“Thank you Iesti. As my mother is fond of saying, I will cross that bridge when I get to it. For now I am going to get some work done, and then we are going to The Watering Hole later.” Moving around the dome, she got lost in her work, making sure that her duties were done. Before she knew it, Iesti was waving her out the door. He had been asked to tell her to meet Marcael at The Watering Hole. All of the men from the training dome were there.
“Thank you Iesti. I would ask if you want to come along but you always have a dinner date with your mate.” Brennae smiled at her friend.
“That is true Brennae.” He smiled back, “That tradition has served me well in all these years with my Fiona. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Good-night.” Brennae called as she headed down the path to The Watering Hole.
“Good-night.” Iesti called as he headed to McPhersonville. He had chosen to live there with his mate because he “liked the sound” of the place.
Brennae hurried along the path, stopping to talk with friends and the occasional sacath blocked her way until she gave it a good head rub. When she finally made it to The Watering Hole, she was easily able to spot Marcael and his friends inside. She had been correct that the white hair would stand out. She worked her way to their table and smiled as they all stood up from their seats.
“Please, sit down.” She waved them back down, “I will try to find a chair to bring over.”
“That will not be necessary.” Marcael stated just before grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to sit on his knee.
Brennae had opened her mouth to protest, and then snapped it shut when she realized that being settled on his muscular thigh wasn’t such a hardship. Waving at Emma, she yelled for her regular choice. Emma brought the cherry tasting drink, along with re-fills for the males since they had been here longer. Brennae was happy to let the conversation flow around her. Frankly, she was paying more attention to the way Marcael’s thigh muscle flexed and hardened when he moved on his seat. She had just finished her water when Marcael stood up and assisted her to her feet.
“Tomorrow then, first thing.” He said his good-byes to his men then grabbed her hand and together they walked toward their domes. As they neared his dome, he slowed. “This is me.” He did not let go of her hand, he just stood there with his fingers rubbing circles against her skin.
“The one with all the flowers next door is me.” Brennae smiled up at him.
“Would you like—?”
“Would you like—?”
Brennae laughed, “You first.”
“Would you like to come —?” Marcael trailed off his sentence.
“I would love to come in.” Brennae waited for him to open the door and together they walked into his living room. Remembering what she had said earlier about making as many memories as possible with Marcael, Brennae knew it was now or never. Marcael went to walk towards his bathroom and Brennae took a deep breath.
“Do you remember what I said earlier about making memories?” He stopped walking and turned back toward her.
She walked to Marcael and softly suggested before he could answer, “Let’s start with dancing.” Moving so that she her arms were around him, chest to chest she stated, “Computer play slow songs...volume at twenty-five percent...play in every room.” The sound of music filled the dome. A slow song like the one she had requested, the soft strains of a guitar and the lead singer’s voice full of sorrow and need.
“Since you might have to go to Earth in three days, and the celebration dance is in four days...well I will have to dance with you now just in case you miss it.” She held him tightly, afraid he would pull back. “Computer, lights to twenty percent.” She sighed when he didn’t pull away or argue. To her delight, he put one arm around her waist and pressed even closer, moving sinuously to the music.
Chapter Twenty One
Marcael knew it was wrong to get close to Brennae when the future was so uncertain. He knew it...but did not care anymore. He was desperate to hold onto something warm and full of life. To that end, he pulled Brennae closer. Following her lead, he wrapped his arms around her and moved to the music.
He did not know how many songs later he felt Brennae’s lips against his chest and the warm brush of her fingers at the back of his vest tugging it down his back. He lifted his arms away from her so that the vest could fall to the floor. His fingers found their way into the loose strands of her hair, while her mouth went back to work trailing kisses along his chest and jaw.
“Brennae.” His grip tightened in her hair, “If you stay with me are you prepared for what that means?” Looking at her plush body straining against his he fought the urge to pick her up and carry her to bed. He needed her to understand that this was not going to be a fleeting affair, and he definitely was not going to share her! He had heard enough of the rules to know that a sexual encounter might not mean the same to her as it would to him.
“What would it mean to you Marcael? Tell me.” Her mouth was making progress along his jaw then moving to gently suck the side of his neck. He noticed she was on her toes trying to reach higher, so he pulled her against him with one arm under her generous butt to hold her up. The other stayed twined in the soft strands of the hair at her neck.
“I will not share you. If you choose to have a physical relationship with me, I have to be the only male you are with.” His eyes flashed to hers, his intense stare holding her captive.
“It seems like I have waited forever to feel an attraction like this. You are the only male I want.” She had used the fact that he was holding her up to her advantage. Wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck she asked, “Is there anything else?” Pulling his head closer, she moved her mouth to his ear to torment him by nibbling on his earlobe. With a shudder, he shook his head and moved toward the bedroom.
Laying Brennae on the bed, he drank in the sight of her glorious hair flowing across the bedding. Her dress had pulled up so that he could see the material of her thong peeking out at the junction of her thighs. She was watching him with passion-lidded eyes.
