted.
“You are a virgin?” he asked, disbelief in his tone. His thoughts filtered through to her and even though the idea of men around her drove him to a fury, he thought she was so beautiful and full of life. Surely, she had men around her constantly and wasn’t shy about seeking her own satisfaction.
“Okay,” she looked down and sighed, running her hands up and down his arms. “I’m not a virgin. I’ve had, like, three boyfriends. Maybe four. All of them were publicity stunts, mostly. I liked them, we went out together, and yes, we had sex.” She sighed again, still keeping her eyes from his. “There were a few guys I met at parties. I had to be careful of scandals and bad press, but I enjoyed myself.”
When she finally looked up, Whelon’s eyes were dark and shimmering, the darkest she had ever seen, like the edge of night. Was he angry at her past?
“I can’t—I mean, I don’t—”
“Take your time, Sasha,” he whispered, no hint of censure or fury in his tone or the gentle way he touched her. She could feel him growing harder beneath her, but he made no move to start anything sexual. She could feel the thrill of having her close emanating from him, the excitement that he finally had the one physical partner he could share himself with. It was enough and he would never push for more if she didn’t want it, as well.
“I want to hear every thought in your mind,” he said softly, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss across her lips. “I want the real Sasha. All of her. Every feeling, every thought, every memory. I want you.”
Sasha cleared her throat and nodded before bringing her eyes up to meet his again. “Intimacy, Whelon. I’ve never had it. I don’t understand it. In a lot of ways, this really upsets me.”
“Why?” He hated anything that upset her. Anything.
“Because this is different!” she cried. “This is not some quick bang at a party or doing my ‘duty’ as a girlfriend—”
“Duty?” Smoke escaped his nose but after being bathed in his fire, a little smoke was nothing to worry over.
“All I had to do was close my eyes and they would just… do it. That’s how it works. Women don’t feel much anyway, or so I’ve read. I didn’t think my experience was that unusual. I knew some people had incredible orgasms, but I figured it was with one partner over a long period of time. I didn’t think I would get the opportunity.”
“Sasha, are you scared?” She nodded and he continued. “We don’t have to do anything. We can stop right now.”
She heard the conviction, the surety and promise, in his tone and shook her head in denial. “I want you. Can’t you feel how much I want you? Through our bond?”
He nodded, leaned close to put his cheek to her chest and then gripped her arms and stood. While she squealed in alarm, he turned and put her on the bed.
“Since your experience is to let it happen and I want you to be openly enthusiastic, we are going to have trouble communicating and I don’t want that. How about you lie back and let me touch you, like a massage? We can stop at any time.”
Sasha nodded and closed her eyes, her muscles tight and shaky, and she really wished Whelon would just do it and get the first time over with. She knew she would loosen up in time. Her body definitely wanted him, but more than just Sasha’s mind fought against the closeness of the act.
When Whelon touched her body, she realized she had underestimated him wholly. She had forgotten he was a healer and that his touch was skilled and precise. He began at her shoulders, slowly running his fingertips across her arms in a barely there caress that gave her a shivery, pleasant feeling.
He continued making long, sweeping motions down her sides and all the way to her long legs. His hands soothed the tight muscles that were still wound up from the stress of the recent days. She kept her eyes closed and relaxed fully, moaning softly as Whelon ran his hands over her flesh.
When he returned to her shoulders, he traced her collarbone in light, teasing touches. He swept his hands across her breasts, lightly rubbing her nipples, the hard nubs aching for more of his touch. She sighed, a huge release of tension as the breathless sound left her lips. She had been so wound up that she hadn’t realized her chest was so tight she could hardly draw breath.
He returned to her legs, trailing his fingers over her hipbones, and then traced the edges of the cleft where it began near her loins and thigh. Sasha opened her legs from her hips, encouraging him lower still.
“You can stop me at any time, shaa kouva…” he murmured gently. Then he settled between her spread legs and ran his hands over her thighs several times before leaning down and pressing his lips to her throbbing clit.
Sasha moaned, her body writhing on the bed as she gripped a sheet tightly in one fist and twisted the fabric. No one had gone down on her before, and her sexual experience was merely a quick poke, no extra positions or foreplay.
I didn’t know… I didn’t know!
A long, drawn-out moan escaped her as Whelon searched inside her center with his tongue. He lapped at her, sending her to the edge with light, gentle touches. Then, when she felt as if she couldn’t take the torture for another second, he grabbed her thighs, dragged her even closer to him, and opened his mouth over her clit.
