“I-I hope you don’t think I’m too forward, but I thought this was what you wanted.”
“Wynter,” Geno said as he stood. “This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you want.” He shook his head. “I don’t want it if it’s not something you want, too.”
She still held the collar of the robe tight against her chest. Her white knuckles and trembling lips attested to her anxiety.
“You don’t want me?” Her eyes widened, and the color washed from her face before returning with a flush of red.
“Of course I want you, love.” He stood and leaped over the back of the couch. “I want you more than I can express, but I don’t want you to gift yourself to me until you’re ready for it.” He tugged the robe around her and cinched the belt tighter.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
“My love for you is unconditional, Wynter. You don’t have to do this because it’s what I want. You must do it because it’s what you want. Anything else can wait.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?” She pressed her face against him and took a deep breath. “Have I ever told you that I love the way you smell? It’s like cedar and citrus with a unique scent that’s all Geno.”
“You have not.” He grinned as he held her tighter. “I think you might be smelling the scent we exude for our mates. It makes us irresistible.”
“Oh, get over yourself.” She pinched his side and then met his gaze. The worry in her eyes was unmistakable. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, my love.” He pulled her even tighter against him. “And I will never retaliate for your shows of affection, no matter how violent they might be.”
“Violent? That wasn’t the least bit violent.” She tried to pull away, but Geno was too busy laughing to let her go.
“Have I told you that I love you?” She stopped struggling when he voiced his question.
“You told me that you were falling in love with me earlier.” She met his gaze, her bottom lip between her teeth. “Part of me wants to believe this is all too good to be true.”
“The other part?”
“It wants to believe that we can have a happily ever after because that’s the part of me that, as impossible as it sounds, has already fallen head over heels in love with you.”
“It’s the chemical reaction.” He smoothed her hair from her face, longing to push the robe from her shoulders and let his eyes feast on the perfection of his mate. “Once, a long time ago, on Zolon, mates fell in love the moment they met. It is very rare now that our females are so scarce.”
Leaning down, he pressed his lips against her cheek, before moving his mouth down to the curve of her throat and nipping the sensitive flesh.
“That feels...” Wynter tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. “Geno,” she swallowed and opened her eyes to meet his gaze. “Please take me to bed.” She released her grip on his robe and shrugged it off. It fell in a puddle at her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but the intimate smile she aimed directly at his hearts.
“I thought you’d never ask, love.” Geno smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. Bending, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to their destiny.
Chapter Thirty-three
WYNTER ALMOST GIGGLED to herself when Geno scooped her up and carried her across his suite toward his bedroom. He hadn’t hesitated for a moment. It was either the wine or her power over the big alien that made her so giddy.
He carried her as though she weighed nothing, and she couldn’t wait to feel those strong arms pulling her against his hard body. He’d promised to show her about real love. Not the selfish love most human males she knew practiced.
“You’re so beautiful, Wynter.” He set her on her feet beside the bed. “I look at your body, with the curves in all the right places, and I need to touch you. I feel your silky skin against mine, and I crave to taste you. My heart yearns for the connection of my takana, but I will never take that choice from you.”
Wynter took a deep breath, barely daring to believe Geno meant what he said, but his expressive eyes told her he spoke the truth.
Gentle hands rested on her shoulders as his heated gaze took her in.
Wynter fought the urge to cover her chest as her nipples tightened to hard peaks. Goosebumps covered her flesh, and she trembled beneath his loving inspection.
“I love your smooth skin.” His hands moved lower to cup her breasts. “And I love the weight of your breasts in my hands.” He stroked the diamond-hard tips with his thumbs, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Most of all, I love you, with the sense of humor you try to hide and your soft woman’s body.” He leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth.
Wynter moaned, her head falling back on her shoulders as she stood before him. She brought her hands up and thrust her fingers into his hair, drawing him closer and never wanting to let him go.
Being naked, while he still wore all of his clothes, felt decadent, exciting, even. The rasp of his shirt against her bare skin was rough and slightly wrong, but still so right.
He released her nipple with a slight groan. “My body aches for you, and my mouth goes dry when I look at your perfect body. Do you see how your pink areolas tighten and the tips of your delectable nipples pout for my tongue?”
Wynter’s face heated at his words. No one had ever talked to her like this so much before. It was always, move your leg, or arch your back. No one had ever tried to make her feel as sexy as they saw her.
With his hands on her hips, his fingers stroked her rounded stomach, barely skimming the top of her mound. Geno wrapped an arm around her waist, encouraging her to lean back, the movement pushing her chest out, and drawing attention to her breasts, begging for the heat of his mouth.
He bent his head, sucking the tip of her right breast deep into his mouth. Wynter moaned low in her throat, her body melting as thick cream slid slowly from inside her, coating her thighs.
Geno dragged his tongue over the sensitive bud, nipping gently before giving her other nipple the same loving attention.
As gentle as a breeze, Geno guided her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed.
