by Lynnea Lee
That was kind of sweet. She almost forgave him then. But she remembered the other thing that bothered her. “Rax was innocent in all of this. I asked him to help me.” She didn’t want him to be punished for helping her.
“I will help you, little one. I will look for your sister. I have many contacts, and I have control over much of the planet. I will find her for you.”
“You will?”
“Yes. I know how it is to lose a sibling, too. I was unable to save mine, but I will do my best to save yours.”
Kean had lost someone important to him. Sarah wondered if it was a brother or sister. But Kean didn’t elaborate. By the look on his face, it was a hard thing for him to talk about.
“Thank you, Kean. And, yes, I forgive you.”
“From now on, if you need anything, you come to me.” He held her gaze. “You are mine. And I will always care for what is mine.”
Sarah nodded and leaned across the tiny gap between them to give him a kiss on the cheek.
She’d meant it to be a chaste thank you kiss. But as she withdrew, Kean growled and pulled her lips back to his face. He tilted his head to capture her lips with his. Sarah kissed him back, threading her fingers through his dark hair, which fell loose around his shoulders. She tightened her fingers, and he reacted, moving to cage her body with his. The thick hard bar of his arousal pressed against her thigh.
Sarah gasped and pulled away. “You’re naked!”
Kean chuckled. “This is my bed, and I sleep naked. But you, why are you sleeping fully clothed?”
“I have no sleeping clothes.”
“Then sleep naked with me from now on,” he said with a smirk.
He straddled her hips, and from Sarah’s point of view, his giant cock jutted out impossibly huge from his crotch. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as heat suffused her body. She licked her lips, half from the sudden desire that gripped her and half from nervousness.
Kean grinned down at her, his fangs gleaming white. “You smell good enough to eat.”
The words came out without her permission, “Then why don’t you eat me?”
She couldn’t believe that just came out of her mouth.
“Just a little taste,” Kean whispered.
He looked down at Sarah. She’d gone to bed in the childish dress she wore yesterday. He made a mental note to get her some age-appropriate clothing and something to relax in, though she looked adorable in the dress. The skirt was bunched around her waist, leaving her bare from the waist down. He straddled her naked hips.
Wanting to see her whole body, he gripped the neckline of her dress and tore it down the center with a loud rip. Sarah gasped and instinctively covered her body. Kean took her wrists and forced her hands down to the mattress. “Keep them there, little one. I wish to look upon my female’s body. You will not hide from me.”
Kean admired her form. Living at his compound, Sarah had filled out well. She was still thin, but no longer looked malnourished. He licked his lips and descended on her, burying his face into her throat. She smelled amazing, like his.
She inhaled sharply but didn’t move her hands. Lust poured off her body, driving his need higher. He dragged his fangs down her throat, leaving two pink lines in their wake. Trailing kisses across her chest, he inched towards a pebbled nipple. Sarah arched her back, pushing her small but perfect breasts into his mouth. He captured a nipple and suckled the hardened nub. A small whimper escaped her throat.
Smoothing his hands over her skin, he enjoyed the new curves that were filling out her body now that she was well fed. The dip of her waist and the gentle slope to her hips was mesmerizing, and Kean wanted to memorize her shape forever. His fingers moved over the curve of her ass and squeezed possessively at the rounded flesh.
Shifting his weight, Kean grabbed her thighs and settled his shoulders between her knees. He leaned in, ready to devour her soft petals. Sarah’s knees closed instinctively, pressing against his shoulder, and her hands left the mattress to cover herself shyly.
“No, Sarah.” He gave her inner thigh a light pinch, making her legs jerk. “Do not cover yourself from me. Hands back where they belong.”
“But I’ve never had anyone go down on me before. It’s,” she flushed, even redder, “embarrassing.”
Kean groaned. “Good. Then I will be the first to taste you.” He took her hands and put them back onto the mattress, and they fisted the sheets there.
The scent of her lust called to him, and he buried his face into the source. Sarah rewarded him with a soft moan as he parted her lips and explored her folds with his lips and tongue. She writhed under him as he found her little nub of pleasure and lavished it with attention.
Her hands on the bed moved again. But this time, they threaded through his hair and clutched his scalp almost desperately. It felt good, and it spurred him on. He growled, the vibrations from his chest rumbling up to his mouth.
She reacted with a hissed, “Yes!” She tilted her hips and ground her pussy against his mouth. “More.”
This was the demanding Sarah again, and Kean loved it. Her little hands pushed and pulled at his head as her pleasure built. Kean dipped one thick finger into her channel and lifted his head to watch her reaction. Her eyes were closed, and her lips open as she panted.
“Open your eyes, little one,” Kean demanded. “Look at me.”
He thrust a few more times before adding another finger. With his other hand, he palmed her breast possessively. She cried out. Her eyes were wide open now, looking back at him.
“Do I make you feel good?” He fucked her hard with his fingers, her light body moving up the mattress. She cried out with every breath, the rhythmic sound of surrender.
“Yes!” It was nearly a scream, and her muscles clamped down against his fingers.
