Sabin, A Seven Novel

by A. M. Hargrove

  He clamps his lips together and says nothing. At least for a few minutes. I turn around, facing away from him, and then he speaks.

  “What you ask is impossible for one huge reason. Because of what we have shared and because of the circumstances we find ourselves in, I am forced to claim you as mine. What you don’t understand is this is our way. My back is against the wall. If I don’t claim you, that makes you fair game for any and all that would see you, and Serena, that would be ill-advised. Therefore, I must do it for your safety.”

  I get the feeling I’m not going to like the answer to the following question, but I ask it anyway. “This claiming stuff. What exactly does it mean?”

  “It means what you probably think it does. That you belong to me. Until the time comes that you deem you want to become my bridal mate.”

  “WHAT?”

  “It is so.”

  “According to whom?”

  “To our laws.”

  “Your laws are not my laws.”

  He spreads his hands wide and says, “True, but you are under our protection and will remain as such. And therefore will abide by our laws.”

  “Oh, hell to the fucking no I won’t.”

  “Oh, hell to the fucking yes you will.” His face is set, the lines and planes are as hard as steel. Dark eyes snap at me in fury. He is at his ultimate boiling point and he is not to be trifled with. That makes two of us.

  This is a true standoff. I will not be pushed around. And claim me? Is he serious? What—will I be some kind of love slave? The whole idea is ludicrous.

  Suddenly my senses are invaded by his scent. It’s so delicious and intoxicating I want to lick him. I am drunk with him.

  “Stop this. Now.”

  “I’m not doing it. You are.”

  “That’s impossible.”

  “No, Serena. You actually like the idea of being my love slave. I heard your thoughts. You practically screamed them. It’s your body reacting to them, and my body reacting to yours in turn.”

  “You’re lying.” He may be right, though I’m too ashamed to admit it.

  “I’m not lying.” Holy crap, his voice has dropped to the danger zone of sexy-as-hell. And my breath is coming out in tiny gasps. “If I were to check your heartbeat right now, I’m sure it would be elevated. Am I right?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Serena, are you wet? Slip your hand down between your luscious thighs and tell me.”

  Oh no. I don’t have to because I know I am. But I do anyway. “Yes.”

  “Show me.”

  I hold up my hand and he grabs it and puts my fingers in his mouth. Shit, shit, shit. I whimper like a wounded animal.

  “I can help you with this need.”

  “I want to hate you. And kill you.”

  “I know. But wouldn’t you rather feel pleasure instead?”

  “Yes. But I can kill you after.”

  “No, you won’t. Because you can’t kill the one who claims you, even if you try.”

  He steps into my personal space, and though my mind says no, my body screams yes. He’s going with my body. He lifts his hands to the neckline of my shirt and pulls. The fabric falls away in an instant. It was effortless for him to do. I’m naked underneath.

  I have questions for him, about how I got from the water to here, but they vanish, like my will to resist him. My mind becomes blank, except for Sabin. He fills every ounce of my working brain. My fingers spread then bend. I’m dying to touch him, yet he still is clothed. I start to speak and he waves his hand in front of my face and whatever I was going to say, leaves my mind.

  “Take off your panties, Serena, and then sit on the edge of the bed.”

  My fingers hook in the elastic and I inch my panties down my hips and legs. He stares. When I’m free of them, he flicks his fingers, indicating where he wants me. When I’m seated, he walks in front of me. He’s spectacular to watch. Muscles ripple with strength as he peels off his shirt first, and then his pants. When he’s naked, I have this god-awful urge to suck his dick. I swallow because my mouth waters. Saliva dribbles from the corner of my mouth when I touch my lips. He steps into the V of my legs and wipes it off with his thumb.

