by Tigris Eden
“Brace your back against the mirror, and place your legs on my shoulder. I want to see the heart of you Gen. I want the heat of you sliding down my throat.”
The words caused her knees to buckle. Xander was there catching her. His eyes alight with passion and lust. His strong warm hands pushed her against the glass. Heated skin meeting with ice cold glass. Before she was able to come to terms with the different sensations, Xander was pulling her legs over his shoulders. Her body slid and adjusted to the new position. One massive hand cradled her bottom. The other opening the flesh between her legs. His head moved to the side and Gen watched him as he looked up at her and winked.
“Look across in the mirror there. Look how you open to me like a flower blooming for the sun. Watch me make love to you with my mouth Gen. Watch me.”
He waited until she was looking at the mirror and could see her flesh on display. A pink outline with a red core. Red like the center of an orchid that glistened in welcome. The heat of her scent rose up in the air between them. Moments passed before the first swipe of his tongue touched her heated flesh. He stroked her with his tongue until the slow burn turned into a flash fire of need. She rocked her hips into his mouth. Her feelings for him were intensifying, growing dangerously to a word she’d come to call love. His tongue licked, his mouth sucked, and then his fingers joined the dance of her undoing. The sounds of him lapping at her skin, mingled with her cries of passion was creating a symphony of lust.
Gen’s gut bottomed out, emptying its contents to be filled with need, lust, and primal passion at is most primitive state. Before she could tip over the edge, Xander was standing in front of her, his pants at his ankles. His eyes locked on hers as if asking permission. He didn’t need any. Xander entered her in one deep thrust. Her legs were lifeless and barely able to anchor themselves around his hips. Her arms wound around his shoulders to hold herself up, but he was lifting her, positioning her so that his mouth was in line with her breasts. Barely remaining up she looked over into the mirror and watched in fascination as he claimed her. His legs slightly bent, his ass flexing with each thrust. He was still clothed at his top half. Mesmerized, she continued to watch him through the mirror when he bit her on the nipple and pulled it tightly into his mouth. Her eyes closed, lost to the sensation of him pushing into her, while sucking at her breast. She cried out when the sensations aligned themselves in an effort to drop her over into bliss.
Is wasn’t until she screamed her pleasure that his fangs pierced her skin extending her orgasm longer than she thought possible. Her body was languid. She couldn’t move, but she felt him pulling her down to the floor with him. Her body straddling his as he adjusted them on the floor. Her head in the crook of his neck, her breathing expelling out of her body in a final act of being replete. Her hair was plastered to her back and face.
“Goddess, you’re amazing. Never has it been this good in the past.”
“Stop talking about your past conquests. It makes me angry and unagreeable to your advances.”
Xander’s entire body shook, jostling her as he laughed out loud. His arms tightened around her body and he held her for long moments until he finally settled.
“Oh, you are quite refreshing, if I may say so Miss. Blackmore.”
“Soon to be Treegold. Right?” She looked up from beneath her lashes to ascertain his answer. If someone would have told her a rotation ago, she’d be in the arms of Xander Treegold, she would have outright called them crazy. But here she was, in the arms of a male who didn’t care about her parentage. Didn’t judge her for her looks, and although he took without asking, what he’d taken, he’d done so in a way that she could only be happy about. Not angry.
“Yes, beautiful. Soon to be Genesis Treegold. It has a nice ring to it if you ask me.” He kissed the side of her neck and adjusted his position. They were still connected and the slight movement made her body warm.
“Stop moving please. I really am sore this time, and a little lightheaded.”
Xander eyed her with concern.
“Did I take too much blood?”
“I don’t think so. I’m just tired. This is only the second time I’ve been with you. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. Besides this isn’t the only time we have to do this right?”
His eyes smiled down at her as his lips tilted in a grin.
“No. It isn’t. But first let me return the favor. You were concerned about not taking from my wrist earlier. I do believe there is the matter of marking me with your bite.”
He uncovered his wrist and offered her a choice in which hand she would take. Gen chose his right hand. Her fangs weren’t functional but they were sharp. She’d only have to nick him and then she could drink from him. She was looking forward to tasting him again. Bringing his hand to her lips, she looked up into his eyes and without speaking asked if he was sure. Xander didn’t hesitate. He placed his wrist over her lips, she kissed the pulse there, and then she bit down. His body jerked faintly, but then he was moaning as she drank from him.
When his blood touched her tongue, the fire that was all Xander had rushed through her limbs, giving her power. Her body squirmed on top of his, realizing with a start that he was hard. Again? How was it that he could be ready so soon? Gen realized her body was lit up to receive his passion. She was aching again, needing to be filled by him. This time he loved her slower. His hips swiveled and twisted beneath her as she sat atop him. His hands gripped the sides of her waist and controlled her movements. This was their lovemaking. This was their body’s speaking to the other and saying what it had yet to say out loud. This time they both went over into bliss together.
