He pulled her hips up, and she slipped in a little deeper. Her eyes practically rolled back into her head.
He smiled, his fangs flashing bright white.
He captured a nipple between his teeth and bit down, scoring her flesh. She moaned louder. A new current of pleasure flashed straight to her pussy. He continued to pump inside of her. She dug her fingers into his skin, her nails digging deep.
His hand went to her throat again, holding tight. She could still breathe, but just barely. The edginess increased her pleasure. The domination, the possession. Fuck, she adored it. He crushed his lips on hers, fucking her while he kept that hand at her throat and his tongue in her mouth.
The orgasm was right there, lurking just out of reach. She just needed a little more…
He reached down between their bodies “Come for me,” he hissed. “I want to watch and feel you come on my cock.”
His hand left her throat and moved down her chest and stomach and delved into the point where their bodies jointed. His fingers stroked her clit, rubbing in exactly the right spot. Her breath flashed in and out of her chest. Close, so close. He continued to hammer inside of her. She ground against him, trying to get as close as possible. Then her world went blurry, the force of the orgasm blowing through her. He rode her relentlessly.
“I’m coming,” she gasped.
“That’s it. That’s it,” he rasped, holding her tight with both arms.
He thrust one last time and held still, his harsh breath in her ear as his cock throbbed inside of her, his cum releasing, warm and wet.
Chapter Seven
After their most recent bout of crazy, hungry lovemaking (at least she liked to think it was lovemaking) Kayzon swept her up into his arms and carried her to the shower, or the “cleansing unit,” as he called it.
She tried not to think too much about the fact that he’d wanted to leave her alone to make her decision and instead focused on the fact that in reality he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her.
She hoped he continued to not be able to resist his own urges, because all she really wanted was to stay in his bunk and make love to him day and night. Maybe some breaks for nourishment and bathroom runs, and yeah, back to the love making.
She looked closely at the cleansing unit he was carrying her to—the glass walls and the buttons with as many options as the toilet had. She still couldn’t believe the majesty of this small bathing unit. There was nothing to compare it with in Singapore. The unit in Kayzon’s ship was probably nicer than the one the President of New Earth used.
Kia watched as her husband stripped out of his boots, tunic and trousers. She watched it all, not missing a single glorious movement. The beefy ass. The veins on his rugged forearms. The additional silvery scars that crossed over his chest. He stood up and stared down at her.
She was naked before him, exposed in a way she hadn’t been before in her whole life. Last night she was still half dressed and it was dark. Earlier, in his quarters, there’d been the safety of the sheet and then their bodies smashed together in passion. She’d never stood openly naked in front of any man, letting him examine every detail of her body. It was weird. A wave of self-consciousness swept through her, and she started to cover her small chest with her arms.
“Don’t,” Kayzon objected. One clawed hand reached forward and engulfed her breast; his other gripped her hip. His right palm moved possessively down her body. He reached behind and grabbed her ass, lifting her on her toes and pressing her stomach against his hardening shaft. A soft growl emanated from his chest.
Oh wow. Her knees went weak.
He pulled her into the shower with him and washed her gently, refusing to let her clean herself. This was fine because it was easier to gawk at all seven feet of towering muscled warrior. She was so grateful that he’d chilled on the whole being-by-himself-while-waiting-for-her-decision-on-the-review thing. Sitting in his quarters alone for the rest of the day and night, brooding over what decision to make when she was pretty darn sure she was going to choose to stay with him anyway…well, it sounded like torture.
Water tripped down the ridges of his forehead and sluiced through the scar that slashed down his face. His ghostly white cybernetic eye stared at her unerringly, without an eyelid to mute the glow.
She reached up to trace his cheek. His body stiffened. Claws snapped around her wrist and held her in a steely grip. His eyes searched her face. Eventually, he let go, and she continued her course, letting her fingers gently touch the scarred area. Curious, she noticed there wasn’t any stubble along his jaw or over his lips. He only had hair on his head, which when dry formed neat, shiny rows of brown-gold symmetry.
Her fingers gently stroked the area around his scar and that glowing eye. “So you can’t ever upgrade to the most recent model, so that it won’t look…cybernetic?” she asked.
“No, never,” he answered in that deep, rumbly voice she loved. “The latest models are made to look exactly like the owner’s original eye. I can afford and easily obtain this operation, but the outdated model I was given permanently syncs with the user’s brain. I can never upgrade. It is impossible to disconnect this cybernetic eye from my brain stem without permanent damage that would result in death.
She crinkled her nose. “That sucks.”
“I agree.”
She continued to gently stroke his face. He sighed and closed his eye, leaning into her. His ridges made his “eyebrows” more pronounced, his hazel eye darker and his countenance grim. But his lips were perfectly formed, with a bit of sexy fang peeking out, and his whole face was actually very…
“You’re handsome,” she murmured.
His eye flicked open. His jaw clenched. Anger flashed in the one dark orb. “I scare small offspring. Beings scream at the sight of my features. On missions I usually keep my helmet closed to cover my deformities.”
