I wonder if she’d allow me to chase her? To prove to her that getting close to the mating madness is a sign that I’m a strong, patient male who’s willing to risk everything to prove she’s my Lahtva. My cock springs to life at the thought.
Chapter Eight
Rena
A stifled yawn escapes my mouth as I wake. My mouth is bone dry, so I attempt to draw the moisture back in by sucking on my tongue. I sit up with blinking eyes trying to adjust to the dark tones of the small, wooden shack I’m in. Nervously, I pat myself down. Still dressed. Good, at least I know that Aarvik isn’t the type to take advantage of women. There’s plenty of males on this planet who wouldn’t have shown me the same courtesy that I deserve. That everyone deserves.
My hands fiddle with the soft fabric surrounding my body. I look down at the furs and can’t help but wonder how such a hardened planet as Delarou Valdani could be the home to such soft creatures. An earthy scent of pine wafts through the room, it seems to be coming from the walls. I pull myself from the luxuriously soft bedding and get to my feet and take a step closer to inspect the walls further. Yup, just like the coniferous trees from home that keep well through the winter. I can’t help but pretend that I’m in a log cabin made from pine trees during the winter season, waiting for a lover to finish his last shift before the holidays.
I shift on my feet examining the room, the floorboards groan under my weight. The room is rather meager. A few candles line the walls, some unlabeled boxes in one corner with clothes nearly stacked next to it, and of course, the pile of furs I woke up in. There’s not much here, and I can’t help but feel a stab of pain in my heart. If Sabis-si is to be believed, Aarvik has been on this planet for much longer than I have, and yet he has much less to show for it. To be so isolated, living in such a minimalistic way…why?
Rustling from outside draws my attention. I sneak up to the only door of his humble abode and peek outside. A fire crackles to life and forces the night to retreat slightly. Someone is kneeled down tending to the banked fire. I take it that’s Aarvik, so I take a step outside, the soft earth beneath my feet has a slight bounce to it, like moss. Where are my shoes? My eyes dart back inside. There, neatly stacked against the wall on the floor. Whatever, the soil won’t kill me.
“You’re awake.” His voice is deep, saturated with rich but almost growly undertones, easily missed if one wasn’t paying attention. He pokes a branch in the fire to stir the flames.
“And he speaks.” The sarcasm is apparent in my casual tone, but I’m not sure if he’s one of those species that can’t discern the difference. I shouldn’t test the beast inside of him I know exists. I’m not sure what he plans with me, but I’m eager to find out. I step around the fire, taking a seat on a log across from him.
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” He looks up, eyes capturing mine in a challenge.
“Not last night when you stole me away to bring me here.” I quip back, gesturing with a hand to the area around me. Two can play this thrilling game. “What words had you then?”
“I was…distracted.” He glances away. Reaching into a sack he pulls out fresh meat, which he then skewers on a branch, and hands it to me before making one for himself.
He is…feeding me? I reach out and take the skewer from him, the warmth of his hands glide against mine. My breath hitches. Startled from the sparkling and tantalizing heat pooling in my core. I wasn’t expecting that nor was I expecting him to care for my needs. The idea that this massive stranger before me is putting me first makes my cheeks redden like a shy schoolgirl who just got her first kiss.
I’m not sure what animal this meat is from, but it cooks rather fast. The charred meat permeates the air and my mouth salivates. I pull the skewer back and give it a second to cool off.
“Why am I here?”
“Why did you leap into my arms?”
Why indeed…maybe because for reasons unknown to me, I just can’t stop imagining doing naughty things with you? Maybe it was because I was scared to lose my chance to figure out why I can’t stop thinking about you? Perhaps I wanted something exciting and not the arduous task of moving from one place to another just surviving. Of course, I don’t tell him these things. That would only make me seem desperate, and while that may be true, he doesn’t need to know.