Fuck! Kean couldn’t wait anymore. He crawled over her shaking form and lined them up, his broad head at her wet, tight slit.
“Tell me you want me, little one.” He forced her to look into his eyes. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes! Yes. Please.” She tried to push down onto his cock with her body, but he stopped her.
“Please what? Tell me you want me to fuck you. Say it.” The last words came out as a snarl.
“Please fuck me, Kean. Please,” she begged.
It was the most wonderful sound, her begging for him, and Kean obliged. He pushed in, penetrating her tight passage. She was so small, and her channel fisted him so tightly he had to struggle to continue. She whimpered and moaned, tossing her head from side to side. He pulled back out slightly and fucked her in shallow movements, each time pushing in a little deeper until he was seated fully inside her.
Kean wanted to give her time to get used to him, but she rolled her hips desperately.
“Stars! You feel so good. Look at me.”
Soft brown eyes glazed with passion looked back at him behind half-closed lids. Holding her gaze, he moved, fucking her with a demanding rhythm. Her fingers dug into his forearm, leaving little half-moon shaped indents in his flesh, and her screams filled the room.
Chapter 14
Sarah’s world exploded around her in scintillating light as she crested over the edge and tumbled into shuddering ecstasy. She heard a rhythmic screaming in the room and realized it belonged to her. She clung to him, gasping and sobbing from the overpowering sensations.
Above her, Kean rutted like a feral beast. Grunting, snarling, making his own unbridled sounds of pleasure. He fucked her as if he’d been starved of her and was ravenous for her body. She’d never had a lover whose desperate need for her was so plainly on display, and it was the ultimate ego boost.
Kean thrust a few more times, and she couldn’t help but cry out at each movement. Then, with his massive body poised over her, he roared his own release. He ground his pelvis against her, rubbing tight circles on her clit, and she exploded again in a rush of euphoric bliss. His body shook violently as he emp
tied his seed into her body.
“Fuck!” His large form still trembling, he rolled, pulling her on top of him.
Sarah stifled a gasp at the sudden movement. Damn! He was powerful.
A warm hand cradled her head and settled it down onto his chest. They were both slightly sweaty from the exertion, but she didn’t mind. The scent of them and sex mingled together, and it felt calming. She lay there, just listening to the thump-thump, thump-thump of his heart as he rubbed lazy circles on her back with one large palm.
A sharp buzzing broke their perfect haze of intimacy, reminding them the day was still ahead of them. Reluctantly, Kean sat up, bringing her with him. She ended up straddling his lap as he reached for his comm.
“As much as I wish to stay here the whole day with you, I can’t. I need to go.”
“I understand.”
He stood to dress, pulling his casual uniform of black pants and white silky top on quickly. “But I will bring the scents of our shared sex with me today, and everyone will know you are mine.”
All Talleans had an incredible sense of smell, and anyone approaching Kean would know what they had done. It didn’t bother Sarah. If anything, she was glad he would smell of them all day. Kean was powerful and probably highly sought after by females, and the thought of anyone else paying attention to him made her green with jealousy.
She didn’t understand it. She shouldn’t feel possessive of him. Technically, she was still just a slave, and he was her owner by default, though she was starting to have difficulty seeing it that way. Kean had never spoken of a relationship between them beyond that. And besides, he owed the whole freakin’ planet! She was sure that Kean would not give up other women for her.
A lump formed in Sarah’s chest. This was bad. She was already getting attached, and they’d only been in bed once. How was she going to keep her heart from breaking when Kean lost interest in his new toy? She wasn’t worried about being put out of his compound. From what she knew of how he ran things, he would let her stay and live a good life as long as she found a job here. But the thought of watching Kean with his next female conquest made her sick.
“You are unhappy.” Kean watched her as he strapped his weapon to his side.
“No, I’m fine.” Crap. She was horrible at keeping her feelings from showing on her face, and she didn’t want him to know how much he affected her. He had enough power in their relationship already.
Kean walked over, gathered her into his arms, and kissed the top of her head. “I will be back soon, little one. Then I will spend more time with you.”
He thought she was upset because he was leaving. Good. She should keep it that way.
Then he left, and Sarah found herself alone again in the room, with nothing to do.
Sarah sat naked at the table, her only article of clothing sitting at the end of the bed, ripped down the front. She stared at the photo on the screen. A much younger Kean smiled next to another male, a bit older, who looked similar. The smile on his face was genuine and contagious, and Sarah couldn’t help but smile back that the photo. He looked so carefree and different, as if he was another person altogether, but still the same.
She scrolled to the next photo, and again, it was of Kean with the same male. And the next one as well. She scrolled down quickly. The entire album was of the two of them together.
She stopped on a photo of two young boys. Kean was a scrawny child. His fangs were much too big for his face, and he looked awkward and cute. The Kean in the photo looked up admiringly at the other male who was flexing his muscles. Even as children, Tallean males were muscular, though much leaner as they had yet to fill out.
This must be the brother he’d lost. When had it happened? None of the photos look to be taken on Vosthea, so it must have been before his life here. Kean obviously cared a lot about his brother. These photos had been only one click away from the greeting screen. He must look at them often for them to be so easily accessible.