  “Your dick. It’s perfect. I want to lick it.” I don’t give him time to say anything before my mouth pounces. I don’t go slow, but take him in fully. Cinnamon snickerdoodles. Laced with rum. Topped with whipped cream. Oh, is this yummy. I cannot get enough. I suck, lick, lap, until I feel like a puppy with a bone. And I am so turned on, I hope he doesn’t go before I do. This alien blow job stuff is amazing. He stands in front of me, and the sexiest growls emerge from deep within his throat. Hands bury in my hair, holding me steady, and then he takes over, fucking my mouth with precision. I’m certain he’s on the crest of climaxing, just as I am. If he denies me, I’ll kill him.

  “I’m not going to deny you. Don’t worry. Your mouth on my cock is heaven.” His hand moves to my face, thumb running beneath my lower lip.

  I keep up the suction and look up at him. He says, “Fuck me, Serena. Just fuck me.”

  With every lick, I burn more and more. The harder I suck, the more I need to have him. And I’m about there. It hits me fast and forcefully. And he follows. Thank god I’m sitting down or I would collapse. When he’s completely dry, I pull him down and kiss him, but he takes control now, deepening the kiss and pushing me backwards. He’s harsh yet gentle. Demanding, yet easy. He’s such a dichotomy.

  “Stop analyzing me or I’ll …”

  “You’ll what?”

  “Make you stop.” He speaks with his mouth against mine. His scent is potent and I revel in it.

  “You smell so good. Why does that happen?”

  “Just the way we are. A sexual response.”

  “A good one, I hope.”

  “Mmm. Very good.”

  He leans over grabs something out of the nightstand.

  “What is that?”

  “I’m killing my, uh, what did you call them? Little swimmers.”

  Then he has another little silver cylinder and aims it at the vicinity of his balls. Weird. And I tell him so.

  “Not to me.”

  “Is that a hundred percent?”

  “Yes.”

  I wonder how they know.

  “It’s been studied. If it hadn’t worked properly, a warning would’ve come up and told me.”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “I am not.”

  “Does it hurt?” I ask, curiosity filling me.

  “Not a bit.”

  I run my hand over his cock and it springs to life, as though my hand controls it.

  “You’ve had your turn, so now it’s mine.” He starts with my breasts and teases them for bit, but then he turns his focus on what I mostly want him to. What lies between my legs.

  “Serena, I’ve had to wait too long for this.” Hands separate my thighs and his tongue works its magic with punishing finesse. I wind and twist all over the bed like a tornado. My limbs thrash until he clamps his hands on my thighs, keeping them spread open. When I’m close, he slips two fingers inside of me, massaging me, but then stops. “Is this what you want?” he murmurs against me.

  “Yes,” I moan. Only it comes out more like a squeak.

  He resumes with his tongue and fingers, licking, pressing, massaging, and stops again. I cry out. “What are you doing? I didn’t do this to you.”

  “Are you going to let me claim you without a fight?”

  Huh. I suck my breath in so fast. “This is sexual blackmail.”

  “Call it what you will.” He licks me again. One long slow, lingering swipe. It’s positively delicious; I’m almost delirious with want.

  “Please,” I beg.

  “I’ll give you exactly what you want. What you need. Just tell me what I want to hear.”

  “Yes, dammit.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “You can claim me.”

  Then his tongue and fingers go back to work, re
lentlessly licking and massaging until I break apart on his tongue and hand. I am delirious but he kisses me and I taste myself on him, and find I want to kiss him even more because of it. Our little deal is temporarily forgotten as I plaster myself against him and find I can’t seem to get enough.

  “I need more of you. Hurry.”

  “Patience, Serena.” He leans back and just watches me for a second. Then he moves between my legs and wraps his hand around his cock. Sabin is gorgeous as he hovers there, handling himself. I’ve never seen anything like it.

  I’m so desperate to feel him inside of me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this way. “Hurry,” I prod.

  He holds himself and says, “Okay,” and he eases it in a little, and then out. But I want him hard and fast and I’m shaking for it.

  “Please, Sabin.”

  “Hang on,” he groans. And then with one huge thrust, he’s all about what I’m asking for.

  He grabs my hips, trapping me in his hands, and hits his stride. And it’s exactly what I need. His scent wafts in the air and I’m bathed in it. My hands clutch his ass and I start moving, my pelvis tilting to meet him. He’s in so deep, hitting me on all the right spots, and I don’t understand how, but soon I’m close to coming again. His voice halts my actions.