As his lips pressed firmly around the bundle of nerves, he punished the little nub with the flat of his tongue, alternating with flicks of the tip. Sasha screamed, crushing the sheets in both fists. She bucked her hips up and down and Whelon kept his hold, forcing her to remain pressed to his mouth while his tongue and lips worked her over.
He ran his tongue down the crease and then he darted into the deepest edges of her pussy. As he pleasured her around the delicate inner lips and soft entrance, she felt herself sagging against the bed, her strength leaving her. She didn’t have anything left to react with, a deep ringing inside her stealing her body away.
It flooded through her, not just her pussy, but inside her, in her very core. Somethin
g made of electricity raced through her and her pussy clenched and spasmed. She expected Whelon to cease, but he only pushed his tongue deeper inside her and moaned with pleasure as he lapped up her juices.
Sasha’s first real orgasm turned into two as she saw how much her mate enjoyed her taste and scent. Seeing him pulling her closer so he could explore further into her pussy and caress every single fold sent her into a frenzy. The far-off crashing wave suddenly throbbed through every part of her, running through her belly and legs and making her nipples and clit burn with need. The pressure inside her was so great she ground against Whelon’s mouth.
“Lick me! Eat me!” she screamed. “Oh God, shaa kouvi, eat me as hard as you can.” She reached down and threaded her hands into his thick, midnight hair and thrust her hips, seeking the pressure of his mouth more firmly. Whelon moaned in pleasure and his efforts with his lips and tongue increased ten-fold.
Sasha let go of everything as the multiple orgasms ran into each other and became one. She had no tension left. She lay limply on the bed while she shuddered and shook with untold pleasure.
Whelon did not stop until the spasms began to die down and he looked up, resting his cheek on her leg. “Are you well, shaa kouva?”
She stared down at him, panting. He rose and crawled up the bed so he could recline at her side. He opened his arms and Sasha knew he was content.
But she was not.
She grabbed his shoulder and thrust herself at him, rolling them both until she straddled his hips. He smiled as she leaned down to kiss him, nibbling on his lips—tasting her salty-sweetness—as she slid against him with her hips.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Whelon lay flat on his back, wings tucked comfortably beneath him, as he stared up at Sasha in the dim, flickering light. The TV reflected images against the dark walls, changing the perspective every second.
All Whelon saw was her wide smile and the satisfaction in her eyes. He hadn’t just made her happy. He had given her the courage to explore her own sexuality.
She tightened her grip on his shoulders with her small, pale hands, and slid her hips back and forth, teasing them both. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of her pussy sliding up and down his length. He was going crazy with her soft, wet sexlips just grazing the full length of his cock, and he trembled with his need to thrust deep inside her warm, waiting center.
He put his head back against the pillows, forcing himself to lie still beneath her sensual onslaught. His muscles trembled as he put all his energy into submitting to his mate.
When he had gathered some semblance of self-control, he stared up at Sasha once more, seeing she still had her eyes closed with a small frown furrowing her brow. She moved against the pressure of her hands locked onto his shoulders and pressed her hips down until he experienced the heave of her slick, hot inner lips along his cock.
He groaned as she worked herself against him. Then shudders poured through her and a new wave of warm wetness painted his cock—his sweet Sasha’s release—and his body jerked in response to the delicious sensations. Again he admonished himself to remain still.
Soon, she settled, her eyes fluttering open as her hips slowed and she stared down at him with a sweet, naughty smile.
He reached up and gently gripped her hips, jiggling against her just a little. “Are you ready for this, my Sasha?”
She hesitated, a flash of uncertainty ghosting across her features as she nodded. “But not like this.” She slipped off him, curling against his side. “I want you on top. I’m not… confident. Yet.”
The breathy quality of her voice and her uncertain manner spurred the beast deep inside him. She was so tender, so sweet.
So innocent.
And she wants me to take charge.
He practically panted from the intensity. She rolled to her back and he followed the movement to settle atop her. He balanced himself easily with his hands resting on the bed just above her shoulders. She stared up, her eyes brimmed with desire but tempered by fear.
Whelon ached to have her hot and begging, but he realized that wasn’t going to happen. She needed him to make the move and this was as close as she could come to willing and ravenous. She wanted him, that was clear in her words and manner.
Hopefully soon, my shaa kouva will attack me like a wildcat, he thought. Until then, I shall handle her as gently as I would a gilded lily.
He ran one hand down her body, savoring every touch of her skin under his fingertips and palm. He slid that hand between their bodies and gently positioned his cock at her tight entrance.
