SavingAttractions

by Rebecca Airies

  He took a slow step forward and his eyes lowered to her breasts. “I can give you time. We don’t have to rush.”

  She saw the hunger in his eyes. That was the only thing that kept her from grabbing her shirt and tugging it back over her head. He was trying to protect her and the only reason she could think of was that he didn’t want her to feel as if she made a mistake.

  “We have today and I don’t want time. I know what I feel and what I desire. I want to kiss you, touch you and fuck. Is that what you crave, because if it’s not, I can put my shirt back on and go back to the camp. I don’t need an oversized big brother. I never had one and I’m too old to get used to the crap now.” She raised an eyebrow and hid a grin as his eyes remained on her naked chest. She wasn’t overly endowed, but just from the way he was looking at her, he liked what he saw.

  “I’m not your brother.” He took the final step separating them. His hands closed around her shoulders and he glared down at her. “I’ll soon be your lover, and I thought you might have some doubts.”

  “No doubts or second thoughts. I want you as a lover.” She drew her hand over his chest, tracing over where she knew his tattoo was.

  If he’d been standoffish for too much longer, the larger ship he’d mentioned to Captain Thomas could have arrived before they even fucked. She knew that they had only a little time. It would take merely days after they were on one of the larger ships to meet up with a ship from Central Command.

  He looked at her for a long moment. She had a feeling he was going to say something and wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to hear it. She reached up and slipped her hand over the back of his shoulder. Stretching up onto her tiptoes, she pressed her lips over his. They didn’t need to talk.

  He drew in a sharp breath, but his lips opened under hers. She nipped at the lower curve to give him a little encouragement. He groaned and his head tilted a little as he pulled her closer. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth in an aggressive claim.

  She met the strokes and demanded more. Twining her arm around his neck, she arched against him, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. Her nipples hardened and ached from the pressure but it wasn’t enough. She didn’t know what it was about being near him, but every time she got close to him, she wanted to strip them both out of their clothes and tease him until he couldn’t resist her.

  Her other hand slipped down his side. Tugging at his shirt, she let her hand slide under and savored the warmth of his skin and the solid muscles beneath her fingertips. She felt them tighten beneath her fingertips and worried that perhaps he was letting his protectiveness override his desire. What she’d wanted for the past few days was right beneath her fingertips. She wasn’t going to let it slip away. She’d waited and worried too long about him even wanting her to miss this opportunity because he thought he might cause her a little pain. Her nipples ached, the tips hardened and ready to be touched or sucked. She hoped he’d get over his protectiveness soon.

  She pulled her hand free of his shirt and reached between them. Cupping her hand over the ridge of his cock, she slowly stroked her hand up and down. A growl vibrated against her lips as his tongue thrust deep into her mouth. His hands clasped her waist and lifted her off her feet.

  He tore his lips away from hers. “You’re going to kill me. Wrap your legs around me.”

  She did as he ordered. He lifted her higher than she expected. When he brought her close to his body, her pussy pressed against his stomach. Her fingers speared through his hair and she leaned down for a kiss. His lips closed over hers and his tongue pushed deep and stroked against hers. She hummed in pleasure. Before she was ready, he tore his mouth away from hers. He drew in a deep breath.

  “Hold on to my shoulders and lean back. I’m not going to drop you, but I want you to feel safe. I need to get my mouth on your breasts.” He stared into her eyes.

  She did as he asked. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she leaned back. She wanted to feel his mouth on her only a little less than she wanted him to fuck her. Since she planned for both to happen today, the order didn’t matter at all.

  “My cock is so hard, reha.” He rocked her hips against his stomach, rubbing her pussy on his hard muscles. “I’m going to fuck you, but first, I’m going to taste and tease as you’ve done to me.”

  “What does reha mean?” She hadn’t ever heard it before and it definitely wasn’t any of the common languages used by traders.

  “Flower. It’s from one of our old languages. It’s still taught and used among the Zarain.” He leaned down and the words flowed between kisses on her shoulder and neck.