She swallowed against the lump in her throat. “You’re handsome,” she repeated firmly.
She took deep breaths, trying not to think of the unfairness of how he’d been treated. He was a good man and it pissed her off to think of him being tormented for an exterior he had no ability to control. Her whole life she’d hidden her real self, trying to fit in and not stand out. And all he did was stand out. She shivered thinking of how cruel humans could be about anything different within their own species. She could imagine how his species treated him.
Kia continued to touch, to explore. She moved beyond his face. The cleaning unit continued to spray down water, making him slick and impossibly gorgeous. His skin was darker than any human she’d ever met, and so beautiful. His shoulders were wide enough to block the sun. Her fingers trailed across the bumps of his washboard abs. His cock tapped at her, begging for attention. And, well, giving Kayzon’s cock attention was no hardship.
She grinned, and before she could lose her nerve, she dropped to her knees in the shower. The water rained down his back, leaving her a relatively dry space to do her work.
“Kia,” he growled.
The doubt on his face turned to dark passion the moment she grabbed his cock. She wrapped her fingers around every throbbing inch, her fingers unable to meet all the way around his thick shaft.
His breath hitched.
In actuality, she had no freaking idea what she was doing. She’d heard girls talking of blow jobs, knew they happened and what they were, but she’d never given one in her life. But she was certain Kayzon had never experienced one either. She licked her lips, her heart racing with excitement. She had to believe enthusiasm would count for a lot in this situation.
All that powerful muscle and wet, male skin made her head spin. To be truthful, she’d been thinking naughty thoughts of his gorgeous ridged cock, and of licking those edges with her tongue, since the moment she saw him naked in the moonlight on the banks of that river.
His hips flexed as she began to pull on the length of his shaft, feeling with her thumb the small ridges that gave her so much enjoyment. They started
off small at the base and became slightly bigger and more pronounced just below the crown. The texture was incredible. His cock seemed to have been fashioned explicitly for her pleasure. Cum beaded at his slit and began to slide down the head. It trailed onto the top of her fingers, the back of her wrist. Her mouth watered.
She licked her lips again, eager to taste him. He moaned above her as she guided the tip of his shaft into her mouth. She lavished it with wet caresses and began to suck hard.
“Take more of me,” he growled.
She obeyed, lifting her chin and widening her lips. His fingers threaded through her hair, holding her head steady as he pumped into her mouth, meeting her halfway. Her pussy became impossibly wetter at the slight pricks of pain and the domination and power in his voice. She took as much of him as she could, bobbing her head to the sweep of his push and withdrawal.
“Harder. I love fucking your tight mouth,” he groaned.
Kayzon was a quiet warrior. But wow, she was learning he was a male who liked to talk dirty.
His hips sped up, and she did her best to hold on and stay with him. She tightened her hold on his slick shaft, pulling as he’d asked, and sucking as hard as her mouth would allow, focused on giving this to him. His abs and his thighs trembled as he jerked in a rough rhythm.
He looked down. “Do you want my seed?”
She answered him by continuing to suck harder. His threw his head back and roared as his release spurted hot in her mouth. His cock pulsed and she swallowed all of it, and it was a lot.
He bent and lifted her up as if she were light as a feather, stepped forward and braced her against the wall of the shower. He pushed two of his claws into her pussy. Then he began plunging them in, pumping and hitting a spot that was about to bring her to instant orgasm.
She grabbed on to his biceps, digging her nails into his skin. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
It was winding, tighter and tighter. He bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth, biting down on the bud. And then it burst. And she screamed out the pleasure that was hitting her in waves.
He touched his forehead against hers. “I can’t keep my claws off of you,” he admitted.
Knowing that she did this, she had the power to make this enormous, powerful warrior come undone…she grinned. “No worries. I can’t keep my hands off of you either.”
His ridges moved up, making him look surprised. She grabbed on to his ginormous biceps and leaned in, giving him a passionate but loving kiss, trying her best to tell him, to convince him that she thought he was the one. The man she wanted to stay with forever.
She just had to convince him. Somehow.
Wrapped his arm around her waist, drew her close to his side and pressed a button. A torrent of wind blew her hair dry. She let out a squeak of surprise. Kayzon smiled indulgently. When she looked in the mirror she saw that her straight, black, shoulder-length hair ended up shiny like a Xylan’s, but still smooth, without the curls. It was nice. It took her forever to get her hair like that at home and it never seemed to stay all that smooth. She touched her hair, loving this new look, and especially loving the fact that it took no time at all to accomplish.
He left her in the bathroom alone so she could use the fancy toilet again. This time she chose a waft of air freshener and a round of Xylan war chants.
She walked out of the bathroom, still laughing over what Xylans considered to be “music.” It was hilarious.
Kayzon handed her another blue tunic, like the one she’d worn in the holo deck, and a pair of soft pull-on pants. The clothes were again softer and lighter and more vibrant than anything she’d ever seen on New Earth.
“I have a very simple clothing fabrication unit here on the ship. This is all it is programmed to make.”
