by Smith, S. E.
She released a startled cry that turned into a long moan. Her grip tightened around his cock and her hand moved up and down as he released the mating chemical into her blood stream.
“Derik!” she cried out.
They were locked to each other, one of her hands compulsively stroking his cock while her other hand cradled his head, her fingers threading through his hair. His arms tightened around her. At the moment, he couldn’t have stopped what he was doing if he had wanted to.
His body shuddered when she tried to rub against him. He gently withdrew his teeth and ran his tongue over the mark, then he leaned back to study her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were closed. He swallowed and broke out in a cold sweat, so afraid that he’d done this wrong and she was in pain.
“My Amelia,” he worriedly murmured.
Her lips quirked and she opened desire laden eyes to gaze back at him. “Now that—is some good shit. If the Prime bottled it, you’d have every woman on the planet wet and ready,” she observed with a dreamy sigh.
His chuckle turned into a rumble of pleasure when she brushed her lips across the bare flesh of his chest. His hips began to rock to the rhythm of her strokes. The difference between reading about this and actually doing it were universes apart! He decided that the training vidcoms left a lot to be desired.
“You’re thinking too hard,” she muttered.
“How do you know?” he choked out.
“Because I can hear your thoughts,” she giggled.
“Oh.”
She leaned back. Her eyes glowed with the fire of the chemical coursing in her veins. His body was in meltdown. He didn’t know how she was staying in control. The chemical—if he had shared it correctly—should have left her mindless with need.
“You really need to forget the videos,” she recommended.
“How?” he asked, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
She shook her head. “And people think I’m naïve,” she muttered under her breath. “Hang on, I’m about to totally blow your mind!”
His mind was not ‘blowing’, whatever that meant, it was buzzing with questions, until she sat on the bed and pulled him closer—by his cock! He watched with growing fascination when she licked her lips before she leaned forward.
His brain short-circuited the moment she slid his cock between her lips. His mouth opened and closed before he swallowed the fierce cry that almost slipped out.
He clenched his hands by his side until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He was going to come too soon if she did not stop. The problem was it felt so good—her tongue stroking him, the heat of her mouth firing his blood and causing his cock to swell even more, and the way her fingers were sliding lower.
“Goddess, Amelia!” he hissed when she cupped him.
He threaded his fingers through her hair. His head fell back and he rocked his hips back and forth. The need to claim, to penetrate more deeply, and to bury himself to the hilt pounded like a drum inside him.
She must have read his mind because she suddenly stopped and looked up at him with wild eyes. She kissed her way up his stomach until she was standing.
“Okay, your super horny hussy mix has kicked in,” she informed him.
The feeling of sudden frustration dissolved into triumph. He pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. His gaze followed the movement of her hands as she unfastened her jeans, pushed them down, and kicked them to the side. Needing to touch her, he knelt in front of her and pulled down her panties while she unsnapped the front clasp of her bra.
His breath caught in his throat when he looked up as she tossed her bra to the side. Her breasts were dainty with twin peaks that stood taut. His mouth began to water at the idea of how good it would feel to suck on them.
He wondered if she would enjoy it if he did the same thing to her that she had done to him. The need to know overruled his inexperience. He pressed her backwards, and gently pushed her down onto the bed. His hands slid around her thighs and he spread her legs wide enough for him to slip between them.
Her increased breathing told him that she was not immune to what he was doing. He leaned forward. Her body trembled when she felt the heat of his breath against her sensitive womanhood.
“I’ve never done this,” she admitted, looking up at the ceiling.
“Neither have I. Tell me if it feels as good for you as it did for me,” he instructed.
Her response was reduced to breathless cries as he slowly maddened her with the same thoroughness she’d used to torture him. He parted her soft lips to reveal the tiny nub that he had learned about. It was supposed to bring her intense pleasure if he caressed it.
Rolling his tongue over the nub proved that it indeed caused a passionate counter-reaction. Her cries grew louder and her thighs opened wider. Her fervent invitation was clear—feast as much as he wished.
He feasted—and feasted—and feasted until she was thrashing wildly on the bed and begging him to quit at the same time as her heels dug into his shoulders pulling him forward for more. Now was the time to prepare her so their joining would not be painful. He slid his fingers into her moist depths as he sucked and stroked her swollen nub. She was slick with desire and his fingers easily slid deep into her soft channel.
He paused when he felt the barrier that RITA2 had warned him about. Mentally reaching out to Amelia, he connected their thoughts. Her mind was splintering as her first orgasm built. He sucked hard on her nub until he felt her body stiffen.
Pulling free, he stood up and leaned over her. He gripped his engorged cock and aligned the hard bulbous head with her channel. He pressed forward until he felt the barrier again. He rocked his hips forward, breaking through the thin barrier at the same time as he pulled her against his body and sank his teeth into her neck once again.
This time, the chemical flowed both ways. He could taste the tangy mixture within the coppery taste of her blood. The reaction of his body was instantaneous. A cry tore from his throat when he felt the sudden heady rush.