  She tilted her head, giving him space to kiss and nibble if he wanted. She almost groaned in disappointment when his mouth moved down her chest. His lips pressed a kiss in the valley between the two mounds. He inhaled deeply and a hum sounded, vibrating softly against her skin. She looked down. Her nipples strained outward as if to tempt him to take them in his mouth. She really hoped he didn’t make her wait too long. The reddened peaks stung and felt swollen.

  “You smell so good.” He nuzzled his way up the slope of her right breast.

  His tongue stroked around the taut nipple. She tensed and lifted one of her hands to cup the back of his head. With a little pressure, she tried to guide his head to where she needed it. His head tipped back and his eyes narrowed.

  “Hand back on my shoulder or maybe I’ll stop,” he said in a teasing voice.

  And maybe she’d have to tackle him and take him down to the ground. She put her hand back on his shoulder. He nodded and returned his attention to her breast. His tongue swiped up the slope of her breast.

  She shivered and moaned. He was such a tease. She wanted his mouth to close over the aching peak and suck hard. He could simply lick or nip at her nipple and it wouldn’t be so frustrating. Waiting and anticipating when his tongue would touch that aching nub was pure torment. Her heart beat faster as his mouth drew closer to the taut bud. She arched her back pressing her breast closer to his mouth. He chuckled and drew his teeth over the curve.

  “Tell me what you want.” He rubbed his cheek against her breast and inhaled deeply.

  “My nipples. I want your mouth on my nipples.” It was hard to frame the words when she’d much rather show him.

  He smiled and his hands tightened on her buttocks rocking her hips slowly. “Do you want it this way?”

  His mouth closed over her breast. He teased the tip before sucking it deep. His hands kept pressing her pussy against his stomach. She cursed the fabric that covered her and she cursed the position. Although tantalizing, the movement was just a tease. She couldn’t get enough pressure against her clit. She wanted to feel his cock pressing into her or at least against her as he rocked her hips like that.

  “Or do you want this?” He raked his teeth over her nipple before settling his mouth over it. He stroked his tongue up over nipple before he nipped the peak. The sting shot through her, but sharp sensation was followed by a sweet rush of pleasure.

  “Both.” She wanted both ways.

  “Greedy. I like it.” He nuzzled between her breasts.

  Her entire attention centered on those lips. His mouth trailed up the slope of her other breast. He blew a soft puff of breath over the tip. Tingles spread from the warm puff of air. His mouth closed over her nipple and he drew on her breast, sucking hard. The tug sent hot need streaking through her. Each pull seemed to echo in her aching clit. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders and she arched into his touch.

  “More, Jagger.” She wanted a little friction against her clit, more of his touch and the pleasure she could feel building.

  Jagger met her eyes and the look in his eyes almost made her tell him to stop. Such hunger burned in his eyes that it almost scared her. His mouth latched on to her breast. He sucked deep and hard. She moaned and lifted against his mouth. The pressure built. She wanted to feel him touching her everywhere. Her clit ached. She rocked her hips and breathy sounds rolled from her lips. His hands ti
ghtened, holding her still this time.

  He lifted his head and moved to her other breast. He licked at the peak, flicking his tongue over and around it. His teeth closed over the peak and tugged. He teased and tormented it.

  “Please,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and strained.

  “What do you want, reha?” His mouth pressed against her breast.

  The vibrations sizzled through her. She shivered and clenched her thighs, trying to rub against him. It wasn’t enough though. The desire pulsed and her movements only added to the frustration. She drew in a ragged breath.

  “Tell me what you need, Ada.” His voice roughened into an order.

  “It’s not enough. I need more. Fuck me.” She rocked her hips desperate for that something more she needed so desperately.

  “Lower your legs. I’ll put you down and give you what you need.” His hands gave her buttocks a squeeze.