She was so wet that his cock slipped easily into the mouth of her center. Though he was so large, he immediately felt resistance to his presence and slowed. He put his free hand on her shoulder and slowly pressed forward with his hips.
Her eyes snapped open, wide and blue, as she grabbed at his shoulders and squirmed, her long legs going in all directions. She struggled against his body while he slowly and steadily kept pressing his huge, thick shaft through her slick pink lips.
He leaned down and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her face to his neck. He was nearly fully seated when she suddenly flailed and screamed.
“No! Stop, stop!”
He froze even though his body begged him to go on. One sharp thrust and he would be balls deep within his mate. It was so close, so very close. His body trembled, but he held himself still. Barely.
“Do you wish to stop?” His voice was soft but came out with a low growl as the dragon rose hotly in his blood. It was so close to claiming its mate that it objected to him giving her this choice. The beast was feral in its need, which made Whelon’s presence a good temper to the beast’s nature.
Sasha panted desperately for a moment, peered down at where their bodies were joined, and then looked back up at Whelon.
As their eyes met, she softened, her body relaxing under him, muscles and joints loosening and becoming pliable once more.
“I’m okay,” she murmured softly.
He kept his eyes on hers, watching for any pain as he very slowly pushed himself the rest of the way into her waiting heat.
She was so tight it felt like he would never be able to thrust. He closed his eyes and rested his head on her shoulder, assaulted from all angles as her pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. When her inner muscles calmed, he gasped and looked into her eyes.
All fear was gone. There was simply an endless expanse of calm acceptance and budding desire once again. He kept his eyes on hers while he withdrew and she sucked in a sharp breath, relaxing her hips as he moved. She didn’t look away but kept her dark blue eyes fixed on his face. Their locked stares seemed to calm her, so Whelon kept looking at her, increasing the intimacy of this moment.
As he thrust in again, he cupped her cheek with one hand and kissed her. She rocked her head back, chasing his tongue with her own. He pressed himself into her as deeply as he could, feeling her body gripping and squeezing his cock.
He stroked her hair as he pulled back from the kiss. He caressed her arm, running his fingers down it until their palms were connected and at exactly the same time, they laced their fingers together.
Their eyes remained locked and he was dying, drowning in those oceans of blue. He couldn’t look away and felt he could simply fall into their depths. Her eyes seemed to open even wider as he began to thrust harder and faster, as if her pussy truly meant to swallow him. Her inner muscles had loosened, and she was so wet he could thrust harder and deeper, which only opened her core to him further.
He arched his spine and let out a sharp cry as he flexed his hips, thrusting as deeply into her as he could. She cried out and he brought his attention back to his mate, seeing her eyes still locked onto his face. He put his forehead to hers and made short, slow strokes as he stared into her eyes.
The closeness and tempo of the thrusting drew out the pleasure to an almost impossible building of desire. She kept her gaze on his and he didn’t look away as
he pistoned his hips. He felt his release edging closer and closer as his cock thickened, stretching her even more.
As the hard head hit the soft, deep end of her, she cried out with every thrust. He stayed in position, their foreheads together so they could remain caught in each other’s gazes.
His climax crested slowly, a thing of small, pleasurable moments that built and spilt over in a crashing wave of sensation. The gasp that tore out of him was ragged, as if he had received a near fatal wound. As he collapsed on top of her, he felt her heat spasming around him and he knew he had satisfied his mate many times over.
As he slipped down to lie beside her, he gathered her in his arms and experienced an encompassing sense of joy that he had pleasured his mate so thoroughly. His own release was not important, not when it measured against her ultimate ecstasy.
He held her even tighter against his chest, knowing he had a lot of work to do in helping his mate reach her sexual peak.
And he was just the Preor for the task.
Chapter Thirty-Three
The low rumble of voices cascaded around Sasha in a cacophony of noise as she stood in the corner of the great ballroom. The Regal Hotel was the only place to hold such an important event, and the ballroom, surrounding suites, and dining room were filled with brightly dressed women and men strapped neatly into tuxedos.
Out of the Preor, she couldn’t decide who appeared more out of place—those who wore the traditional katoth pants and leather straps, or those who attempted to wear human clothes. She spied Choler and Radoo across the room and grinned at them, giving them a small wave hello.
Choler gestured back, raising his champagne glass. Both of them had tuxedos specially made with long, neat slits for their wings to fit through in their jackets. They looked unbelievably good, a mixture of human familiarity and alien strangeness.