Exhausted they lay there for a time, until Xander gently got them up so that he could ready them for their bath. He wasn’t lying when he said he had a bath. He drew the water pouring in some scented salts. They both stepped in submerging themselves and relaxed. Xander washed her from head to toe. He took his time, learned her body from a different perspective as his hands slid over every inch of her skin. It was like he didn’t want their time together to end. He was a completely different male than the one she’d met back at the Academy. Gen sighed and sank further into the warm water when he was finished. She returned the favor, washing him from head to toe. When they were finished, he drained the water only to fill it up again, pulling her against his chest. This time they relaxed and talked about what she wanted to do after the Academy.
That conversation was short lived, as they both were talking about different things. She wanted to work in the lab with her father, and he wanted to join the service. It didn’t really mess up any plans for them, but they both realized how much time apart they would be spending. Gen didn’t like the idea of parting from Xander. Was she already growing too attached?
“I just want to better the race.”
“Your father has that covered.”
“How?” She asked.
“It’s obvious with you, right?”
“I guess you’re right there.”
Xander smiled and sat up in the tub sloshing water over the side and pushing her forward.
“Let’s get out before we turn into something vile and wrinkled. I don’t want you to miss Luna.”
“Whatever you say,” Gen laughed and stepped from the tub. He grabbed two heavy towels and wrapped one around her and the other around himself. When they were in his room, there was a tray full of fruit.
“Let’s get into bed. I want to feed you.”
How was she going to say no to that? Wait. What if they weren’t natural? She was allergic to anything that wasn’t grown naturally.
“I can’t eat those unless they’re grown naturally.” He smirked at her and crossed both hands over his chest.
“You think I would eat anything that has been processed? Gen look at this body? Do I look like someone who wouldn’t take care of himself?”
Well, he had a point there. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Hard cut, sculpted muscles seemed to be a part of his genetic
makeup. Xander walked to the edge of the bed and dropped his towel. A large smile spread across his face as he placed first one knee on the bed, then the other, prowling after Gen. His hand reached forward snagging on her towel.
“What are you doing?”
“Why, I’m going feed you.”
“Naked?”
“Hmmm, naked. It’s the only way to eat.”
The towel was ripped from her body and tossed over the side of the stasis bed. Xander fell on top of her, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. When they finally came up for air, he snagged a mango off the tray and slipped it between her lips.
“Where did you get real mangos?” Gen asked. Juice from the sweet fruit was sliding down her chin. She tried to catch it with her hand, but Xander caught her mid-swipe and licked the juice from her, pulling her chin into the warmth of his mouth
“Gross.” Gen laughed and pushed him away. She’d never seen him like this. He’d been sarcastic, flirtatious even. Like this he seemed more open, available.
“It’s not gross, you taste good. The juice from the fruit is just a bonus.” He grinned and continued to hand feed her more fruit.
“Enough, I can’t eat anymore.” Gen said minutes later.
“You need your strength.” He argued holding another slice in his hand.
“I’m fine… really. The nueronites will make sure I’m strong.”
“Nueronites?”
Gen smiled. It felt good to talk to him about herself. It wasn’t like when she talked to her father. He would analyze her emotions, ask her how she felt. It was all very clinical to him. Xander just wanted to know more of what she was talking about.
“My father implanted me with nuero-technology. They help me heal quickly, and help me with any deficiencies. I suspect you have that now too since we’ve shared blood.”
Xander eyed her, but didn’t say a word. He cleaned up their food and disappeared into the hall. There was a knock on the door, and Scion was stepping into the room.
“Miss Blackmore.”
Gen rose at his words from the bed and waited. She was naked, but quickly grabbed a sheet and covered herself. She wasn’t afraid of him. She knew he felt bad for hurting her. He was dressed in a black three piece suit. His shoulders were broad and she could tell he was wearing a protective vest underneath.
“Scion.”
“I am not here to harm you.” He took a step forward and Gen stood her ground. “I only wanted to apologize.” With grace and formality he bowed. He lifted slowly and stared at her with a gleam in his eyes. His nostrils flared and she knew he was testing the air for her blood’s scent.
“I never thought I’d see the day where your kind returned to New Earth.” Scion said reverently.
“My kind?” She took a hesitant step back, something was very wrong with him.
“Your people, above all others were worshiped and cherished by my kind. You sustained us. It would be an honor, should you bestow upon me, to have but a drop.”
“A drop of what?” She knew what he meant, but she was stalling, hoping Xander would walk in and dismiss him.
“Of your life’s blood.” He was serious. She could see it in the way his pupils dilated. The black of his pupil was bleeding into the blue.
“Scion,” Gen said slowly. “I am matched to Xander. That’s not something I’ll share with anyone but him.”
He only nodded. Resolve setting in. He was plotting, she could see it in his eyes. Instead of engaging her further, he turned and walked out into the hall closing the door behind him. A few moments later Xander was back. He walked in and slowly closed the door with his foot smiling.
