by Kyle, Celia
Surprise teased the hologram’s features but she soon straightened and spoke. “I believe removing them will allow for establishing a true connection between them if one is meant to exist. The same alterations to genetic code and brain activity that interferes with Argan’s ability to control his dragon also interferes with the Knowing if it is meant to form between two beings. The removal of Lily’s implants was one step in the correct direction, but to truly test my hypothesis, the Binds must be removed.”
Silence reigned for one moment and then two, and Argan broke the quiet first. “Absolutely not,” he barked and snorted smoke. “I will not have my punishment reduced. Judgement was passed and I will not have it nullified by mere chance.”
“I believe it is partly my choice, as well.” Engineering Master Vende strode into the space, two warriors flanking him as he swept closer. Everyone stood aside save the war master. The war master made way for no one.
Except perhaps his mate but only when she was “ragh-ing eet.” Argan still did not know the meaning of the expression, but the war master feared it greatly.
“We were not expecting you, Engineering Master.” Argan gave the male the respect he deserved as one to achieve master status. He would not offend the male again.
“That is correct,” Vende agreed with the obvious. “I have heard of the developments and possibilities, and I wish to test these conclusions. On Earth, a ‘hoo-man’ is able to do something called ‘drop the charges.’ I wish to do so.”
Shock overtook his mate’s features, her eyes opened wide and lips parted, but she remained quiet. Even Taulan and Whelon kept hold of the silence. Argan was the only one to consider arguing with the engineering master.
Vende continued thoughtfully. “It would be interesting to see the effects of the Binds removal on a human-Preor mating.”
Lily believed Vende was most interested in passions shared between mates, and Argan agreed with his mate’s assessment. That earned a softly murmured, “Gross,” from Lily. “So, that’s it? You agree that it should come off and boom we’re all happy-happy-joy-joy about it?”
Taulan spoke next, silencing any other that might have interrupted. He gave Vende a respectful nod. “We shall do as you wish, Engineering Master.”
Penelope materialized between Lily and Argan, the master healer making up the remainder of their cube. She glanced between the two of them before speaking to Whelon. “So, how we gonna rock this shit, Daddy-O?”
“I am no one’s dad-ee.” Whelon furrowed his brow, a look of confusion across his features.
“You can be my daddy.” Penelope then went so far as to waggle her eyebrows.
Which had Lily groaning and dropping her head to Argan’s chest. “We’ve talked about this, Penelope. No sex jokes unless you can actually have sex.”
Penelope sniffed. “I’d have a bot if someone would stop scavenging for parts. But, considering you’re about to have your own living, breathing toy, I might be able to finish it.”
A new, strong emotion surfaced, obliterating all others, and Argan recognized it with ease—embarrassment.
Interesting…
Chapter Thirty
Lily’s breaths came in unsteady pants, the air gusting in and out of her lungs. She held out her arm, the trembling making her shimmy and shake as she left it stretched over the ryaapir unit. Her Bind was positioned alongside Argan’s and she vibrated with a combination of excitement and nervous tension at the same time. She hadn’t decided which would win between the two. Mainly she hoped she wouldn’t vomit all over her mate.
As for Argan… he managed to maintain a stoic, tough exterior that never ceased to amaze her. While she was pale and sarcastic to compensate for her unease, Argan looked as if he was perfectly comfortable with whatever the removal of the cuffs entailed. Outwardly he appeared calm, but she sensed his inner emotions and the turmoil that writhed within him.
Not all of his feelings were justified, though. At least, not in her opinion. He still seemed miffed about the idea of having his sentence reduced and she did her best to convey to him not to be a stubborn ass. The sooner he got over that, the sooner they could get to the good stuff.
That broke his whirling spin of thoughts.
“If I’m correct. Which, let’s be honest, I probably am,” Penelope spoke while the healing master took hold of Lily’s cuff and went to work. “Though I can’t predict if there will be any discomfort when—”
“Ouch. What the hell?” A jolt of pain seared Lily, the sensation scraping her nerves and zapping her from head to foot.
“The Binds are removed.”
Whelon held the opened Bind and Lily snatched her arm back, rubbing her wrist as she held her forearm to her chest. The healing master quickly moved to Argan’s cuff, working on it as he’d done to hers. Her mate kept his gaze on Lily, his concern evident in his expression as well as the continued flow of emotions. His nostrils flared and tendrils of smoke escaped, his eyes flickering in their color and shape.
Lily was so absorbed by Argan and monitoring the removal of his Bind that she didn’t fully grasp how she felt. How different her feelings had become now that the ring of metal was gone. The way some emotions were blunted and others became awkward and jumbled, like a cocktail shaken and jarred with only half the ingredients present.
Though as quickly as her senses changed, they transformed once more. A soft snick reached her ears followed by a bowling rush of more. Simply… more. What she thought had been a sharing of emotions was nothing compared to what coated her now that the Binds were gone. She lifted her attention to her mate to find his eyes fixed on her, and when she met his dark stare, her heart skipped a beat. There, in his gaze, was a promise and a plea in one. Pure, instinct-driven lust filled his expression and she felt as if the last ice of a hard freeze melted away from her mind.