He reached down and pulled her left leg up so he could drive deeper. She was still locked in the throes of her orgasm, her body shuddering from the intense waves of feelings. Her eyes were closed and she was panting hard.
“You are mine!” he roared, losing himself in the driving rhythm.
The primal connection between them, forced to hibernate for the past two years, woke with a vengeance. Her nails raked across his skin as she tried to pull him even closer. Her mouth moved across his flesh, nipping, biting, and sucking on him as she fought to leave her own lasting mark of their joining. All doubts and insecurities melted as they gave themselves up to the pleasure engulfing them.
He could feel the slide of her hard nipples against his chest, and Amelia’s orgasm was fisting his cock with the same force as her hand. The combination proved too intense and he thrust forward, emptying his seed deep inside her. His gasping breaths echoed hers.
“Yes!” he hissed.
His body stiffened as he drained himself into her. His head fell forward and he barely had the strength to hold himself up. He rolled over, keeping their bodies locked together. He didn’t know if it was proper for her to be atop him, but at the moment he didn’t care. The vidcoms hadn’t included such a move, but how did a warrior keep from crushing the diminutive love of his life after such an intense release?
“You think too much. There is nothing wrong with the woman being on top. In fact, I’ve read it can be even better,” she murmured with a sigh.
“Better?” he asked, his cock twitching back to life.
She lifted her head from where she’d rested it against his chest and looked at him with a bemused expression. He hoped that meant she was curious to see if what she had read was true. With the chemical pouring through their bodies, they would be ready again within a few minutes.
“What? Ready for what?” she asked before her eyes widened when he twitched again. “Are you serious?”
He grinned at her. “I’m an alien,
” he reminded her. “A very sexy alien, if I remember correctly.”
She shook her head and lifted a delicate eyebrow, then groaned as his cock became rock hard inside her, its size engorged again. “Well you, my very sexy alien, had better be ready to have your mind blown again in round two,” she said, spreading her legs and sitting up with him still inside her.
“I love the sound of that,” he murmured.
“What? Having your mind blown a second time?” she asked in a low, sultry voice brought on by emotion.
He shook his head. “No, that I am your very sexy alien,” he said before his hands cupped her breasts and he leaned forward to capture her swollen nipples.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The spaceship’s familiar hum surrounded Derik as he walked to the bridge. His body was humming as well. Any fears that he would not be a good lover for his mate had disappeared. He would have to thank RITA2 for her instructional videos. They certainly had come in handy, more than he’d expected—though at the moment he couldn’t specifically think of any one lesson.
He wondered if Amelia had received instruction, as well. The different ways she had touched him with her hands and mouth had sent him spiraling out of control. Nothing in the vidcoms had prepared him for the intensity of her touch or his release.
I’m glad you enjoyed last night so much, she teased.
A flash of heat coursed through him. The word ‘enjoy’ is too tame a word, he retorted.
“Yeah, well, what can I say? Tame is for wimps,” she cheekily replied, coming up behind him.
Derik laughed and wrapped his arms around her. He lifted her up against his body and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.
“If we weren’t almost to Quadrule Five, I would like for you to show me how untamed you can be,” he teased, pressing against her.
“Maybe when we get down to the surface,” she murmured against his lips.
“On second thought, Quadrule Five can wait,” he responded, closing the distance between them.
* * *
Two hours later, Derik checked their approach to Quadrule Five. The medium-sized, blue-green moon that would be their final destination was simply known as the Moon of Quadrule Five. The small moon stood out against the large, bright orange planet that it orbited. Quadrule Five helped shield its smaller satellite in space from the powerful rays of the double suns.
While the planet never felt the total darkness of night, the small moon did thanks to the shadow of the planet. The moon was covered by water except for a few lush areas above sea level. The largest land area contained a resort for those looking to escape for a while. There was also a chain of islands off the coast for those looking for peace and quiet. His parents owned one of those island retreats.
He looked over his shoulder when he heard the sound of Amelia’s footsteps as she approached the bridge. She leaned against the doorframe and smiled at him. He turned in his seat and beckoned her to sit next to him.
“We’ll be landing soon,” he said.
“Will we take the shuttle like we did between Baade and the Spaceport?” she asked, walking forward and sliding onto the seat next to him.
“Yes. We’ll land on the planet, but take the shuttle to the moon. Where we are going, there is not enough space to land a ship of this size,” he explained.
She watched as he checked a series of screens. “It still amazes me that you can fly this ship by yourself. Granted, the technology is out of this world and it isn’t like there is a lot of traffic to worry about, but still, it’s a pretty complex piece of machinery to know how to fix if something goes wrong with it,” she reflected.
He shook his head. “Most of the ship’s systems have duplicate backups in case of failure. I enjoyed working on ships from an early age. I used to slip out of the palace to go to the space docks. Mother and Father finally gave up trying to keep track of me and gave me a shuttle of my own when I was barely ten cycles old,” he explained.