  She let her legs fall. He held her securely and then lowered her until her shoes touched the ground. Her hands fell to the seal of his shirt. She pulled it apart and pressed both hands against the hard, muscled plane. The warmth and flex of his skin beneath her fingertips lured her to trail her hands lower. She ran her hands over his flat abdomen to the edge of his pants. He grabbed her hands before she could release the seal there.

  “Let me get you out of your clothes.” He held her hands loosely.

  She nodded. “Yours, too. I want to see all of you and touch.”

  He smiled. He knelt and lifted one foot to slip off her shoe. As he placed her foot back down on the ground, her toes flexed in the soft cool grass. With slow movements, he repeated the process with her other shoe. He curled his hands around her calves and skimmed them up her legs. She leaned into the touch.

  His hands trailed up her inner thighs. His fingers brushed lightly over the mound of her pussy. The gentle strokes tormented her. He didn’t press in-between the lips or apply any pressure. She shivered though and wanted to press down against his hand. Before she could move, he pulled his hand away and gripped the edge of her pants. He pulled the pants down to her ankles along with her underwear. She stepped out of them.

  He didn’t immediately rise to his feet. Nudging her feet a little wider, he leaned close. He inhaled deeply. She didn’t know why, but she found the action incredibly sexy. When he lifted one of her feet over his shoulder, she placed her hands on his shoulders.

  “Relax. I’m not going to let you fall. I need to make sure you’re ready.” He looked up at her.

  Ready? Her body burned, ready to ignite and probably take this stand of trees with her. Before she could tell him that, his tongue swept over the lips of her pussy. She stiffened and a shiver raced down her back. Using his fingers, he parted the lips. His tongue flicked over her clit. Her entire mind centered on the stroke of his tongue.

  When her hips began to lift into his touch, his hands moved to her hips. He gripped her, holding her steady as he licked her cunt. She pressed closer to him. She wanted to rock into his touch, but his hands held her still. Her fingers tightened in his hair. This time, she pulled his head closer.

  He made a sound. She didn’t know if it was a hum or a growl, but it rolled over the sensitive tissue sending chills ripping over her body. When his mouth moved lower, she held her breath. His tongue lapped at the juices. Her inner muscles tightened. She wanted to feel his fingers thrusting into her or even better his cock stroking deep. His tongue felt so good though. His tongue dipped into her pussy. It teased the edges of her sheath and she groaned. She wanted to ride his tongue and lips until she screamed, but she also wanted to feel his hard body moving against her.

  His head moved away from her pussy. Her hands fisted in his hair, trying to urge him back to where she needed him.

  “You taste so sweet, but I need to fuck you.” His lifted her thigh off his shoulder and turned her around. “Brace your hands on the tree.”

  She did as he said, leaning slightly forward. A little disappointment rolled through her. They didn’t have a blanket to spread on the ground. She heard the rustle of clothing. He moved in behind her. His right hand slipped around and flattened on her stomach as he stepped in behind her.

  “Widen your feet, reha.” His left hand swept her hair to the side a moment before his lips touched her shoulder.

  She could get used to being called flower. She stepped out, widening her stance. Her fingers flexed a little on the tree. The rough bark rubbed against her fingertips. She wished her fingers were pressed against his flesh.

  She felt his cock against her buttocks. The slightly wet tip brushed against her buttocks. She arched her back, wanting to feel his cock pushing deep into her pussy. She hoped he didn’t draw this out into another tease to make sure she was ready. She was so ready that she might come before he entered her.

  His hand stroked up and down her stomach. The head of his cock nudged against her pussy, then slowly pushed inside. She rocked back into him. Frustration built. He was going too slowly. She needed to feel him driving into her. She wanted to know he wanted her as much and as fiercely as she did him.

  His free hand moved to her hip and held her in place. She moaned with frustration as his cock slowly withdrew and then slid deep again.

  “You’re so tight. Slowly.” He growled the words against her shoulder.

  It might have been a while for her, but she wasn’t going to break. “Fuck me fast.”

  He nipped her shoulder. “Not yet, Adalyn.”

