by Pixie Moon
He is driving me crazy. The look of pure passion in his eyes has fiery heat pooling in my core. I look down his body to get away from the pull his gaze has on mine. That wasn’t one of my smartest moves.
His body is so perfect. The others have scars but not him. I don’t think his twin does either. What is it about them? Are they the luckiest warriors on the planet? When he starts soaping his shaft and rubbing it with such loving care, I stare at his huge erection.
With some stretching, I think most of it will fit inside me. When his large hand grazes the base of his cock, he shudders. I look closer when his hand moves back up his hard length. The bulge at the base of his cock must bring him pleasure. I long to investigate that thick patch of flesh. I look him over and notice for the first time that he doesn’t have any balls. Is that a warrior thing? Does that mean he can’t get me pregnant?
A touch of something close to sadness swirls through me. I wouldn’t have minded having our baby. The little thing would be adorable if he or she looked like him. The baby would be an extra mouth to feed when he eventually kicks me out but the baby would be worth it.
When he moans, something in me switches on. I need him. He shouldn’t be stroking himself. He should be plunging inside me. My womb clenches at that thought. An ache goes through me when tension coils within my core. I lick my lips and my breath catches when he rinses off. The sight of the water sluicing over his muscular form has my knees wobbling. I step back and let the showerhead near me clean the suds from my own body.
I have to have him. He inhales deeply and then growls softly. His eyes glow lightly bringing out the purple more than ever.
“Flipping fuck, I need you, Din Tairin.”
He takes in a sharp breath and then smiles at me. His dimples appear and his eyes flash. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
If I’d known he was waiting for an invitation, I would have demanded sex sooner. I gasp when he picks me up and takes me into his bedroom and puts me down in the middle of the bed.
“Do we need to dry off first?” His sheets are going to be drenched in no time. A few drops of water fall from the tips of his black hair. He doesn’t seem to care.
“I don’t have time for that. I need to taste you right now, Kinsey Lea Walker.” His voice has a low growl to it that has the desire in me tightening.
Heat pours through me as he hovers over me and stares down into my eyes. I can see his need for me. I can practically feel it. The passion between us is like a living being. Strong and powerful. It needs to be fed.
A shudder runs through me when his lips come down on mine. The kiss starts out soft but quickly turns into a hungry mating of mouths. His muscles bunch under my touch. He slides a knee between mine and spreads my legs wide.
I groan when he settles his body onto mine. He holds most of his weight off of me as he continues to devour me. I wrap my legs around him and grind into his hard member. The silky yet hard feel of his long thick length has me moaning. He is going to feel so good. I just know it.
With great care, he kisses his way down my neck and then runs his fangs over my shoulder. I moan and grind harder against his erection. A husky chuckle comes from him right before he moves downward. His tongue lapping up water droplets as he goes.
He looks up at me and whispers over my pebbled nipple. “Your reaction to my fangs is a good sign. I think you are going to love my bite. But it won’t happen just yet.”
I arch into him as his lips surround my aching bud. The pulse between my legs beats wildly. I rub harder against his solid body. I need relief. I hope he gives it to me real soon.
As I watch him suck and tease my nipple something shifts in my chest. He is such a caring lover. With him being so handsome that surprises me. Any female would drop her clothes for him—caring lover or not. He’s so flipping handsome. And so thoughtful in bed. That’s something he doesn’t have to be with me since I’m here for his pleasure.
When he rolls one nipple and sucks the other I cry out and arch hard against him. Lust is surging through me. The tension in my core is quickly becoming unbearable.
He releases my nipple with a soft growl and then starts kissing his way down. His tongue catches several drops of water still clinging to my body. I gasp and then groan when he slides down and spreads my legs wider. He inhales deeply and his eyes glow a little brighter as he stares at my pussy.
The look in his eyes lets me know why he has me shave—he loves feminine curves. Even small fleshy lady lumps. My theory is confirmed when he leans forward and inhales, a groan rumbles from his chest. I watch his tongue lick my wet slit.
This time he growls softly. It’s almost a purr. His pretty eyes close as he licks me over and over again. I want him to suck my aching clit but the expression on his face lets me know he’s not moving on until he’s ready.
My arms give out when he delves his tongue into my aching channel. I drop down onto the bed and shiver as he repeatedly plunges his tongue into me. Fisting the sheets, I moan and writhe on the bed.
When I start panting in need, he moves up and latches onto the little pearl within my wet folds. My pulse races and I tremble as he pushes me closer to ecstasy. A part of me doesn’t want to come yet but another part is more than ready.
I grind my hips against his mouth and grip his wet hair. As an explosion of color blasts before my eyes, I cry out and tighten my hold on him. I tremble as I come hard. His tongue is now slowly caressing my clit, keeping my pleasure coming.
He doesn’t stop until I sag into the bed. “That was so good.”