“Why did you kiss me?” I take a bite into the meat, ignoring his question. Flavour bursts across my tongue. I think of the modifications my father made to our Christmas dinners. “Damn this almost tastes like a roasted BBQ turkey.” I shove another few bites into my mouth.
“Were you not planning to kiss me yourself?” He pierces me with another challenging stare.
I practically choke on the food in my mouth, and I cough. It takes a few moments to catch my breath. His question catches me completely off guard. Was I that obvious? Okay…so I guess why else would someone hop into the arms of another. Subtlety is definitely not my strong suit.
I raise my eyebrows questionably in the hopes of throwing him off guard. “I’ve no idea what you mean, and to be clear, that’s not an answer to my question.”
In one swift movement Aarvik is on his feet stalking towards me like I’m his prey. I jump up to my feet in surprise. We walk circles around the fire on opposite sides from one another.
I trip and lose my footing for just a moment, and in an instant he’s at my side ready to catch me should I have fallen. Is it strange that every moment that passes by he appears more and more attractive?
“I don’t need a man to catch me.” My lie isn’t exactly a lie. I may not need a man to catch me, but I do need a certain Daltakeu to catch me.
He stalks forward and I inch back. I want him to catch me. This game we play has me excited, and by the looks from his dark and brooding face, he enjoys the chase just as much as I do.
“I am no man, female. You’d be better off to not forget.” His threat hints at a promise of passion and pleasure. There’s no mistaking the deep and arousing tone for anything else.
I’m too preoccupied by his chase to have realized I’m at the end of the line when my back hits the pine lodging behind me. Damn. I wish I had paid more attention to my surroundings, he caught me far too easily.
He comes right up in front of me, pressing his hard chest against mine and places two hands beside my head, above my shoulders. I’m trapped like a prey, except this prey wants to be ravaged by the beast that chases her. Naughty thoughts whip around in my mind as I imagine all the things I want to do to this handsome alien. If only he’d place his hands on me.
He growls, leaning his face into the crook of my neck. His breath fans my right shoulder, tickling me in all the right ways. Arousal flares wild like the fire only a few paces away from my feet, I clench my pulsing core in response, but this only seems to make things worse. His breath accelerates like whitewater river rapids, dangerous and alluring to those who seek adventure and possibly death.
“What is happening?”
“Only what’s meant to.” He reaches in for a kiss, but I turn my head to the side evading his lips as he evades my question, but instead of halting his pursuit, he licks the side of my exposed neck.
“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” I gently push him away, but he’s far too strong. His body is hard as stone and ever harder still as he refuses to move.
“You’re mine, Lahtva.”
I’m instantly brought out of the moment. The fuck he just call me? If he can’t even say my name, there’s no way in hell I’ll allow this to proceed further. “I belong to no one. Especially to those who call me by another woman’s name.” I lift my chin in defiance.
He chuckles. The sound of it is both irritating and soothing at the same time. Damn him. I lift my knee to knock him in the groin, but he sidesteps and uses his own to widen my stance, placing a leg between mine encroaching on my most intimate of places.
“Well since you know mine, it’s only fair I should know yours.” His tantalizingly slow licks attacking my neck is distracting, especi
ally when his sharp fangs scrap my sensitive skin.
Too distracting, letting my guard down just enough for me to give him my name. “Rena,” damn him, he makes seducing me seem like easy work, “...but don’t think your ministrations are a good enough distraction to make me forget you just called me another woman’s name.”
“Rena.” His tongue dips out to lick his lips as if to savor the taste of my name in his mouth. “A fitting name for a royal queen.”
Huh?
His lip curls into a smirk, smoldering and knowing eyes pierce me. “Your mine, Rena. I will have all of you and nothing less, my Lahtva.”
There’s that name again. A growl escapes my lips, a sound I didn’t even realize I could even make, but none-the-less there it is, ruining the deep and sexy way he pronounces my name.
“My name’s Rena not Lahtva.” I snarl at him.
He chuckles again. “Lahtva means mate.”
Mate?