“Sweet! Did you know how to fly it?” she asked.
He laughed. “No. It wouldn’t have mattered if I had known anyway. The shuttle was a discarded piece of wreckage. Father insisted that if I wanted to fly, I had to understand how the spacecraft worked. I spent the next two years going to the salvage yards, searching for parts, and rebuilding it. J’kar, Borj, and Mak told me when I finished it, that Mother and Father had done the same with them. I promise not to do that to you,” he teased.
She sighed. “I don’t even have my driver’s license ‘cause it never made much sense to get one. I didn’t own a car. Even if I did, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I wouldn’t want to drive in Houston or D.C. traffic. There’s never any place to park, people drive crazy, and you can usually get to where you want to go faster by walking. Now, if there had been shuttles like you guys have, that would have been different. The scooter was fun to drive.” She groaned. “The scooter! Dang it, I forgot all about it. It’s still at Dolinski’s place,” she grumbled with a shake of her head. “I hope Cosmos gets it back. I guess if he doesn’t, he can always deduct it from my salary. It’s not like I’ll be back for my paycheck anytime soon.”
“I’m sure Cosmos will understand. RITA would have notified him that you were on Baade. As for flying, I was nervous the first time I flew the shuttle. After all, I was the one who’d rebuilt it,” he admitted with a chuckle.
“What was it like?” she asked.
He smiled as he remembered his first flight. He had been surprised when Mak showed up instead of his father. He learned later that J’kar, Borj, and Mak had conspired to keep him from having to go through the same thing they had—side-seat driving.
“My brothers decided that I should be spared the trial by fire. Father is an exceptionally skilled pilot. To the west of the city, there is a region in the desert with a vast maze of deep canyons. It is not unusual for warriors to train there. Mak volunteered to take me. I thought I was smart. I memorized the canyon layout. By the time we arrived, I was confident that I could handle any challenge,” he boasted.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a skeptical expression. “And how did that go?” she asked.
He shot her a wry grin. “I crashed on the first turn,” he chuckled.
She giggled and shook her head. “At least you made it to the canyon,” she said.
“That’s what Mak said,” Derik replied.
“It must have been a nice way to grow up,” she murmured.
“It was,” he agreed.
His heart ached for her. He could sense her joy for him; yet, there was a feeling of sadness as well. In his mind, he could see images of her alone, staring at the reflection of herself in the computer screen. A new face blended with hers—the reflection of a tall, lanky man with an expression of avarice on his face.
“He can no longer hurt you, Amelia,” he quietly said.
She looked at him with a surprised expression before she shrugged. “I know. How long before we reach the planet?” she asked.
“At least an hour,” he replied.
She nodded. “I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?” she asked as she stood up.
“Only you, Amelia,” he quipped.
She rolled her eyes. “Like I didn’t already know that,” she playfully retorted. Bending toward him, she kissed him. “And my name is Runt.”
His lips tingled after she pulled away and disappeared through the door. He could feel the flames of desire burning through him. If they weren’t so close to their destination, he would have followed her.
“You’ll always be Amelia to me,” he murmured before he forced himself to focus on piloting the spaceship.
* * *
Runt silently berated herself for thinking about the past, and then berated herself for berating herself. How many times did she have to tell herself to just let the memories come? Trying to shut out the memories just didn’t work, she knew that. Listening to Derik, she couldn’t help but wonder what her life would have been l
ike if her dad had been different.
She shook her head in self-reproach. “You can’t change the past. Cosmos hadn’t invented a time machine—yet,” she ruefully chuckled.
Stepping into the galley, she walked over to the replicator. She started to request a drink when she noticed there was something already inside it. Frowning, she opened the replicator and pulled out the tray of food. It was still warm.
“Weird,” she muttered.
She shrugged. Derik must have requested the meal and forgotten about it. She lifted the tray to her nose and sniffed. The food smelled pretty good.
“His loss,” she chuckled.
She requested a hot chocolate—with whipped cream. While the replicator hummed, she picked at the food on the tray. After a few bites, she realized that she was famished. Retrieving a utensil, she collected the cup of hot chocolate and picked up the tray of food.
Placing her items on the table, she picked up her spork and began to eat. Her thoughts immediately strayed to the night before. She remembered the feel of his arms around her, his hands gliding over her skin, her lips sliding over his….
Stop or we will never reach the planet!
Don’t read my thoughts if you don’t like what I’m thinking, she teasingly retorted.
Oh, I like them, he replied.
She grinned when a warm feeling spread through her after he added a few of his memories to hers. Shaking her head, she decided that she better focus on something else; otherwise, he was right, they wouldn’t be landing any time soon. Sliding the micro-computer off her wrist, she pressed the top to turn it on.
“Let’s see what is going on with RITA2’s programming,” she murmured.
Humming under her breath, she soon lost herself in RITA2 and DAR’s code. Fascinated by what she was seeing, she pushed the rest of her meal to the side, oblivious to everything else. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. There was some seriously messed up code going on between them!