“Climb onto the bed, my takana. I wish to worship you properly before we come together.”
Wynter’s face flamed at what she was doing. She’d never once slept with a man she hadn’t known at least a month. Here she was with Geno after only a few days. When had she become so loose?
It’s the wine. It has to be the wine. Thank goodness I’m with Geno. At least I wanted him when I was sober.
“Scoot over here.” He patted the edge. “I want to taste you first.”
Taste her? The butterflies, or were they hummingbirds, in Wynter’s stomach, took flight at the thought of what he wanted to do.
She did as he asked. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t gotten used to obeying Ben’s every command to avoid a beating. Wynter put thoughts of her dead husband to rest. Something told her this was going to be more pleasurable than anything she’d ever experienced before.
Geno knelt before her. Grasping her ankles, he lifted them, setting them on the edge of the bed.
“Lay back.” He pressed the center of her chest gently until she rested her back against the thick comforter. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he said as he pushed her thighs apart and stared at her exposed sex.
He leaned forward, and Wynter caught her breath when he swiped her wet cleft with his tongue. The wet, hot stroke sent jolts of pure pleasure sizzling through her.
Geno sucked her clit into the heat of his mouth, flicking the velvety tip of his tongue over her sensitive nub. She gasped, her fingers grasping his head, and tunneling through his hair as she attempted to drag him closer. All the while, he refused to release the turgid bud.
Sliding his hands below her buttocks, Geno lifted her, drawing her closer to the edge of the bed. He then reached up and draped her legs over his shoulders, not once missing a stroke of rough wet v
elvet over her tender flesh.
Wynter teetered on the brink when he stopped and met her gaze. “Tell me that you want me. Tell me you want this.”
Was he as crazy as she must be? Of course, she wanted him.
“I want you, Geno. Yes, I want this.” Once more, she followed his orders. Hell, she’d do just about anything to feel his hot mouth on her again.
“So long as you’re sure.” He lowered his head again and swiped his flattened tongue up the length of her cleft. “I fear you might regret this tomorrow.”
Nothing could ever make her regret being with Geno.
“I won’t regret it, Geno. I—“ She paused for a moment. “I love you. I want to be with you to live with you.” She rose onto her elbows to meet his gaze. “I want to live the rest of my life with you.” Her face burned at the admission. “That is if you want me, too.”
That must have been what he wanted to hear.
Geno lowered his head to her again and sucked her clit into his mouth. His tongue laved her with new enthusiasm, and he thrust a finger inside her, stroking her G-spot until her orgasm overcame her. Her body exploded into a heated pleasure so intense she was afraid everyone on board heard her cries of ecstasy.
“You taste exquisite, Wynter.” Geno licked his lips and then lifted her limp body onto the bed before he slowly removed his clothes. “You are so sexy and so responsive. I could go down on you like that all day.”
Wynter watched as he removed his clothing, hoping he didn’t plan to do that again. It might kill her, and while it might be a good way to die, she didn’t want to do so until she’d felt him thrusting and climaxing inside her.
“I’d rather have you inside me,” Wynter said as he kissed his way up her body.
She reached down, grasped his cock, and rubbed her thumb over the head, smearing the fluid that leaked from the tip.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t want that.” She rolled onto her side and grasped his sac, enjoying the sensation of their weight in her hand. “Maybe it’s my turn to go down on you. Then afterward, you won’t feel so near the edge.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Geno shook his head. “I might lose control and scare you. It’s best if we complete our bond first. There is something I should tell you, though. Like all Earth tigers, I have a barbed Penis. The barbs aren’t sharp, and they won’t harm you, but during the mating, they will come out.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” Wynter’s heart started beating a little faster.
“No, love.” He smiled softly. “I’m told that it enhances our mate’s pleasure. I don’t wish to alarm you, only warn you that it will happen and it will feel different than that of a human male.”
It couldn’t hurt much. All of Geno’s sons had human women for mates and not one of them pulled her aside to warn her about sex being painful.
“It doesn’t matter.” She grabbed onto what little bit of courage she had and held on tight.
“I’m telling you this because I cannot wear a condom. I thought you had the right to know that. My anatomy will destroy a condom. I cannot give you a human disease, anyway. My body would kill it before I could transmit it to anyone.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Wynter shook her head. “I’ve already decided I want this. I want to know what it’s like to be your mate.” And she would never know that feeling without being brave enough to leap at this chance.
“I’m so—I apologize if I’ve ruined the mood for you.” Geno kissed her stomach, his tongue delving into her navel before he moved up her body to worship her breasts.
“Please, Geno. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not trying to tease you, love.” He lowered his head, gently sucking her nipples. “I’m making sure you’re ready for me. I am not a small man.”
“I’m ready. I’m not afraid of your size.” She surprised herself with that. Geno wasn’t small, anywhere, but Wynter wasn’t frightened. For once, since Ben died, she wasn’t scared of a man or his size. “Just do it already.”