“Do you have a fondness for that dress?” he asked. His voice came out deep and husky but he did not care. Something had stirred inside of him when she had been propped on his thigh. He had fought the urge to position her to straddle his leg and rub her against him. Now the closeness of dancing, the sweetness of her kisses and that slow melody playing all over his dome, his arousal was waking up again. He suddenly remembered how sweet she would taste and the straining of his shaft in his pants was a reminder that it had been a long time for him.
“Yes it is one of my favorites.” She whispered her eyes going wide.
“Then get it off before I lose control and rip it off.” He whispered back. To his amazement, the little minx did the most amazing thing. She put her hands against the tops of her thighs and his mouth went dry. Lifting the edge with her fingers, she very slowly pulled the material up, inch-by-inch revealing the tanned skin underneath. The gentle curve of her hips was revealed followed by her slightly indented waist. His mouth went from dry to watering when she arched her back off the bed to pull the gown higher to her chest. He barely noted the scrap of material covering her sex, then returned his focus to her chest. He fisted his hands at his sides, waiting for her perfect breasts to be revealed. When the material made it to the peaks of her nipples, it stuck for one second then they sprang loose. With one last tug, the dress was over her head and thrown away.
“Your turn I think.” She gave him a wicked smile and sat up to watch. He was about to break the seam of his pants from her strip tease when she licked her lips. His shaft answered with a jolt and he knew he had better get moving or he would have a release without even touching Brennae.
Bending over so she got a good view of his ass cheeks, he released the fastening of his boots. He laughed when she gave each cheek a hard smack. He used his feet to get his boots off while his hands undid the clasps on his pants. Hooking his thumbs in the back, he slow
ly pulled until the pants were at the tops of his thighs. He heard Brennae sigh softly and shifted to the side. When she saw his erection peeking out of his pants she gasped.
“How is this going to work, I didn’t know they got that big!” She had lost the teasing in her voice and blushing furiously she added, “I mean...I’ve been exposed to animal husbandry at the sorrem holding, and with sacath running around it’s not like I don’t know the logistics. I’ve just never seen any of the males in Terraneu looking like that.” She pointed at his erection and Marcael responded to the uncertainty in her voice.
That she had not seen an aroused male took the edge off his desire, he knew she had not had sex. The innocent passion in her kisses was enough to tell him that. That she had not even experimented enough to have seen a naked male was surprising. She had taken the fifth about being in the sex pod at the swimming pond, so she had to have experienced something. It made him full of pride that Brennae had not felt this way with another male. Turning fully around he let the pants fall to his knees. Stepping up to the bed, he pulled Brennae to the edge. His hard thighs forced her knees wider until he had pulled her against his stomach. His shaft wedged between them, throbbing and hard from excitement. The only thing between him and what he wanted most was her thin piece of underwear.
“I cannot promise there will not be pain.” Marcael groaned when she shifted her hips against him, “But I can promise there will be pleasure.” Taking her head between his hands, he kissed her with all the passion he was feeling. His lips moved against hers begging for some response. He was glad when she did not hold back. She opened her mouth to receive his searching tongue. Taking things slowly he pulled her thong down her hips and when she lifted her bottom off the bed he got them past her knees where they fell off and hit the floor.
Ending their kiss Marcael gently pushed her onto her back then leaned over her to trail kisses along her neck to her collarbone then further down to her breasts. Nipping and sucking at first one nipple then the other he lavished attention on both peaks. When she gripped his head in her hands and her fingernails lightly scraped his scalp he figured it was time to move on. Taking a random path down her stomach, he paused to press a hot kiss to her belly button. Looking up her body, he saw that she was watching him with heavy eyes. Her mouth parted slightly and breathing heavy. She was the most arousing partner he had ever had and he wanted her to enjoy their lovemaking as much as he was.
Blowing his breath against her moist heat he saw her eyes widened then slanted closed. “Keep your eyes on me.” Marcael blew another puff of air and saw gooseflesh rise on her skin. “Watch me.” Before she could protest or make any move to block him, he fastened his mouth over her warm flesh. She let out a sharp groan and he increased the pressure of his tongue. Rubbing over her slick flesh, he waited until she started to move against him before adding a finger to his sweet torture. He knew that his erection was larger than a finger, and she was going to have to adjust. Adding a second finger when she had slicked down the first, he moved them in and out, mimicking sex. When he felt her movements were frenzied and she was close to release, he kicked his pants off and moved over her. Bracing himself on his forearms, he placed the tip of his shaft against her wetness. Pushing ever so slowly he soaked the tip of his arousal then pulled back. He repeated the process repeatedly, only working the tip into her, his body straining for control.
“Oh.” Brennae sighed, “That feels good.” She was running her hands along his back and hips. Her bottom lifted a little and Marcael groaned.
“Not too much...” he was concentrating hard, sweat filming his brow, “I do not wish to hurt you.”
Brennae just groaned again, “It’s okay, I trust you.” Her hips lifted again just as he was pushing forward and it was his turn to groan. He had gone a couple of inches deeper this time and she was killing him. Her walls were squeezing him like a glove, the heat and wetness calling for him to go deeper.
“Did that hurt?” He asked quickly, worried he was causing her pain.
