Roping Savannah

by Jory Strong

  Kye grinned, understanding her humor immediately.

  By the stars she pleased him. Though life spans were much longer on Belizair than on Earth, they were still too short not to enjoy each moment and find pleasure in every day. He had surely found pleasure in this day.

  He touched his mouth to hers, traced the seam of her lips in a gentle request for her to open for him. She did so and he tangled his tongue with hers in contentment, in a soft communication of satisfaction.

  When the kiss ended he forced himself away from her, pulling from her feminine depths as he straightened and stepped back. She lingered for a moment, risking another ravishing as his gaze roamed over her body and his cock began to fill. As the Vesti mating fever threatened to roar to life again.

  How could Lyan have let his mate drive away? It made even less sense to Kye now than it had before.

  The thought of being away from Savannah… They weren’t even truly mated and yet the idea of leaving her, of letting her out of his sight was unbearable.

  He’d have to do it, but it would be a test of his endurance—rewarded by having the scientists confirm that she was his by Council law.

  Kye’s hand dropped to his cock and satisfaction rushed through Savannah at the way his face tightened. At the way he was starting to harden again.

  He was something else, and if they’d been on the bed, she’d be all for it. But once on the table was enough—at least for today. And besides, she wanted him completely naked—not that standing with his shirt and fly open wasn’t sexy as hell, but she wanted to see the entire picture.

  Savannah laughed and forced herself to sit then slip over the edge of the table and onto her feet. “How about a shower, then some dinner, and after that… I’m sure we’ll find a way to entertain ourselves.”

  Kye tightened his hold on his cock, warning it to subside until he could mount her on the bed or floor, in a place more conducive to hours of pleasure. Because the next time they made love it wouldn’t stop until they were both exhausted, too weary to continue. And even then he had no intention of letting her escape his arms.

  “A shower sounds good,” he said, stripping where he stood, glad to be out of the clothing.

  Her murmured oh yeah sent more blood coursing to his cock and when she reached out and touched his wristband he shuddered at the thought of seeing her wear the band he’d crafted in hopes of one day gaining a mate, shivered in anticipation of feeling the Ylan stones at his own wrists swell and multiply, pulse with a unique energy only experienced during bonding, and then separate and migrate even as he was merging and joining with Savannah.

  His restraint disappeared in a heartbeat when the fingers of her free hand went to his other wristband. His intentions to delay mating forgotten in a surge of heat and need.

  Kye paused only long enough to pull her open shirt and bra from her body and toss them to the floor before swooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bed. She laughed when he dropped her onto the clean bedding, wrestled with him for the dominant position when he joined her there. But in end she was positioned on her elbows and knees, her legs spread to reveal swollen woman’s flesh and damp arousal as he knelt behind her, cock in hand, entranced by the sight before him.

  “By the stars, you’re exquisite, Savannah,” he said, rubbing his hand over her mound, leaning forward to kiss along her spine, to gently bite the sleek globes of her buttocks as his fingers found her clit and made her whimper.

  “Please, Kye,” she moaned, pushing against his hand, the sound of her voice filling his heart.

  He closed his eyes, rubbed his cheek against her soft flesh, inhaled her. “Please what?”

  “Fuck me.”

  With a groan he mounted her, drove his cock all the way in with a single thrust. She was so tight around him, so hot and wet that it felt as though his heart beat in his cock, as though their hearts beat in unison deep within her body. “Savannah,” he panted, unable to remain still, the need to truly mate with her driving any hint of play or gentleness from his thoughts. And as if sensing what he wanted, what he needed, she pushed backward, forcing him deeper in an aggressive move that freed him from restraint, justified him taking her as he’d fantasized about from the first, rutting on her with the intensity of a Vesti male in the heat of the mating fever.