  She tensed, her muscles tightening at the slight sting. He groaned and pulled her tighter against his hips. She smiled as she realized that her inner muscles tightening around him had drawn that reaction. Concentrating, she tightened her vaginal muscles again. It was a dual-edged torment though. With each contraction around him, her need for release built.

  He growled and pulled out but thrust against her with more force. She pushed back into him as much as his grip on her would allow. Her entire focus centered on finding the release that waited just out of her reach. Her skin tingled and felt so sensitive. She couldn’t remember a stroke on her belly ever sending sparks of excitement racing through her.

  His hand slipped down and his fingers pressed between the slick lips. His fingers stroked over her clit with every thrust of his hips. As his fingers pressed over her clit again, she shook. Pleasure slammed through her body. Her head tilted back and she screamed.

  A deep rumble vibrated against her shoulder. His hips drove against her buttocks, harder and faster. Each thrust sent a little ripple of sensation through her and she rode the feeling, drawing out the pleasure of her orgasm. Her hips rocked back into his.

  His teeth grazed her shoulder and she tilted her head a little to give him room to kiss and nip. As his cock drove deep, he bit. She gasped at the sharp pain. He withdrew and thrust hard once again, before he came. As he did, searing pleasure swept over her. It felt as if the air was locked in her lungs and she couldn’t make a sound as she trembled in his arms. Her knees buckled, but his arm kept her from falling.

  What the fuck was that? She stared at the tree trunk in front of her and kept her hands planted on it. Her mind reeled from the unexpected climax. She hadn’t been excited enough to reach a second climax. She loved the feeling but was confused and intrigued.

  His hand stroked her arm and he lifted his mouth from her shoulder. She hadn’t even realized that his mouth was still on her. His tongue licked over the spot where he had bitten her.

  “What was that?” She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. She knew her question was vague but hoped he’d understand.

  He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to release her. One arm held her while the other stroked her arm, shoulder and hip.

  “The re’kai.” Jagger didn’t even seem to need an explanation.

  “What’s the re’kai?” The word meant nothing to her.

  “It’s a Zarain ability. In essence, when I climax, you do too even if you’ve already found your pleasure.” He kissed her neck and
slowly straightened away from her.

  “Damn, you and the other men must have women all over you for that.” She shook her head. She was surprised she’d never heard of it before. That kind of knowledge tended to spread.

  He laughed. “We should be getting back to camp.”

  She sighed. They probably should, but she didn’t really want to go. She wanted to stay right here with him and experience that re’kai thing again.

  Chapter Seven

  Jagger walked through the forest, searching for Ada. She’d gone for a stroll with some of her friends. Now that he’d mated with her, he felt even more protective of her than before. Because the mating was recent, he wanted her close. It wasn’t only the newness though.

  Since she and the other trade crew didn’t realize she was mated, he felt more than a little possessive. He didn’t want any of the men in her crew thinking that she was free to form a relationship. On top of that, his protective urges surged because of the danger from attack. At least she was with other people, but that was also part of the problem.

  They didn’t know who was behind the attack. He needed to know where Ada was and that she was safe. Given that they didn’t know what this person wanted, he couldn’t predict what the attacker might do next. It made him want to keep her at his side even though he knew she’d resist.

  One of his men had told him where she and her friends were. That gave him some reassurance. They were close enough to be heard if they needed to call for help. Now Jagger wanted to make sure that she was safe. If she was, he’d let her continue with whatever she was doing.

  He made his way to the river. He’d been told they were there talking. He knew most of the crew were old friends, not lovers. It shouldn’t bother him, but he was still uneasy. The bond between him and Ada wasn’t fully formed. She didn’t acknowledge it. He and the Zarain within him wouldn’t be satisfied until she realized that she belonged with him.

  He neared the tree line and could hear them talking on the bank not too far away. Even as he walked closer to them, he realized that they still couldn’t see or hear him. Near the water, the bushes and trees were thicker and fuller than in the groups of trees away from it. He didn’t intend to listen in on the conversation, but what they were saying drew him to a halt.