She smiled at him. “No worries. This is nice. Thank you.” Because really, it was. It was really, really baggy, and the pants were crazy long. She had to roll the waist a few times and the legs many times, but it worked okay. Then she tugged on the boots that had also been provided and she felt like a person again.
He pulled out a similar outfit for himself from a drawer and started dressing. It was sad to see that amazing physique covered.
“You are very thin,” he observed as he dressed.
She sighed, disappointed to hear this from him, too. All her life she’d been that thin, tiny girl with all the hair and that gap between her two front teeth.
“You are strong, fit,” he explained. “But I can see your bones too easily through your fragile human skin. I saw many other humans who were not this thin. I know this is not normal for humans. Why are you this way?”
“I’ve always been like this,” she shrugged. “And, well, I’m busy. I work hard, there’s not much time to eat.” And it was true that she often snuck her portion at morning and evening meals to Harmony. “And lately there’s a limited amount of currency and four mouths to feed at home,” she admitted. Kia knew her mother often did the same for her youngest daughter. Between the two of them, Kia and her mother had a silent system worked out where Janet and Harmony received extra. It was true she was probably smaller than normal.
Her new husband looked deep into her eyes and frowned. Suddenly he was up. He strode over to a sleek, square machine mounted in the wall.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“The food dispenser,” he answered absently as he started tapping on the controls.
“A what?” she gasped. No way. He didn’t just say—
“Food dispenser,” he repeated as he touched the screen at the side, inputting information. “You need nourishment. I will feed you.”
She bit her lip, and her eyes watered. She kept quiet, trying not to cry. She’d heard of food dispensers, seen them on vid shows on the black-market channels everyone watched, but she’d never seen one in real life.
He glanced over at her. “What is wrong? Why are you upset?”
She swallowed. “You can just make food with that? Just by touching that screen? And anything you want is created for you to eat? As much as you want? Enough for everyone?”
“Yes,” he nodded. His brow furrowed. “You do not have food replicators on New Earth?”
“No,” she answered. “I’ve never seen one before.”
His nostrils flared. “You haven’t seen something as simple as a food dispenser before?” he asked carefully. “Something that is on every ship, in every dwelling across the four sectors? This is not a possession for the wealthy, Kia. It is easily obtainable.”
She shook her head. “No, the Hurlians do not let any trade in. We can only use what they choose to give us and what we can make. Sometimes we can get something through the black market, but it is costly. There are a few small portable transporters used for smuggling supplies, but they are small and dangerous to use. The Hurlians have detectors, and eventually they discover the source of the transporter signal and destroy it. So there isn’t much that’s off-world on New Earth.”
"How do you feed your people?”
She shrugged. “The old-fashioned way, we grow it, we harvest it, hunt it and cook it.”
He looked horrified. “But what if the weather does not cooperate?”
“I’ve lived through famine. We all have. Luckily the weather has been holding for several years. I can’t remember the last time there was a shortage. It happened when I was younger, but it was a long time ago.”
“And medical supplies?”
“What medical supplies?”
“What medical equipment and support do the Hurlians provide you with?”
“None, of course.”
He groaned. “Well, that explains your lack of inoculations. When the computer scanned you when I first brought you on board I was surprised at the old scars and breaks in your body. I had the computer fix those things.”
“Oh thanks,” she answered. “That must be why I feel so good.”
He brought over two trays. A small booth with a table was built into the same wall as the food
dispenser. He lifted his chin toward the table, and she followed him over as he sat down and slid a tray for her to eat from.
“What is this?” she asked. It all looked like chunks of unidentifiable meat.
“The food dispenser is programmed with only Xylan food.”
“Oh.”
“Your teeth are small, but you can still eat it. Take many bites. You will enjoy it.”
“Well, okay.”
She bit into a piece of meat like he’d said to do, and darn if it wasn’t the best thing ever. Like, literally the best meat she’d ever tasted. She ended up greedily eating everything on her plate and what was on his, too. Kayzon had to go back and get seconds. And for once she didn’t feel guilty. There was plenty more where that came from. Gods, if only they had these dispensers on New Earth. No one would go hungry ever again.
Kayzon tapped his claws on the table. “There needs to be more technology available on New Earth,” he suddenly remarked. He’d been quiet, watching her eat with a satisfied smile on his face, but obviously he’d still been thinking about the problems on her planet. She didn’t blame him. There were lots of problems on her planet.
“We have things,” she said. “It’s not as bad as you think. We have stuff. Not as much as you, but when I watch shows on the vid feed I can see that on New Earth we have some things.”
“How is that accomplished?”
“The black market.”
He nodded.
“I like to watch vids on the black-market channels.” She grinned. “My favorite show was The Creekan Bounty Hunters.”
A smile played at the edges of his lips.
“I want to be a Bounty Hunter.”
He leaned back into his seat. “You do?”
“Yes. I figured it was a way for me to be me. You know, I could use my strength instead of constantly hiding it. I’d be able to test the limits of it and see what I could do. Also, I’d be allowed to take my family with me off-planet.”
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