Sarah looked at some of the photos where the two were older. His brother had lost the muscles he had as a kid and looked almost frail. Kean had grown to tower over him. She found one with the older male in civilian clothes and Kean in a uniform, a Dominion uniform. Kean had worked for the Dominion? Then Sarah remembered that Gadrek had said as much in their meeting.
From what she’d learned about the Dominion, those at the top of the food chain were often rewarded, while those at the bottom worked to their deaths as little more than slaves. They believed that the Goddess created the lower ranking to serve those on the top. And they were all devout believers of the Goddess. Or they pretended to be if they wanted to rise to the top. Gadrek had required everyone in his employment to pray to the Goddess four times a day. But he had not done so himself, unless he was being watched, then he’d made a show of it.
The next photo was of Kean standing alone, chest puffed up in his uniform. He was young still, but already full-grown, no longer scrawny but an impressive specimen. He’d grown into the oversized fangs as well. But he was fresh-faced and didn’t have the years of experience lining his forehead. This was a Kean before Vosthea, before Euphora, before the compound. This was a Kean who had never killed before.
And despite what the uniform represented, Sarah had to admire the way he looked in it. Damn, the man cleaned up well! Even at the party, he’d dressed casually, opting for the cool criminal look, which he pulled off so famously.
She got up, stretched, and walked over to the replicator to make herself a drink. Before snooping around on his PPC and looking at his photos, Sarah had been using the language learning program to learn to read the Tallean language. It was useful that Kean had installed a translator onto his PPC, but Sarah knew that she couldn’t rely on that forever.
Kean had added the Tallean to English translator to the food replicator as well. She flipped through the drink option and stopped at the golden, sparkling beverage she’d had at the party, amberberry wine. The description called it light, sweet, and mildly alcoholic, and Sarah had to agree. She’d quite enjoyed it.
But wine? Right after lunch? Well, it wasn’t like she had work or anything; wine after lunch sounded perfect. She laughed to herself. “Watch me turn into some pampered lush! I’ll drink from lunch till dinner and rack up a bill on my husband’s credit card.” She doubted that would happen, but it was fun to imagine.
Food from the replicator was the alien equivalent to the fast food or tv dinner version of real food, so she didn’t expect the wine to be very good, but she was pleasantly surprised. It had a slightly artificial fruitiness but was very palatable.
Curious, she opened the drawers and storage one by one in the kitchen. It seemed Kean didn’t use his kitchen much; the hearth, the Tallean equivalent of a stove, was sparkling clean, and his pantry was not well stocked. Suddenly, she wished that Gadrek had at least put her in the kitchens occasionally so she could learn to cook Tallean dishes and use the appliances. No matter, she could learn now.
Drink in hand, she wandered into the bedroom and checked the wardrobe. One side held various weapons. This morning, Kean had armed himself for his meeting despite being in his own compound and guarded by his security. The south wing where he took his meetings, and where she had snooped on him that day, was heavily guarded compared to the rest of the compound. It must be stressful to always be cautious.
Behind the other door, Kean’s clothes were folded neatly inside. In one corner hung a uniform-like set of formalwear. Some of the males at the party had worn something similar. So Kean did own formalwear; he just chose not to wear it. He was powerful enough to wear whatever the fuck he wanted. Sarah was sure that even if he’d gone naked, the other males would’ve been too terrified to say anything about it.
That reminded Sarah of her state of undress. She needed clothes. And not just repurposed children’s clothes. She took a simple black tank top off his shelf and put it on. It fit like a loose dress, and it showed some serious side boob, but it wou
ld have to do.
Sarah took a sip of her wine and moved over to the side table by the bed. She opened the drawer and found only a few Euphora capsules. She frowned. Did Kean have a habit of using his own wares? He functioned too well and kept his compound running too efficiently to have a Euphora habit. Then again, functional addicts were a thing. But Sarah doubted that was the case.
A beeping sound came from the panel by the bedroom room door. She walked towards it, wondering if she should press the flashing button. She shrugged and went for it. Kean’s face filled the panel’s screen.
“Sarah.” He smiled at her through the screen, reminding her of the photos of him she’d seen earlier.
Sarah smiled back. “How are the meetings?”
“I wish I didn’t have to deal with them. But they’ll be finished soon. As I told you before, I’m not always this busy. I usually have a lot of free time, I promise. The business runs itself now, and these meetings are just to establish control over the new areas. And when they are done, I will spend as much time with you as I can. Are you entertaining yourself?”
Knowing that Kean wanted to spend as much time as he could with her made her giddy, or maybe it was the wine. She couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on her face. “I’m just snooping around your stuff. You can’t hide no secrets from me!”
“Yeah? And what dirty secrets did you find?” He waggled a brow at her. “You already know I love the way you taste.” He licked his lips suggestively, his tongue passing over his fangs, wetting them.
A shiver went through her body, and Sarah squeezed her legs together. “I know you don’t cook much. And I found your clothes. Since you tore my dress, I stole one of your tops.”