by Selena Kitt
“Come here.” Boone held out his arms for her. “Don’t be afraid or ashamed. Just come to me, baby. Come get what you need.”
With a little cry, K flowed into his arms. Pressing her bare breasts to his chest she wrapped herself around him as though trying to get the maximum amount of contact between them.
Boone felt his heart swell as he enfolded her in his arms and hugged her back. He knew she was so eager to touch him because her cycle was forcing her to need physical contact but part of him couldn’t help hoping that there was a deeper motive as well. That K actually wanted to touch him on some level, even though she would probably rather die than admit it.
“Oh, K,” he murmured into her hair which was a soft, dark cloud around his face. “Oh, baby, I missed you. I was so worried.”
“I’m worried too, Boone,” she admitted in a low voice. “I’m not sure what we’re going to do, how we’re going to get out of here. But I can’t think about that right now. All I can think about is this.”
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she dragged him down for another kiss so sweet it made his heart pound and his cock ache.
“K,” he muttered thickly.
“Touch me,” she begged, pressing herself tighter against him. “Please, Boone, touch me now.”
Boone couldn’t deny her any longer. With a low growl of lust and need, he swung her into his arms and carried her to the sleeping platform.
Boone’s touch was like magic. When he ran his big warm hands over her skin, K felt herself tingling all over. Her newly blossomed body responded like a flower opening to the sun.
This, she thought deliriously as she arched like a cat under his stroking. This is what I need, what I’ve always needed. The suit just wouldn’t let me know it.
The suit. It was tangled with the ripped red dress in a heap on the floor. But K didn’t want to think about it now. She just wanted to feel—to let Boone touch her. Though part of her still felt it was very, very wrong to crave his touch and the pleasure it brought, she couldn’t help herself. The need growing inside her was too strong to deny.
“Touch me, Boone,” she pleaded, taking one of his large hands and pressing it between her legs. “Please, just like you did last night.”
“My pleasure, darlin’,” he murmured and then he was spreading the swollen lips of her sex and stroking slowly over her throbbing clit, making K moan and writhe, driving her out of her mind with need and desire.
K had always been quick to learn physical skills and this proved to be no exception. She was on the brink almost before she knew it and then she was coming, giving herself completely to the pleasure Boone’s skillful touch brought.
But even as the sweet release rushed through her, K knew it wasn’t enough. The need inside her didn’t end abruptly as it had the other night. She was still hungry—she had to have more.
“Boone...” she pressed against him restlessly. “Boone please, I need... I don’t know what I need.”
“Tell me,” he murmured encouragingly. “Try to explain it.”
“I feel...” K shifted her hips. “I feel empty inside. Like I need another release—a stronger one this time.”
Boone looked thoughtful. “Well, I think we can manage that, we just need to up the intensity.”
“But how?” K was feeling increasingly frustrated and needy. “How can you do that without... well, without penetrating me? Which I can’t let you do.”
“Because I’m not Erian or because you’re still afraid of contamination?” Boone asked quietly.
“It’s true I don’t want to be so deeply contaminated,” K admitted. “Although if I could stand it from anyone, it would be you, Boone. But no, there’s... another reason. One I can’t talk about right now.”
“Fair enough.” He nodded. “I don’t think it’s a good idea either. Not until I have a little time to work on the problem.”
“Good.” K felt a rush of relief—at least Boone would be safe from her when she went into her mating rage.
“But I don’t think we have to make love to help you have a more intense release, either,” Boone said. “I think we can manage that if you just let me kiss you.”
“I don’t understand.” K was confused and frustrated. “You’ve been kissing me the entire time you were touching me. It feels wonderful, Boone—it shouldn’t but it does. But I just don’t see how—”
“I’m not talking about kissing your mouth, darlin’.”
This brought K up short. “But how... where...?”
“Remember I told you a kiss didn’t have to be on the lips?” His blue-green eyes were half-lidded as he spoke and his voice had dropped down into that deeper register that sent shivers up K’s spine for some reason.
“I remember,” she whispered, wishing her voice didn’t sound so breathless. He’d told her that right before placing a soft, chaste kiss on her palm. But surely he couldn’t mean he wanted to kiss her there—between her legs where he was still cupping the mound of her sex.
“Will you let me?” He stroked her gently, one finger tracing the lips of her sex. “Will you let me taste you, K? I want to make you come with my mouth.”
All the air seemed to leave her lungs and her heart was suddenly pounding. “Can you... can you do that?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He gave her a lazy smile that seemed to do things to her deep inside. “If you’ll relax and let me.”