  He wallowed in the heated scent of her arousal, soaked in her screams and cries of pleasure as he pinned her down, using more and more of his weight and strength in a demonstration of who was the more dominant partner. Until finally his mating fangs slipped from their sheaths and sank into her shoulder, causing her to climax wildly, to tighten on his cock until he thought his heart and mind and soul would explode in unparalleled ecstasy as his balls contracted violently, forcing his seed through his shaft as the serum rushed through his fangs in a Vesti’s claiming of his mate.

  * * * * *

  Kye studied Savannah as she slept in a glorious cloud of red hair. He still couldn’t believe his good fortune. They’d paused in their lovemaking the evening before only long enough to shower and eat before returning to bed. He should be tired, sated, and yet the craving had only grown.

  He should be on his way to see the Council scientists. Instead he was still in bed with Savannah. Unable to resist the temptation of her soft skin.

  Kye stroked her side, his cock jerking and filling when she rolled onto her back, reminding him again of the tiger-like cats found in the jungles of Belizair. And without hesitation his hand moved to his cock, enclosing it, pumping up and down slowly as he feasted on her beauty, the breasts that begged for a man’s touch, a man’s mouth. Her nipples large, softened in sleep.

  On Belizair the women wore only thin trousers, the men only a loin covering. Neither wore shirts since their wings weren’t transmuted when they were on their home world.

  It was considered rude to stare at a woman’s chest or a man’s thinly disguised erection, and in truth, past the point in time when sexual stirrings first manifested themselves in youth, most found it easy enough to notice partial nudity but not respond to it physically.

  Kye tightened his grip on his penis, stroking upward until the tip pulsed against his palm, inhaling sharply at the hot-streaks of need that shot up his spine. His buttocks clenching as lust pooled in his testicles, making them heavy with seed.

  The thought of other men seeing Savannah’s full breasts with their pouty nipples had the mating fever of the Vesti stirring to life and Kye once again fantasizing about hoarding her for himself, as the Vesti had always done with their women.

  He closed his eyes and forced himself to try to imagine seeing her body mounted by another male, one with the feathered wings of the Amato. But he gave up within seconds, envisioning instead the sight of her with two children at her breasts. One Amato, one Vesti.

  It inflamed him. Sent more blood racing to his cock even as it tempered the mating fever.

  He would share her with another. It was an unavoidable truth.

  Kye opened his eyes, his gaze traveling downward, across flat, tanned skin, lingering on the hint of pubic hair, a small strip not hidden by the sheet. He used his leg and foot to push the cloth obstruction away, glad that on Belizair there would be no struggle with bed clothing. He would always wake to find her naked, her only covering the wings of her mates.

  She stirred in her sleep, frowned, and Kye cursed himself for his lack of control. He needed to leave, to slip away, hopefully without her even being aware he was gone. He needed to get to the transport chamber, to use it in order to deliver a sample of her DNA to the scientists in San Francisco.

  It should only take a short while for them to confirm what he already knew was true, that she was his bond-mate. And then he could return, could use the vacation her captain had imposed on her in order to get better acquainted, to contemplate the choice of a co-mate and to explore the idea with her, to prepare her for the experience of being taken by two men at the same time.

  So far those who had claimed human mates had u
sed the dual penetration as their wristbands touched in order to coax their Ylan stones into swelling, merging and migrating to the bands of their bond-mate. Perhaps it could be done another way. Kye didn’t know and he wasn’t willing to risk being wrong. He owed it to his clan-house, his line, to do everything in his power to claim her for Belizair.

  With a groan he leaned forward. Unable to resist the temptation of her breast, her nipple. He should already be gone but his cock was hard and his balls were aching. There was no way he could leave the bed until he loved her again. Until he pinned her lithe body to the mattress and swallowed her cries of pleasure as he once again proved to her that she no longer belonged only to herself, was no longer free to do as she wanted. But now belonged to him, answered to him.

  He laughed against her flesh, admitting to himself that despite the number of times he had mated with her the night before, despite injecting her with the serum of his kind and giving her pleasure no human male could give her, he didn’t truly believe he’d succeeded in taming her or bringing her under his control. It might take a lifetime to achieve such a thing. But he was willing to take on such a long-term task, and on Belizair her safety would be assured.