“We need to get ready for Luna.” Xander had a luxurious dress delivered while they bathed. It was a white silk halter dress with the hem lined in gold. There was a split that went all the way up to her left hip and left very little to the imagination. But she would wear it. Because it was a gift from Xander. Gen nodded and allowed him to help her with the dress. She pulled her hair up into a pile of ringlets atop her head leaving only a few loose strands to rest on her shoulders. When she looked up, Xander’s eyes were slumberous. He gazed at her through half lidded eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing. I like your hair up. Everyone will know you’re taken.” Gen looked down at his wrists and smiled. His wrists were bare from bands and her mark too was there for all to see. Possessiveness and an intense need battled with her plans. She wanted to go to Luna, but she also wanted Xander to bury himself deep inside her heat and never come up for air.
“Vixen.” Xander growled as he kissed the side of her neck. He gently pulled Gen into his embrace and she melted. His hands were like fire on her skin. Her back completely out for all to see was awash in pleasure as his hands glided the expanse of her exposed skin. She knew everyone would see her and all her differences on display. She couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. He was kissing her shoulder, while whispering his praises against her soft flesh. This side of Xander was scary and arousing. He was gentle with her. When he’d fed her earlier, she’d tried to stop him from babying her, but he’d explained that it was his duty to care for her. Had the other females received that same promise?
“I know what you’d rather be doing. I want that too, but we have to make an appearance at Luna now that you’re out and about. It’s expected of every citizen to attend. We will only stay for a little while. Then we’ll come back here and I’ll make you scream.”
Chapter 17
“I hate that I can’t see my marks on you.” Xander griped as he walked them to the door. Her neck was completely healed by the time they left. There was a bit of red surrounding the area but that was all.
“I’m not wearing a collar. I think that’s mark enough.”
“So you say.” Xander kissed the corner of her mouth and pulled her into the night air. They didn’t need their goggles because they were riding in his car. The cosmic dust was thick in the air. Purples, oranges and greens streaked the night sky. Glittering stars twinkled and Gen looked up to Luna. The moon, although damaged, was glowing a brilliant red. The moon looked like an asteroid now. Its deep valleys were torn in half from the galactic blasts, only a shell of her remained. If New Earth could heal itself, so could Luna.
The car they took tonight was vintage. It was a 2033 Cadillac-Bentley. With hover and road capabilities. Xander was decadent in his tastes, Gen thought as she slid into the back and was amazed at the interior. Butter-soft leather seats with temperature control. There was a drink station and a privacy window filled with a vid screen.
“I reserve Honoria for special occasions.” Xander preened as if the car was a person itself.
“Honoria?”
“Yes, Honoria,” he patted the leather seats and instantly a hologram of a woman scantily clad appeared. Scion moved the car into traffic and Gen sat back with a look of disdain on her face. Who wouldn’t want a woman dressed like that popping into the car. She knew she was being childish when she rolled her eyes.
“Master.” Her voice was deep and husky. Gen was starting to get very uncomfortable. Who programed their hologram to look and talk like that? Xander. That’s who.
“Honoria.”
“Who is she?” The hologram asked in a clipped tone.
“Genesis is my lovely bride to be, we are matched.” Xander reached across the seat and entwined their hands. It didn’t make her feel better, especially with the way Honoria eyed her.
“Highly unlikely.” Honoria responded, taking a seat across from them. She crossed her legs in a way that showed she wore absolutely nothing under her skirt. Xander really did know how to create a female, down to the last little detail. He hadn’t corrected her quickly enough and the damn hologram kept talking.
“Why is she here?”
Xander eyed the hologram and groaned. In frustration maybe?
“This is very inappropriate.” Gen said and removed her hands from his. He let her and that pissed her off more. Why are you get
ting jealous over a hologram? Why did he allow the hologram to look the way she did? She was highly over exaggerated in areas that would make any other female topple over from lack of balance.
“You’re right of course,” Xander sighed. “I don’t know why I thought this was even a little alright.”
“Exactly.” Honoria quipped. Xander couldn’t possibly choose a hologram over her. After everything they’d just shared. Gen didn’t say anything the remainder of the ride. She wasn’t going to argue with him. Arguing was pointless. This was exactly what she should have expected, this was the real Xander Treegold. Heartless, and careless. Crass to a degree that made people uneasy. Not Adam Reynard. Gen’s spine snapped. Where the hell did that thought come from? She had no interest in the other male what so ever. He’s stable. He was also matched, as she was now. But for how long? That was the real question. How long would Xander keep her around? He’d done this before. She’d known about his past matches. All of them lasting less than an entire rotation. Gen felt uncomfortable and out of place. Several times the hologram offered Xander a show. He quietly refused each time, staring blankly out the window. The hologram went as far as to state that Genesis was ill equipped to handle his voracious needs. When he didn’t deny it, Gen slouched further in her seat and waited for the car to stop.
When the car pulled to a halt, Gen exited on the other side of the car stepping out and heading towards the dome. Other people starred at her in shock and some pointed fingers. She didn’t care at this point. She’d been ogled enough at the Academy, surely this wouldn’t be any more fearful. It didn’t bother her anymore. Something wet hit her cheeks, and for a second Gen thought rain, actual rain had started to fall. She should have known better. There hadn’t been rain in over two hundred rotations. She was crying, actually crying. Gen was walking so fast, she wasn’t aware of the arms that caught her around the waist. Energy tingled down her spine, and she knew without a doubt it was Adam.