  “Don’t come.”

  “Why not?”

  He pulls out and his movements are quick. Pillows are piled up and he flips me over, my hips on top of the cushy mound. I rest my weight on my elbows, expecting to feel him slide inside of me, but it’s his mouth and fingers I feel instead. I come in an explosive orgasm as my back arches and I cry out his name. What the hell is on his tongue? Then he licks his way to the checks of my ass and I can feel his teeth sink in—not too hard though. But it’s enough to make me moan in pleasure. His mouth doesn’t miss a single spot on my body. He kisses and licks me everywhere and by the time he reaches my neck, I am a flaming inferno, my need for him unexplainable.

  “Serena, I’m going to fuck you hard, like I’ve never fucked you before. Tell me if it’s too much. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” He nips my shoulder with his teeth and scrapes my neck with them. At this point, I’m not even sure if I’m breathing.

  But I know I am when he enters me. He starts slow, inching his way in, and when I am stretched with him, he eases out and then he begins. And oh my, is it impressive. Or at least I think it is. I’m so overwhelmed by it, I’m not sure. He touches upon every sensitive spot I have and I’m not sure if it’s because he knows what I’m thinking or if it’s because his body adapts or does something special. He twists my hair around his hand and pulls my head back for a long, deep kiss. I am out-of-control on fire with desire. And my sexual response is as heightened as it’s ever been. I feel as though I’m some kind of an animal, because I want to scratch him, run my nails over the skin on his back, leave my mark on him somehow. I want others to know he’s mine and that we had this type of sex. This is crazy! Why am I thinking like this?

  Another climax rams into me and I scream his name as he thrusts into me. He’s bent over me, holding me close to him. And then I feel his body stiffen, and he stops breathing for a second as he groans in the yummiest way. His fluid pumps into, warming me, and I know he climaxes. When he’s done, he pulls out, lies flat on his back, and puts me on top of him.

  Without preamble he begins, “I never meant to cause you so much pain yesterday and for that I’m sorry. I was completely over-the-top pissed when I found out what you did and the danger you put yourself and everyone in. Had I known the outcome of my mind invasion, I never would have done it. I hope you believe me. You must also know that I claim you with honor. I will not treat you badly, as you suspect. I swear this to you. It is for your protection, Serena.”

  This is super weird. This claiming bit. Honestly, I don’t know what to think about it. It’s such a foreign concept that I’m not sure where my thoughts lie. But a part of me is oddly turned on by it. It does kind of have that caveman ring to it.

  I lift my hand and rub my forehead, but when I go to put it back down, he grabs it. I curl my fingers around his.

  “Do you even like me a little, Sabin? Because I can’t belong to someone who doesn’t even care a tiny bit for me. I grew up with parents like that so I don’t think …”

  “Yes, I like you. More than a little. Do you think we could just have this type of sexual experience together if we didn’t like each other?”

  “There is attraction …”

  “Don’t lie to yourself, Serena. You’re much too intelligent for that.”

  He’s right. I do like him, too. Sometimes. But there is that head butting thing we do, when he pisses me off so much I could wring that neck of his. And then kiss the hell out of him. What is wrong with me? Don’t even tell me I have a case of lusting after the bad boy. Oh, no! The last thing I ever wanted. UGH!

  “I’m not bad.”

  “Stop fucking reading my thoughts!”

  He holds both hands up and says, “Sorry. It’s very difficult for me when they all but pop out of your head in a shouty voice. I don’t plan on doing it, honestly.”

  “Then I may as well quit talking all together.”

  “Don’t. The sound of your voice is a turn on. It’s very sexy.”

  He pulls the corner of his lower lip into his mouth, biting down on it, and that’s it. I have to kiss him again. I tug it out of his mouth with my teeth and kiss him. It’s a full-fledged kiss, too. But he takes control again, always the one that has to lead. And Sabin is definitely a leader. It’s okay, because he can kiss me into heaven any day of the week, if he wants.