  Kye swirled his tongue over her nipple, sucked it into his mouth, then lifted his head and blew across it, watching as the soft crown hardened in a demand for more of his attention. It was a demand he readily answered, this time with stronger sucks, and when she awakened, moaning and arching into him, saying his name as her fingers went to his hair, he clamped down with his teeth, giving her the hint of pain he knew she liked.

  She opened for him immediately. Wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her pelvis. Made his cock throb when she said, “Kye, please,” her voice a husky acknowledgement that she’d come to need and crave him as quickly as he did her.

  One look, one touch, a word from her and he was desperate to be inside her body, to be one with her. “Admit you belong to me,” he said.

  She rubbed against him, wet him with her arousal. “Oh yeah, you can have me.”

  Kye groaned as his penis slid into sultry heat. Shuddered as he fought the urge to rut wildly on her.

  He kissed across to her other nipple, gave it the same attention he’d given the first one as he forced himself to remain unmoving in her channel. His cock bathing in her slick, velvety heat. Pulsing in time to the fisting and unfisting of her sheath as he sucked and bit, wallowed in the sound of her moans and whimpered pleasure.

  He held off for as long as he could. Resisted her pleas until the feel of her nails on his back and shoulders, the tugs she gave to his hair forced him upward to fuse his mouth to hers and storm its depths with his tongue, thrusting in and out as his penis was doing, his world narrowing, becoming one of movement, sensation, ecstasy—Savannah.

  Even when he was empty of seed he had no desire to leave her body. No will to do anything other than remain with her. She was like the third sun on Belizair, a bright flame in his sky, scorching him, burning through all his protective layers in order to claim his heart, his soul.

  She laughed against his shoulder, nipping him, making him smile when she demanded he roll over so she could breathe. He moved, taking her with him so they lay on their sides, still pressed against each other.

  “Hmmm, very nice. I may just keep you around, Batman,” she said, nuzzling his neck, kissing it before snuggling against him and drifting back to sleep.

  He delayed, telling himself he wanted to make sure she had retreated into a deep slumber before leaving her. But in truth he knew he stayed in bed because he hated the idea of parting from her, of leaving her unguarded for even a second of the time she remained on Earth.

  Kye rubbed his cheek against her hair, held her tightly to him as he wrestled with whether or not he should take her truck. He could use the need for fresh clothing as an excuse for his absence. And if he had the truck, she could not leave the cabin in pursuit of this Ferret.

  Savannah may have been sent “on vacation” by her captain, but Kye wasn’t convinced she would let the matter drop. And yet to take the truck was to leave her without a means of transportation should there be trouble before he could return.

  In the end he forced himself from the bed and into the Earth clothing. Grimacing as he tugged the garments on, hating them all the more for having to wear them for a second day. But short of arriving naked for his visit with the scientists, there was little choice.

  He checked the pocket of his jeans to ensure the strand of Savannah’s hair he’d collected from her hairbrush the previous night was there. Then he left the cabin, habit and training leading him to a cluster of trees for cover. With a command to the embedded nanocomputers on his wristbands, the Ylan stones reacted, transporting him to the chamber deep in the Sierras. A place guarded at all times by at least one bounty hunter who watched from a small hidden residence.

  Kye materialized in the chamber and paused for a moment, allowing the Ylan stones in his wristbands to absorb energy as he looked around, excitement filling him at the prospect of bringing Savannah here. They’d have to come by car, of course. Entering the sheltered adobe building and stopping in the vestibule to shed their Earth clothing before moving into the chamber itself—the intimate, terraced garden with its see-through ceiling and exquisite collection of flowering plants. Its floor a multitude of colorful stones arranged in exotic patterns, all leading to the center of the room.