New memories filled her then. Facts and events, explanations of Preor technology she had never thought to question. It was all suddenly there in her mind. From one breath and the next it poofed into existence as if it’d always been a part of her.
The Knowing. The genetic memory of the Preor people suffused her brain—no implants needed for the storage of the large swath of information.
With this influx of data came other changes, other certainties. The Knowing only manifested between two people who were mates, genetically compatible in every way. This was a tie that went beyond the ritual repetition of a few words. This was a tie at the genetic level.
Still confined to a ryaapir unit, Argan shoved aside Whelon’s table of instruments and pushed the healing master away—giving him room to reach for his mate.
His mate.
He reached for her, cradling her face in his hands as he drew her closer. The moment she was near enough, he captured her lips, giving her a long, deep hungry kiss. Lily opened for him without any hint of hesitation, granting him entrance while she delved into his mouth as well. She savored the hot sweetness of his mouth, stroking him with her tongue and savoring every hint of his natural flavors.
All around Lily, the world melted away. In one sharp burst, a hot, direct connection formed between her mind and Argan’s, and she knew beyond any doubt that they belonged together. Everything else going on within the room had no bearing on what would happen next. She’d never been an exhibitionist, but the fact that the room held others didn’t matter. Her body was on fire for the male who held her in his grasp, and she didn’t just enjoy their connection, she reveled in its presence.
One of those scarred, rough hands released her, and he snaked his arm around her back, tracing her spine until he cupped her ass. He slipped from the ryaapir unit and pulled her snugly against his body, not stopping until his hard front was firm against her lush curves. Oh god, the feel of him—his hot hardness pressed intimately against her flesh. It was enough to remind her of how close they’d been before and how much closer she wanted to be now.
Their tongues danced, and she moaned as he fed on her, the sensual teasing go
ing on and on while he kneaded and caressed her ass. Argan rocked his hips and she pressed to her tiptoes, anxious to align their bodies and feel that heat where she ached for him most. Her pussy felt heavy and wanting, her heat ready to be stretched and filled by the massive Preor.
Argan’s emotions battered her, his desire feeding her own in growing increments, and she couldn’t wait to strip him bare—take him as she was so desperate to do. Yes. Take him and be taken by him. Her pussy clenched on air, reminding her she was still empty and bereft of her mate. She ached to be taken. Now.
Except just because she didn’t care about the others in the room didn’t mean they’d vanished. In fact, Lily vaguely made out the sound of Engineering Master Vende’s droning voice, “…should be recalibrated to prevent the suppression of the Knowing. This is unseemly.”
A devious smile crept over her face as Argan’s thickness grinded against her warm pussy through the thing fabric of the medical garments. Unseemly. A deliciously wicked term for what was about to happen. What they were about to witness if they didn’t get their asses into gear. Fortunately, once Argan’s fingers found the hem of her top, they all had the good sense to clear out. With Penelope’s help, at least.
Thankfully, someone managed to remember to re-activate the shielding around their alcove so they had some semblance of privacy. That didn’t mean they waited until they were fully alone before they got truly started. Whelon wasn’t even out of sight when Argan seized Lily and hoisted her onto the ryaapir unit, her legs dangling over the edge.
“I will taste you,” was all her massive, powerful alien rumbled, but she was able to sense his deeper desires, his driving need to have her come on his tongue. She delved into his thoughts, enjoying its curves and edges, the fog of lust that clouded every rational thought in his head. She loved that. She had never understood what it was like to be desired with such a ravenous hunger, so completely. But now, she was the dragon’s prey and she was ready. More than ready.
He gripped the pristine white clothes she wore around her legs and tore them to shreds in one swift motion that sent a heated flush to her cheeks. He exposed her so easily, reminding her of the strength he possessed even when on two legs. His restraint was normally so perfect and unyielding that it made his sudden out-of-control burst all the sweeter.
Lily only had a moment to grab the edge of the ryaapir unit and hold on for dear life before Argan had her bare legs in his firm grip. He draped her legs over his wide shoulders, grasped her hips, and then delved between her spread thighs.
This wasn’t teasing attention or a gentle introduction to passion. He simply went for her pussy like he was a starving male, and she was the only source of sustenance. His tongue delved between her lower lips, dipping into her inner wetness and stroking her from core to clit. He tapped that small bundle of nerves, spikes of pleasure bursting through her with every little flick. Bliss spiraled out from her core, the utter ecstasy wrapping her in a blanket and drowning her in the joy of his touch. What they shared on the beach was nothing compared to the way she felt then.
Then he touched her, his blunted fingertips sliding through her cream and teasing her opening. He slipped one finger in and out of her center, teasing no more than an inch of her sheath before retreating once more. A glorious torment that she wanted to end and yet continue at the same time. Each penetration caused a cascade of delicious pleasure to rain down on her, the sensations overwhelming all else.
Connected like this, his mouth doing wicked things to her pussy while she sensed every ounce of his desire… That tie to him merely increased the overwhelming bliss that filled her veins. Her nerves were on fire, his exploration urging her closer and closer to the edge of that ultimate release. The ecstasy roared through her like a swift river, the water made of roaring flames. It swept her along in the raging turmoil of sensation, his fingers and mouth playing her body with an expert touch.