He scoops me up into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist as he passes through the door of his dwelling. The candles still burn bright, just enough of their flickering light for me to see what’s going on. Dots dance around the wood panel walls and low ceiling, catching my attention until it becomes obvious that it’s just the light flickering off his luminescent scales. He lowers me to his furs, nudging between my legs.
I sit up, bearing weight on my elbows. “What do you mean mate?” I ask him, but he pushes me back down with the weight of a fevered kiss. The question slips from my mind as his hot mouth attacks me. He tastes like mint and fresh pineapple and I can’t get enough, so I force my tongue to delve deeper.
My hands race along the expanse of his chest up towards the robe that is securely tied around his neck. Between nips and licks and occasional suckle of his tongue, I rush to remove this damn clothing to reveal more of his alien body. His hands slink around mine helping me to pull the strangely tied knots loose until the entire thing slides down his side to the floor next to us.
“Much better.” I trace down the sides of his shoulders and parts of his back. “Are you covered in scales everywhere?” My question is wholly innocent, but of course, I’m thinking of what is hidden beneath his pants.
He cocks an eyebrow, or rather dark scales in place of eyebrows. “Impatient, are we? Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough.” His hand runs up my thigh, slipping beneath the hem of my dress, suggestively running a finger along the front of my panties. “I shall taste you here.”
I reach down to wriggle out of my slick sodden panties, but he grabs my hands and arranges them above my hand, holding them in place. His other hand curls around the sides of my underwear. I lift my hips giving him access to quickly pull down the thin fabric that separates his mouth from my pussy. My jaw drops open as I watch him flick his wrist, flinging my panties across the room.
“You won’t be needing those now.”
I let my thighs fall open as he pushes the hem of my dress upwards, where it pools around my belly. His fingers inch towards my center, parting the seam of my lips. His eyes blaze with lust while he leans down taking a deep breath along the way.
“You smell divine.”
I gasp. His textured tongue runs along the base of my pussy to my clit. “That feels way too good.” My back arches reflexively as I wiggle my hands out of his grasp. I reach up to hold onto the horns growing from the sides of his temples, needing something to grip on to. The pleasure of his mouth almost too intense to bear as he nips and licks my tender flesh. It’s been far too long since I’ve last had someone feast on me like this. Scrap that. I’ve never had anyone feast on me like this. I push my hips harder against his face, and use one leg to wrap around his neck, securing him in my new favourite position. “I’m going to cum.”
He picks up the pace, swirling his tongue around my swollen clit, then switches back to dipping his tongue inside me as if he were fucking me. I feel the beginning of my release, juices flowing from my center.
“I can’t get enough.” He growls. His tongue working twice as hard as a moment ago.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg as he brings me to the edge.
“Never.”
“Right there. Just. Don’t. Stop.” My body freezes mid arch as my orgasm crashes through my body. “Oh! Aarvik!” Slick drips from my core where he eagerly laps it up. I lay there with a content smile on my face. I really needed that, but I also needed the intimacy that came along with it.
“You look beautiful, my Lahtva.” He flashes his teeth in a grin.
Wow. The way his face lights up when he smiles is enough to make me swoon. He’s rather handsome, even with the slight distortion of his crooked, but flat nose, and hairless face. The lighting hits him in all the right ways as I analyze him further. Purple and blue scales are in place of skin, and he has gray coiled horns. He’s rather monstrous, but also beautiful.
“What do you mean mates?” I ask him rather lazily, too tired to sit up.
Chapter Nine
Aarvik
The thrill of taking the first step of our bond courses through my veins. I never expected for her to let me chase her, and while it wasn’t a fully-fledged mating chase, it was still enough to excite my blood. Stalking her like prey around the fire until I cornered her against my hut. She is beyond exceptional. Her scent intoxicating, but her taste of her sweet cunt on my lips even more so. It was like biting into my own personal honey fruit, except without the teeth. It’s as if she was tailored just for my liking.