“Marcael stop teasing.” She grabbed his hips and when he flexed forward this time she met his thrust and he was pulled deeper again. She had taken about half of him and he was losing the battle to go slowly.
“I am determined to make this good for you.” He kissed her before she could argue. Pulling back then thrusting forward he was able to sink another inch. Deeper and deeper he sank his length. She was actively participating in their kiss, and when he thrust, she would lift her hips to meet him. Her fingernails were digging into his back and he broke the kiss to look into her face.
“Okay, that stings.” She was panting slightly, “Is that all of you?”
He arched his stomach to look between them. “Almost.” Looking into her eyes, he pulled back and then pressed slowly until he was as deep as he could go. “You have all of me.” Holding still so she could adjust to the feeling, he moved his mouth lazily on her breasts. “Tell me when you want me to move again.” He played with the taunt peaks, his teeth nipping lightly. He was not surprised when her body squeezed him with each nip. She was adjusting to him buried to the hilt in her warmth, now he just needed her to enjoy some movement. Kissing her feverishly, he hoped she was feeling some pleasure.
Arching her hips she sighed, “I think you can move now.”
“Tell me to stop if it hurts.” Marcael was straining against the instinct to pound away at her welcoming flesh until he could not move anymore. Gently flexing his hips he moved against her until she was meeting his thrusts. When he felt she could handle it he pulled further back and pushed into her again. She was still moving under him, so the pain must be subsiding. Using his whole body, he got into the serious business of making love to Brennae as he wanted to. Rubbing his chest against her breasts, he flexed his stomach and hips. When he felt her knees move wider apart and her heels dig into the back of his thighs he knew he would not last much longer.
Kissing her with a final desperation, his hips flexing madly against her Marcael felt his balls tighten. Suddenly she dug her nails into his back. He groaned and let himself find his release. Her arms and legs were at his sides clutching tightly when he collapsed, he just had enough sense to roll to his side so he would not land on her.
When they were able to catch their breath he groaned, “I am so sorry Brennae. I was not thinking.” He was such an idiot. What if he had gotten her pregnant?
“Marcael, what’s wrong?” Brennae asked softly, “Did I do it wrong?” Her voice sounded hurt.
“Gods no Brennae, if you were any better I would die from it.” Marcael hurried to reassure her. “I am just worried that I could have gotten you pregnant.”
He was nonplussed when she started laughing. He was not sure what to make of that response. Should he be worried about his virility? Trying not to sound offended he asked Brennae, “What is so funny?”
She worked her finger around one of his nipples, as she answered, “You can’t get me pregnant. The change makes you sterile until the council approves a reversal of the procedure.” She used her fingernail to scratch lightly at this chest and other nipple, “We have as long as we want together as a couple, mated or otherwise to decide on when to have children.”
Marcael leaned up on his elbow. “You know what it meant to stay the night with me Brennae. I will not be dating other women. I ask only that regardless of the rules, you do not date other men. Regarding asking for mate status I just ask that we wait and see what happens on Antilles before making any declarations.”
“There are no other men for me either Marcael.” She whispered, “We can talk about mate status another time if that is what you want. My feelings for you won’t change.”
He held her tenderly against him. His thoughts were everywhere as he tried to fall asleep. Only one thing was certain, he would do whatever he could to make her happy.
Chapter Twenty Two
Brennae woke up and smiled sleepily to herself. Then she stretched and couldn’t stop the groan that escaped her li
ps. She knew she was going to be sore, and she had been expecting some tenderness between her legs. What she hadn’t been counting on was the tightness in her muscles. Laughing softly over her sorry state she let out a gasp when she was suddenly pulled over to lie on Marcael’s chest.
“Good morning.” He was rubbing circles into her back, working out the kinks along her spine and shoulders.
“Good morning.” She kissed his chin and squealed when he massaged a particularly sore spot on her backside. “I used muscles last night I didn’t even know I had!”
“Well I did warn you we should have stopped after the first time.” He was looking smugly satisfied with himself, “You were the one who insisted that you were not too sore for round two.”
“Rub it in why don’t you?” She groaned again, when he worked her back muscles a bit harder with his fingers. “Not like that.” She groaned, “It is a figure of speech. I was saying that you shouldn’t be teasing me this morning since I am so sore!”
He immediately stopped and looked at her with concern, “Are you going to be okay?”
She hugged him tightly and reassured him that she was fine, “As impressive as you are...” her fingers found him and gave a squeeze, “I think I’ll survive.”
Rolling her under him he grinned at her evilly, “In that case you must be up for more of my ‘impressive’ lovemaking?” He wiggled against her suggestively.
Brennae started laughing, “Get off...” she tickled him under the armpits and he started laughing and rolled off her quickly.
“Mercy!” He held up his hands in surrender, “I surrender.” Taking her arms, he pulled her to the edge of the bed. “We need to get showered and ready. I am meeting my men in the park after I get the information I need from the council.” He carried her is his arms as he talked, her weight seeming insignificant to him. “The shower should help your sore muscles too.” He put her down in the bathroom and gave her backside a playful smack. Laughing she hurried to get them both something to drink. He needed to get as much sun and water in the next couple of days as possible.
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