Lily laid back and simply allowed herself to feel what he did to her. The way he lapped at her overheated flesh and swallowed every bit of her feminine cream. Proof of her arousal coated his mouth and fingers, his attentions never slowing no matter how she covered his skin. She writhed in his firm grip, aching for more while fighting to get further away, overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave her. It grew and grew, inflating to consume her entire body with the burning hot pleasure. Grew so large until she could hardly breathe through its strength.
The strength increased with each lap of his tongue on her needy flesh.
She hovered at the precipice and his tongue ran up her wet slit, tormenting her swollen, needy clit with every stroke. He lavished that bundle of nerves with attention and teased it in small circles only to dive back down and draw more honey from her folds. He anointed the rest of her pussy with the juices before the tip of his tongue went back to her clit and began again. It was an intricate, sensual dance that he wove and… damn it was good.
No, good wasn’t strong enough. It was… it simply was.
And the Knowing made it even more. It transcended “great sex,” which was what she’d expected. It was great and oh-my-god good and then some. Every moment they remained connected through touch, she felt as if she was well and truly coming to know her mate. The way he could only ever know himself. In some ways, she felt as if she knew him better than he’d ever known himself. Their emotions were one and the same, a never-ending loop that spun in an ever-increasing pace.
The pleasure gathered in a tight not, the tension coalescing until she couldn’t breathe or even think past the knot of joy that wrapped around her pussy. She struggled to close her thighs, to lessen the maddening sensations Argan’s touch caused, but he held her spread wide for him. His hands and shoulders forced her to keep her legs spread while the unyielding stroke of his tongue on her tortured pussy went on and on.
On until…
Until she could no longer contain herself. Her pleasure reached that ultimate height and she paused, back arched and eyes closed, toes curled as the ecstasy coalesced and formed a great ball of joy. Bigger than ever before, the ultimate release hovered within reach and then… it simply was. She came with a scream, Argan’s names on her lips as the bubble holding her orgasm at bay popped and exploded to consume her body. She shook from the release that hit her like a wildfire consuming everything in its path, the most delicious burn that she wanted to feel again and again.
Which Argan was more than happy to provide.
He picked her up by the hips, repositioning her as he desired—in every way he desired and the feeling of safety in his arms had her not caring one bit. She let him do as he wished, lifting her and then spinning before moving to the nearest wall—the one with the most open space. He pinned her against the flat surface and that was when she got a good look at his body once again. She got one good glance of the male before his hot, hard cock was poised at the entrance to her wet, ready pussy.
“When did you get your pants open?” The words came out with breathy gasps. She stared down at his rigid shaft in all its glory with wide eyes.
“You were distracted, shaa kouva,” he growled, a wicked, hungry smile in place. “And I intend to keep distracting you.”
Oh god. Yes, please.
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, something gentle and teasing. But what he did next was nothing like gentle. He entered her in one, swift thrust of his hips. He sank into her wetness with that piercing shove and she shuddered as the deliciousness of his possession overtook her. She was glad her mate had placed his mouth over hers because the scream of bliss that escaped her mouth would have been downright embarrassing. She whimpered and moaned when the bulging crown of his length slipped past her slick sex lips and deep into her. Just the way she hoped he would claim her.
His cock ground against her inner walls, and her pussy hugged his dick, welcoming it into that place Lily knew it belonged. This wasn’t anything like she suspected. No, it was so, so much more.
* * *
Argan’s min
d spun with the changes within him. Whirled with what the Knowing had wrought between him and Lily. The thoughts and feelings that flowed easily between them were some of his most primal—the deepest and darkest, most feral of any that had ever existed within him. They were ones so tightly restrained and so deeply buried they felt as if they were his dragon’s yearnings as much as his own. It was the basic yet overwhelming urge to breed, to claim a mate with everything the Knowing had to offer.
His mind swam and joined with Lily’s in a perfect blend of emotions, thoughts, memories, and hidden desires in one. And the whole time he rutted with the most beautiful female in the known galaxies, his balls begged him to release into her with every thrust. But his self-restraint was legendary, and he did not let his baser instincts drive him. He owned that part of himself. He would give her every ounce of pleasure he could while withholding his own until his mate was fully sated.
He bucked into her, thrusting and retreating like the virile, breeding male he was. Her wetness welcomed more of him each time his long, thick cock slid in and out of her sheath.
Just as wonderful as the physical sensations were the thoughts they shared. His eyes remained open, gaze locked with Lily’s. While he fucked her with an almost automatic, machine-like precision, their thoughts played like inexperienced lovers on a lazy morning. They explored each other, curiosity driving their direction and delight following each new discovery. Then Argan truly knew how deeply and sincerely Lily desired him. That craving stroked his ego and eased away any remaining hesitance. It validated his own feelings, and in return, validated hers.
Those moments let him experience the rush of being united with his other half and he finally understood the sweet, poetic fulfillment that came with their union. He never thought he would or could, but now that he had a mate, he had no idea how he survived so long alone.