  Because of the Council edict that human women weren’t allowed to see the true form of their bond-mates until they’d agreed to a binding ceremony, to returning home with their mates, and were in the transport chamber, many of those coming to Earth in order to claim their females were electing to finalize the match just before returning to Belizair. So in the center of the room, amid a spectacular pattern of Ylan crystals, was a thick mattress on a frame resting close to the ground.

  Thoughts of lying on the bed as he bound Savannah to him made Kye’s cock fill and press savagely against the confining clothing. He grimaced, cursing the garments yet again. They’d make him a gelding if he couldn’t get Savannah to Belizair soon!

  With a thought the stones on his wrists sang to those in the chamber, beginning a concert of light and color, of building energy and focused purpose until in the blink of an eye Kye moved from one place to another, though the chamber he arrived in looked like the one he’d just left, like the one on Belizair. The design and arrangement of the stones a legacy of their Fallon ancestors. The chambers on Earth moveable, the one in Winseka, permanent. The plants in each the only other thing that differed.

  He stepped out of the circle and moved through the garden, leaving the room and coming face-to-face with Jeqon d’Amato. So it is done? Jeqon asked. Lyan and Adan have taken charge of their mate?

  Chapter Six

  In a manner of speaking.

  Jeqon’s eyebrow lifted and Kye shook his head, grinning as he shared the scene he’d witnessed—his cousin and his cousin’s co-mate walking Krista to her car, kissing her then letting her drive away. It still amazed him and he looked forward to teasing Lyan mercilessly, once Lyan and Adan had successfully returned to Belizair with their human bond-mate.

  Jeqon frowned. Is it safe to leave her unguarded?

  They followed Krista and have taken over the responsibility of attending to her safety.

  So you are here for another assignment?

  Kye’s hand went to the pocket of his jeans. Excitement made his heart race and his blood thunder in his ears. He switched to the human manner of speaking. “I have found my mate. She is a friend of Krista’s.”

  Surprise flashed in Jeqon’s face, followed by concern. “Things are not the same with respect to the human women, you know that, Kye. A response from our Ylan stones, the filling of our cocks, even the Vesti mating fever of your race doesn’t indicate the presence of a mate when it comes to those carrying the Fallon markers. The matching of genes is the only proof that matters. The only way to claim one of them and return to Belizair
with her.”

  Kye stiffened, refusing to allow himself to doubt what he knew with every fiber of his being. “She calls me bat-man. She triggered the Vesti mating fever.” And because they had worked together and he both liked and trusted Jeqon, Kye admitted to what he had done. “My mating fangs dropped when I took her. I have already injected her with the serum of my kind.”

  “You have a sample of her DNA?”

  Kye nodded, pulling the strand of Savannah’s hair from his pocket and handing it to Jeqon, who laughed despite the worried look on his face. “Why am I not surprised she has flame-colored hair?”

  Kye laughed too, though some of the uneasiness he had been trying to evade settled into his chest as he followed Jeqon to the room used by the scientists to analyze and match the DNA.

  In the past Kye had rarely joined the scientists in their laboratory. He was a bounty hunter, a law-keeper, and though science could be useful in the solving of crimes, most of those he was forced to hunt required tracking and capture abilities. Not rocket science, as the Earth inhabitants liked to say. And yet now it was science that held the key to Kye’s fate. His happiness. His future.

  He began pacing. Earning a sympathetic glance from Jeqon. “At least the Council has allowed us to modify the equipment available here,” Jeqon said. “It is not fast, but it is tolerable.”

  When Jeqon moved to another piece of equipment, Kye joined him, so close that Jeqon sighed and looked backward. “Crowding me does not make the process go any faster.”

  Kye stepped to the side. “You have results?”

  “No. I am retrieving your DNA information for comparison purposes.”

  Kye moved farther away, giving Jeqon additional room in which to work. And within seconds, he found himself pacing again. Thinking about Savannah. Worrying about her. Wondering if perhaps he should have taken her vehicle.

  Surely she wouldn’t go to town. But as soon as he thought it, his chest tightened and he caught himself rubbing it, remembering the sniper outside The Ferret’s apartment.