K bit her lip for a moment, considering it. It was yet another level of intimacy her conditioning and training told her she shouldn’t want. The very idea of Boone spreading her thighs and putting his mouth—his tongue—between her legs, should have made her shiver with disgust. Instead, she felt a warm pulsing in her sex and a rush of desire washed over her.
“Will it help? I mean, will your mouth be more intense than your hands?”
“You be the judge.” The large hand that was cupping her mound slid up to stroke one of her breasts instead. K moaned breathlessly when he pinched the tight little nub of her nipple—Purity but it felt good!
But the very next moment, Boone replaced his hand with his mouth.
K gasped and wove her fingers through his hair when he sucked her nipple deeply into his hot, wet mouth and laved it with his tongue. Sharp little sparks of pleasure coursed through her, running straight from her breast to the spot between her thighs.
“Boone!” she moaned as he sucked her hard, taking the sensitive tip of her breast as deeply into his mouth as he could. Boone!”
Just when she felt she couldn’t bear it anymore, he released her throbbing nipple and went for the other one. K gave a little cry and arched her back, offering her bare breasts more fully, acknowledging his mastery of her body. She had no idea how it was that Boone seemed to know exactly what she needed but he certainly did.
“Well?” he said at last, after releasing her nipple. “What do you say, darlin’? Will you let me taste you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Boone, I want you to.”
“Good. Because I want to so damn bad, baby. Want to lick your sweet little pussy until you come for me.”
“Boone,” she whispered, meeting his eyes which were focused intently on her face. “I... like that. Like it when you tell me what you want to do to me.”
He gave her another lazy grin. “You like dirty talk, huh? Who would have thought it?”
“I wouldn’t have,” K admitted. “But... I do. I don’t know why.”
“Because that’s part of it.” He kissed her nipple again, gently this time, and then looked up at her. “Expressing what you want—hearing what the other person wants. It’s a give and take, K, like everything else.”
“But I’ve never learned how to give or take,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured. “Didn’t I promise to teach you? Now just relax and let me make you come.”
Boone pressed his lips between her breasts and then continued down her body, planting hot, sucking kisses at random places on her quivering belly unt
il K felt like she might scream. The need was growing in her again but she had a feeling that even if it hadn’t been, she wouldn’t have wanted Boone to stop. His mouth on her simply felt too good.
“Slowly now,” he said when he got to her mound. “Want to take a little time to savor this.”
“But Boone...” K’s entire body felt tense with unfulfilled need. “Please, I need it now!”
“Uh-uh, can’t rush it. Need to take it slow.” He placed a gentle kiss at the top of her mound, right where the tiny patch of black curls now grew.
K shivered as she felt his warm breath blowing over the sensitive area.
“Please!”
“Would you like to watch?” He looked up at her, a little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “Want to see me taste you, K?”
K opened her mouth to say no and then remembered how much more intense it had been when she watched him touching her.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I... yes, all right.”
“Good.” Boone grabbed one of the embroidered pillows from the head of his sleeping platform and placed it carefully under her rear. The pillow elevated her sex, making K feel incredibly exposed, especially when Boone spread her legs, causing the lips of her sex to open like the petals of a flower.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss at the top of her slit. “So ripe and sweet and ready. The Goddess of Fertility’s got nothing on you, darlin’. Now watch while I spread you open and kiss you. Watch while I taste your pussy.”
The forbidden words sent another shiver of desire through her and K watched, her hands clenched into fists and her lower lip caught between her teeth as Boone spread her gently and placed a hot, open mouthed kiss right on her throbbing clit.
“Oh!” K gasped and her hips bucked, as though they had a mind of their own.
Boone gave a low chuckle. “You like that, huh? Well how about this?”
Leaning down, he licked her—a long, slow stroke that started at the bottom of her slit and slid upward, bathing her aching clit in heat and sensation.
“Boone!” K grabbed for his broad shoulders which were splitting her wide. Purity, how could he do this to her? How could he get such an immediate, intense reaction from her body with just a few kisses and licks? And yet, as Boone continued to taste her, she had to admit he could. And she never wanted him to stop.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured, kissing her again. “Take it slow. Let it build. The more you hold it off, the more intense it’ll be when you finally come.”
K clutched at his shoulders. “I don’t want to take it slow! I want it now.”
“Of course you do.” He gave her a teasing smile and bent to lick her, another slow slide from bottom to top, bathing her sex with his heat. It was amazing but not quite enough to get her where she needed to go.
K felt like she was going to scream. “Please,” she begged shamelessly. “Boone, please.”
“Please what, baby? Please do this?” Without warning he sucked her clit between his lips and began to torture it sweetly, just as he had her nipples earlier.