  “You’re ready for more?” he asks.

  “It was your sexy mouth. That thing you did when you kind of sucked on your lower lip was my undoing.”

  “Ah. I’ll have to remember that.” He rolls us to our sides and enters me. It’s slow this time, but every bit as sensuous. Again, he seems to touch every spot when he moves.

  “How do you do that?”

  He only grins in response. “It is good or no?”

  “Oh, it’s good. You shouldn’t have to ask.”

  “I don’t, but I want to hear you tell me. I like to please you, Serena.”

  “Oh, you do way more than just please me, Sabin.”

  My leg curls around him and I press him closer to me. Grinding against him, I flex my hips and he meets me time and time again. It almost feels like something grows inside of me, and hits all the right buttons.

  “Tell me when you’re close,” he says.

  “I’m almost there.”

  He flicks his hips and rotates them and I crash. I’m now liquid in his arms. He comes right after, and then kisses me.

  “Serena, can I get you anything to eat? It’s been awhile for you.”

  “I am hungry and I’d like a shower.”

  “I don’t want you to shower. I love your scent mixed with mine.” He nuzzles my neck.

  “Sorry. We’ll have to do another mix then because I feel a bit grungy.”

  “That can be arranged. I need a shower, too. I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.” He waggles his brows at me.

  “Okay, as long as you don’t hog the shower spray.”

  “Me? Never!”

  We get up and head to the bathroom. He promises to be quick and wash my back. When I’m doing my hair, he heads out to the kitchen to grab us some food. I make him promise to hurry back because I’m starved. It’s then I start to think what the hell have I just agreed to?

  That went a lot smoother than I thought it would. Throwing on some clothes, I hurry out of the room, shaking the excess water out of my hair as I go. Now that I think of it, I never bothered to towel it off.

  When I hit the kitchen, there are three pairs of curious eyes on me. They know what I’ve been up to. They can scent me out. Rafe is the first to speak, while Edge and Verus watch with great interest.

  “Well?”

  “We’re hungry,” I answer.

/>   “That’s it?”

  I whip around and shoot them an icy stare. “While you may think I’m your entertainment for the day, think again. At best, this has been a difficult situation.” Then I walk up to the food processor and proceed to create two meals.

  Rafe approaches me. “Did you claim her?”

  I spin back around and ask, “What the fuck do you think I did, Rafe? Do you think I’m going to let her …” I stop and shake my head. “Yes, I claimed her.” I look to see three faces grinning at me. “Wipe the smiles off your face. This is a dangerous situation she faces. When Ali’yah finds out, Serena will, ah hell, I don’t even want to think about that. Edge, I need you to place my mark on her wrist.”

  “Sabin, you did what’s right. It would be much worse for her if you hadn’t claimed her. Does she know about Ali’yah?” Rafe asks.

  My glare would wilt every plant in a greenhouse if I were standing in one. “What do you think?”

  “You need to. If not now, then soon.”

  “Mind your own fucking business. All of you.” I put our plates on a tray, grab some drinks, utensils, napkins, and I stomp out of there. There are some pointed truths to what Rafe said. But they are truths I don’t want to face. Ali’yah is dangerous and that is one more layer of shit added to this already fucked up mess we are in. My ass is in for it as it is; finding Judgment Day is my number one priority but somehow, protecting Serena has wedged its way right on up there, too. The Council is going to shred me for this.

  As I juggle the tray, I turn the knob and kick the door open to find Serena in the middle of the room, naked. The tray nearly ends up on the floor. The woman has a way of disorganizing my neurons. I clumsily save the tray, regroup, and set it down on the bed.

  “Finally. I’m famished.” She plops down on the side of the bed and grabs a fork.

  “Are you going to eat naked?”

  “Yeah,” she answers, her mouth full. “Is that a problem?”

  “Yes, it is.” I glance down at my cock and her gaze follows mine.

  She sets her fork down. “Did I do that?”

  “What do you think, Serena?”