A soft growl comes from him as he starts kissing his way up my body. “It’s about to get even better.”
I don’t see how but his confident tone makes me believe him.
He continues kissing a path up my curves, nibbling along the way. My hands slide over his shoulders and along his back. The muscles bunch and flex under my touch. When he starts sucking my nipples an arrow of renewed lust shoots downward. Carnal desire starts pooling in my core and heating my blood.
My body has never responded to a lover the way it does to Din Tairin. It’s scary and exciting.
When he nips at my nipple I feel his fangs graze my flesh, I moan and arch into him. He has a strange power over me that I can’t deny. I need him.
I grip his solid shoulders as he kisses his way up to my mouth. His lips brush over mine in a gentle kiss that quickly turns demanding. He settles the hard length of his shaft into my slick folds and rocks gently at first and then with more urgency.
The passion in me ignites. I start rocking against him as the need in me builds.
“I need you now, seema.”
His voice is passion roughened and it sends out a signal that heightens my need. “Then take me.”
A touch of fear slides through me when he fits the tip of his huge shaft to my opening. He inhales and then growls softly.
“I won’t hurt you. I’ll go slow until my cock adjusts to your size. Relax, seema.” He breathes into my ear causing heat to replace my fear.
His warmth surrounds me as he starts sliding into me. He grips me tightly as he merges our bodies. The pressure has me gasping and then panting. His breath blows over my neck as he continues to inch forward.
I’ve never felt anything like it. He’s so big he could hurt me but he doesn’t. He continues at a slow steady pace. Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, he growls and his cocks thickens.
His groan fills the room right before he pushes in a little deeper. His fangs sink into my neck at the same time the bulge at the base of his cock slides through my folds and presses into my clit.
I cry out and convulse beneath him as pure pleasure bursts through my body. Every nerve ending pulses from the bliss washing through me. Lights flash brightly before my eyes. He releases a warning growl and then starts pumping his hips.
The feel of his massive shaft sliding in and out of me has me crying out again. I tremble and my toes curl in ecstasy. He removes his fangs and m
oans and grunts as he rides me hard.
My wet pussy pulses around his shaft. Each thrust has his unique patch of skin pressing into my sensitive clit. It keeps the pleasure coming until he grips me tightly and drives into me one last time.
He growls passionately as his body jerks and his seed shoots into me. I feel the powerful jets and moan at the bliss they bring. Another shiver courses through me as he sinks down onto me and breaths heavily against my neck.
“That was amazing,” I whisper.
He nuzzles my neck and then rolls us to our sides. “Yes, it was, little seema. And we get to do it as much as we want.” He places a sweet kiss against my ear. “It’s time for you to move your things into this bedroom. From now on you will sleep with me.”
A thrill runs through me. He wants me close. I want the same thing. “Yes, Din Tairin.”
No more words are necessary. I stroke the curls around his ear until his breathing slows to a sleeping rhythm.
In the dark, a shiver races through me. This one is not a good shiver. I’m getting too attached to him. His amazing lovemaking and command for me to move into his bedroom makes me long to be with him forever.
That’s not good at all. He could die, like Milo. Or he could get bored with me like David.
I start stroking his hair again. I need the connection to him. The feel of him does something to me. It’s dangerous but I can’t escape it.
I have to protect my heart but relish the moment. I can do that. I feel better now that I know what I have to do. There is no way I’ll fall for him but I will enjoy him while I can.
I can do this.
CHAPTER
12
~ Kinsey Lea ~
♥
A soft blade of grass tickles my thigh, I shift.
Keeping my eyes closed I breathe in the fresh air. I feel calm and ready to face anything. I’m glad Din Tairin suggested we do some meditating outside.
He usually does it at night in the living room but this is lovely. I take in a deep breath and frown. A masculine scent floats in the air. It mingles with my warrior’s.
A few sharp inhales come from several sides of me. My eyes spring open and I gape at the group of males around us. Din Tairin is smiling as he climbs to his feet. He holds a hand out to me and helps me up.
When I see several pairs of eyes look up and down my body, I leap behind my pretty eyed alien. “I need to go inside.”
“No, seema. These are my friends. They have come over to practice.” He pulls me from behind him.
“You will be serving us drinks and making sure our glasses stay full.” I look down at my clothing and shake my head. Din Tairin releases a warning growl. “Is that understood?”
I gesture down my body. “I can’t do that dressed like this,” I whisper.
“Yes, you can and you will. You are dressed properly for a seema. Today you will learn to address my friends, family, and superiors. Prepare yourself, seem.”
He turns me toward his friends. Heat infuses my body. Hell, even my hair feels hot. This is flipping fucking wrong. My breathing grows more ragged. I don’t like this at all.
I turn pleading eyes toward Din Tairin. “It won’t take long for me to get dressed in something more decent. I can move real fast.” As a warrior he can probably appreciate that.