I think of the ancestors and their declaration of their blessing. I’m starting to feel less empty, like my mate is filling a void brought on by the death of my people and destruction of my home. The need to finish our mating fills me to the brink and I look down at her expectant eyes.
“You are my mate, Rena. I knew it the moment your scent hit the air in that vile bar as you leapt into my arms. We are meant to be together.” My fingers curl around a strand of her brown hair that strays from her face.
It’s incredible soft unlike the coarse hairs on my head. Males typically shave theirs while our females tend to wrap and weave theirs with foliage and flowers, masking their beauty until their mating night.
“None of this makes sense, but I guess it doesn’t have to.” She cups my face in her hands, her eyes appear soft and almost glazed as if lost in her own thoughts. Her posture shifts, relaxing further.
“What do you mean?”
“I saw you many months back. I couldn’t get you out of my head. It’s why I was there last night… so I could find you.” She blushes and shrugs her shoulders in a shy attempt to hide her embarrassment.
“I had no idea. All I knew was that the ancestors demanded my presence here. It wasn’t until recently that they revealed their true intentions. Seems like it was meant to be.” I lean down to steal a kiss from her lips. Her body is soft, where mine is hard. She has skin, where I have scales. The differences between us are vast, but there’s no one else I’d rather have. The ancestors were right to lead me here.
“What now?” she asks.
“I will have you in full, my Lahtva.”
She blushes, something a female Daltakeu cannot do. Our scales do not change colour, and it pleases me that I have such a mate whom I can read so easily with the coloring of her skin.
She reaches up and helps me undo the ties of my pants, until they fall to my feet and I kick out of them. Her hands slide to my cock, jutting out from my groin in a proud display.
“You’re so large. What are these supposed to be?” She points to my duzla, the small tendrils at the base of my cock that have wrapped around her fingers in an attempt to seal her to my throbbing member.
The feeling is indescribable. “They are merely for pleasuring the inside of a female, but they seem to have taken a liking to you.” I growl appreciatively.
“You like this?” she asks as she tentatively licks my cock, sweet and slowly, swirling her smooth tongue around and around before she takes me into her mouth and bobs her head
up and down repeatedly.
I groan. My hips surge forward seeking the heat of her mouth. “I do like this,” I hiss out. My feet stumble backwards. I almost lose my footing, lost in the distraction of her pleasuring treatment. “I can’t…hold on…much longer.”
She comes to a halt, ending her sucking with a loud pop as my cock escapes her mouth. I snarl and she grins, teasing me by withholding the bliss on an orgasm.
“You would deny me?” I gasp in shock.
“Maybe.” The twinkle in her eyes is playful.
She’s amused?
Snarling, I reach under her belly and flip her over onto her stomach pulling her up by her hips. I line myself up at her slick entrance while she groans. “Let’s see who denies who now.”
She grounds her hips backwards, but I dip away preventing her the pleasure she seeks, denying her the cock she so desperately craves.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what, my Lahtva?” I reach around to tease her hard nipples with my fingers.
“Fucking make love to me Aarvik,” she whines, grinding her hips back again.
The sound of my name on her lips drives me wild, and this time I don’t dip away. Her slick cunt slides against my cock, and I reach down to line myself up before thrusting in. It’s tight. Incredibly tight, and I worry that I may be too big for her.
“Don’t pull out.” She pushes back against me. “I need this, I need you.”
I lose control of my senses as I grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and dip down for a kiss. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I thrust deeper into her giving body, meeting the desperate momentum of my mate’s hips.
My hearts thrum in my chest, joining with her like this sparks a need I never knew I desired. A need to breed my mate and start a family of my own.
“The duzla…so good,” she cries out.
I can feel the small tendrils rubbing against her insides, searching for the secretive nerves that only exists inside the tight channel of females. It doubles my pleasure knowing how much she’s enjoying my touch. I grab hold of her stomach, pressing her back against my chest so I have access to her neck. My hands explore her body.
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