Wynter wasn’t sure if she said that because deep down, she was afraid and wanted to get it over with or because she was tired of waiting. Either way, the sooner, the better.
“If that is your wish.” Geno reached down and stroked her. Wetting his thick fingers, he gently thrust them inside her, stretching her and building her pleasure once more. The large pad of his thumb stroked over her clit sending jolts of white lightning through her nerve endings until her desire grew so intense, Wynter bucked beneath him, her head thrashing on the bed.
She whimpered when he stopped, but only until he moved over her, his big body, pushing her legs open until his hips rested between her thighs. Placing the large head of his cock against her entrance, he met her gaze.
“Tell me this is what you want, Wynter. It would kill me to discover you have regrets in the morning.”
Wynter pushed herself up onto her elbows and met his worried gaze. “I haven’t had that much wine, Geno. I know what I’m doing, and I could never regret this.”
Geno lowered his head and took her lips in a searing kiss as he slowly pressed his thick length inside her.
“Gods, you’re so tight and hot and wet.” The words came out on a low groan as the tip of his cock touched the entrance to her womb. “I’m afraid to move, for fear this will all end far too soon.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Tell me you’re not a dream.”
“I could say the same to you, Geno.” Wynter pushed at him. “But don’t you need to move or something to complete your mating ritual or whatever?”
“We do.” He slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in a little deeper.
Wynter moaned and bit her bottom lip. She was going to go crazy if he didn’t do something soon. She wanted to feel Geno ramming inside her more than she ever wanted anything before.
He started moving slowly, building a rhythm that Wynter had no trouble matching.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, my takana. Draw me into you as my tiger takes over and brings you to your climax.”
Geno’s natural colors burst forth, his blue skin sporting darker blue stripes. A rope-like tail brushed her, the barbs gently poking and stroking her nipples while every thrust grew deeper.
Wynter drew closer and closer to the edge, her climax just out of reach when the strange spikes on his tail grasped her nipples and squeezed. His cock changed and grew. The barbs he spoke of enlarged, stroking her G-spot and driving her over the edge into an ecstasy she could never have imagined before.
“Geno!”
Gossamer threads connected them, tying them together in such a way that no one could ever tear them apart.
“I love you!” They cried together as a bright spark of light burst between them, and neither knew no more.
Chapter Thirty-four
“WE’LL HAVE TO WAIT until after dark.”
“It’ll be dark in less than an hour.” Reno checked his watch. “We were lucky it didn’t take more time to find the place. Though Dana did a good job.” He glanced up at the recorder and smiled. Good job, little sister.”
“Sister?” Dana squealed like a teenager. “He called me his little sister.”
Ignoring the outburst, Geno studied the printout that the computer had made of the underground lab. “Good job, Dana.” He glanced up at the video recorder. “When we’re through here, we’ll take a trip down into cold storage, and you can choose which body you want.”
“There’s more than one?” She sounded surprised.
“There’s two. I bought another when we took Clyde to Zolon last summer.” He sat back in his seat and took a long drink of his coffee. “I didn’t think it would be fair not to give Sierra the option of leaving Birgit’s car.”
“You bought my car a body?” Birgit ran around the table and hugged him. “I don’t know how to thank you. As much as I like the company sometimes, I do like the solitude of driving alone.”
“I can imagine.” Cen
o raised a brow. “Try making a date when it’s crushing on you.”
Wynter choked on her coffee. “Did you just say that Birgit’s car had a crush on you?”
“Her car, with the sentient computer in it, yes.”
“Oh.” Wynter glanced up at the camera with a frown.
Was she worried that the ship’s computer wanted him?
“Why not let me have the body now?” I could upload a copy of my consciousness into it and keep a wifi connection for updates during the mission. Who knows? You might need someone good with computers, and even you must admit no one would be better at hacking into a fire-walled system than I would.”
“Are you sure you want to put your new body at risk?” Why did he suddenly feel so protective of her now?
“It’s not like you don’t have another in cold storage. Besides, with the amount of money you’ve set me up with, I could easily buy another.” She paused for a moment. “Wait a minute. Is that why you can’t afford to replace me? You put all of your savings into that account for me, didn’t you? I think I might cry.”
“It’s nothing a couple of pounds of raw gold from our mine couldn’t replace,” Sela said as she dabbed at her eyes with her napkin, her usual café au lait skin tinged pink. “I’ve never been so proud to be a part of this family. You’re all so non-discriminatory, you don’t even treat your machines unfairly.”
“I’m hardly just a machine.” Dana groused. “I’m a sophisticated piece of technology. But, I know what you mean. I never thought for a moment that Geno had already seen to my future and that it wouldn’t be one of servitude to others.”
“Can we get back on topic here?” Reno cleared Birgit’s and his dishes from the table and recycled them. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d like to get back to that mountain and take a look at that abandoned amusement park if we can. I say, if the current owners don’t want to fix it up, we should invest in it.”
“I don’t know. It looked kind of rough to me.”
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