Several sniffs float through the air. I start when I realize that Tairin does that a lot too. It must be a zaphinian thing. I hope I don’t stink.
Determination fills Din Tairin’s pretty eyes. “You will do as you are told, seema.”
I barely hold back an angry retort. He can be such an ass at times.
I hear a deep sniff and then a chuckle. When I look to the side, I see a warrior with a blank face but humor in his sparkling icy eyes.
I frown at him and he chuckles openly. “You’ve got your hands full with this one, Din Tairin.”
Din Tairin gestures toward the icy eyed devil. “Kinsey Lea, you will stare into Din Ryk WavTe’s eyes until he nods to release you.”
Hump, so that’s the devil’s name. I’ll have to remember Din Ryk. His gaze rakes over my body before coming back to mine and then he raises a brow at me. An eyebrow that has a scar through it. That scar makes him look quite dangerous.
I shift uncomfortably and then do as I was told. A second after looking into his three-tone blue eyes, I feel a strange sensation wash through me. It feels as though he’s reading my soul. I long to look away but I can’t. What the flipping fuck?
Din Ryk’s gaze softens slightly and then he nods once. I feel a nudge and look up at Din Tairin. What? The mind suck I just went through has me dazed. I don’t think I’m going to like being around so many severe males. I hope they leave soon and never come back.
Din Tairin inhales and the small vents along his nose flare. His gaze softens for a second and then hardens. Oh hell.
He points at the next male. “That nod freed you to address the next Din. Go ahead and address Din Ryk’s brother, Din Dax.”
The sun comes out from behind some clouds and its rays glint down on us. I quickly notice the blue highlights in the brothers’ black hair. Din Dax has a strong square chin like his brother. Both males look stubborn as all get out.
Another nudge from Din Tairin has me looking up into Din Dax’s eyes. I quickly lose myself in green and gold eyes. A shiver runs through me as the large male searches my soul.
At his nod, I look away. The next male is pointed out. “Now address Din Lor OcanTi.”
This one tilts his head and I notice that he has red highlights in his black hair. He must be fiery. I’ll have to watch him too. He inhales and humor lights his pretty silver and blue eyes.
I swallow hard as his gaze changes to serious. I feel the probe of his gaze all the way to my toes. I don’t know what the purpose of all this staring is but I do know I don’t like it.
At his nod, my shoulders drop. Shit, I didn’t even know I’d tensed up. These guys are too much for me. I glance down Din Lor’s body and see that he has a length of cord strapped to a belt around his waist. The others have weapons as well, but damn, what does he do with cord?
At his chuckle my gaze darts back up to his. A twinkle flits through his eyes right before he winks at me.
I look up at Din Tairin and see him looking amused. “Din Lor is a big flirt. You’ll get used to him. Now address Din Ash QuanLo.”
The wind blows Din Ash’s black hair, he doesn’t even brush the almost shoulder length strands back. My gaze moves to the black strands caught in his trimmed beard. The facial hair looks good on him.
When I hear a throat clear, I remember what I was supposed to be doing. Flipping fuck. These guys are just too powerful and intense. I can’t think clearly with them all towering over me.
I look up into Din Ash’s purple and blue eyes. The beauty of them quickly pulls me in. His soul search is just as deep as the others. I hope they can’t read my mind. I release a breath when he nods.
“Now my brother, seema.”
I look up into Din Zairin’s eyes. They are familiar but today they hold my gaze tightly. I feel something surge through me. His gold and purple eyes brighten for a second before he dips his chin.
Whew! That was horrible.
Din Tairin smiles down at me. The sight of his dimples does something totally different to me than the feeling his friends gave me. His grin broadens. The sight of his pearly fangs sends a shiver through me. I know what those fangs can do. Heat pools in my lower belly.
The sound of a chuckle has me jerking and fire stroking my cheeks. “Flipping fuck,” I whisper low enough that they shouldn’t hear. I hear another chuckle and feel another wave of fire move across my cheeks. Surely they didn’t hear me.
“You did well, seema. Now go get us some stros and put the glasses on the table. You will keep them full.”
I don’t like Din Tairin’s commanding tone but when I frown Din Ryk chuckles and Din Tairin stares hard at me. I don’t like that look in his eyes. My stomach drops
as I turn and head into the house to do as I was told.
“Flipping fuck. I have to do better.” If he gets tired of me I don’t know what I’ll do. Even though I love my bird friends, I don’t want to be parted from Din Tairin. I bang a glass down too hard on the counter and cringe.
I blow out a breath when I see that I didn’t break it. “Just enjoy him while you can. Don’t get attached. Don’t get attached.”
Focusing on my chore helps calm me. I can do this. I can be cool and just enjoy the moment. I don’t need a family or love. A ghost of pain mists through my chest, my hands tremble as I push the longing aside.