K let out a sharp little cry and moved her hands from his shoulders to his thick thatch of spiky brown hair. At the same time, her hips were pressing up, tilting her pelvis toward him to try and get more, to take all he had to give.
Boone seemed to understand her wordless encouragement because he redoubled his efforts on her sensitive button. K could feel his hot tongue bathing her, laving her swollen little bud one minute and lashing it the next. He didn’t seem to mind the way she was pulling his hair either which was good—K was pretty sure she couldn’t have stopped even if she wanted to. She bucked her hips up and squeezed her inner thighs around his face. The wire in her lower belly was winding tight again, threatening to snap at any time.
Then, just as the pleasure was reaching its peak, she felt something new. Two long, strong fingers slid down to the entrance of her sex and paused there for a split second before sliding deeply into her.
K gasped and jerked, completely undone by the forbidden sensation. Penetration—contamination of the highest level. It was unthinkable... and exactly what she needed.
As Boone pulled back and thrust in again, hitting the end of her channel with the broad, blunt tips of his fingers while he lapped her clit, K felt herself coming, coming so hard she saw stars behind her eyes and she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Boone!” His name was a prayer on her lips—she wailed it with abandon as she writhed against his mouth. Boone stayed with her, riding out her wild bucking as he continued to lap her slick folds and thrust even deeper with his fingers.
K pulled his hair and scratched his shoulders. She bit her lower lip until it bled. The pleasure was so much more this time—so intense. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before and she never wanted it to end.
But somehow, it did.
Finally, she lay back, panting, her body feeling limp and completely wrung out. K couldn’t remember ever feeling so relaxed, so deliciously exhausted. When Boone untangled himself from her legs and lay beside her on the bed, she turned to cuddle close to him.
“Boone,” she murmured. “That was amazing... incredible. How did you learn something like that?”
His deep laughter rumbled through her. “Well, I had a girlfriend who couldn’t get off any other way. So I guess you could say that practice makes perfect.”
“A girlfriend?” K felt suddenly tight inside. “Is that like a mate? A wife?”
“Take it easy, darlin’, it was a long time ago,” he assured her. “Gloria and I went our separate ways years before I ever met you.”
K propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him.
“So... you only do it for the female’s benefit? For my benefit? I mean, it brings you no pleasure?”
“Hell no, darlin’, it brings me plenty of pleasure,” Boone assured her. “Holding you down, lapping your sweet pussy and hearing you moan my name—that’s hot. Damn hot. I get plenty of pleasure from it.”
“But not enough to have a release.”
“Well... me having a release wasn’t really the point.” Boone shifted and K felt something hot and hard brush her thigh.
“But you could have one, right?” Curiously, she reached down and cupped the rigid lump in the palm of her hand. It was quite large and seemed to throb in her grip.
Boone made a strangled sound. “Easy there, sweetheart! That’s a pretty sensitive area you’re manhandling there. Or woman-handling, in this case.”
“That’s your shaft, right?” K looked at him with curiosity. “I’ve never seen an erect one—may I look?”
“I don’t think that would be such a good idea right now.” Gently, Boone reached down and disengaged her hand.
“Why not?” K demanded. “You’ve seen all of me naked.”
“Yes, but if both of us get naked together... I think we agreed we should avoid that, didn’t we?”
His words brought back Vanja’s warning and K sobered at once.
“Boone,” she said, “What are we going to do?”
He propped himself up on one elbow and sighed. “About what?”
“About... everything. The third phase of my cycle... getting off this benighted planet... rescuing your sister. What are we going to do?”
Boone sat up and rubbed a hand over his face. “Well, let’s start with the easiest first. My sister is taken care of.”
“What? How?” K demanded.
“Your mother—uh, the Empress informed me that she has several captured Purist ships in the docking bay here. She’s going to have a team of her soldiers go in posing as Purists and bring Shayla home.”
“But that will never work,” K protested. “Even if they had skinsuits—which I’m sure they don’t—they don’t know the codes, the protocol, the passwords...”
“I’m not very happy about it either,” Boone admitted. “But I don’t know what I can say since it’s pretty much what I was going to do myself.”
> “No, you were going in prepared. You have a fourth level Paladin with you—one who knows exactly what she’s doing,” K said fiercely. “The soldiers here, they’re useless fops. Idiots. Don’t trust them with your sister’s life, Boone.”
He spread his hands. “All right then, what am I supposed to do?”
“To start with we have to get out of here.” K sat up, the sheet pooling in her lap. “Are there as many guards outside your door as there are mine?”
“Probably more,” Boone said grimly. “I made the mistake of going to the Empress and telling her that I love you and that I won’t leave you.”