Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 2

by Black, Jaid

  “I have never heard music.”

  Zoe looked up at Vaden, her heart just about to break. Chills coated her forearms and made her shiver. “You’ve never heard music? Honestly?”

  “Why would I lie?” He turned to face the mist, but Zoe couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or annoyed. “I know the definition of the word. I simply have no frame of reference for such a thing.”

  Oh for an mp3 player or even a windup gramophone. How could she make him understand what music was if he’d never heard anything like it before?

  Sensing his emotional retreat, she slipped her arms around his waist and pressed against his back. He tensed for a moment but didn’t push her away. If all he’d wanted was a “dance partner”, he would have left the cabin as soon as his lust was sated. Vaden was obviously lonely. He’d answered her questions and done his best to calm her fears. All of which made him even more attractive than his amazing body and surreal face.

  “Music is important to you?” His tone was hushed and tense.

  “Very much so.” Was he uncomfortable with the unfamiliar concept or was her casual touch arousing him? She moved her hands to his hips then stepped back, feeling deprived as their bodies separated. “If there’s no Paridagon equivalent of music, you’re going to get really tired of hearing me sing.”

  He turned around and looked at her, but his expression was impossible to read. They finished showering in companionable silence, Zoe lost in thought.

  Purpose burned away her helplessness and allowed her to think beyond the moment. It was obvious she wasn’t going home anytime soon, so there was no sense making Vaden miserable. He hadn’t done this to her. The jerk who’d sold her the dress was responsible for this debacle, but he was well out of reach for at least twelve “lunar cycles”.

  So the question became, what did she want to do with her time while she was stuck in this galaxy? Obviously, she wanted to learn as much about these people as possible, but she also wanted to share a bit of her culture with them.

  The performing arts were her life. She’d had her first dance class at age four and performed in high school and community theater productions. Her dream had been to attend Julliard, but she’d landed a role on Broadway at sixteen instead and spared herself the burden of massive student loans.

  Now she was faced with the most miraculous opportunity imaginable. An entire population who had never experienced the wonder of music or dance? It was tragic, and yet it fired her up as nothing else could.

  Perhaps she’d been brought here for a reason. Artistic Ambassador to Paridago?

  Vaden handed her a towel as she stepped out of the shower with a smile. “Thanks.” She could start with her dance partner and see how her efforts were received.

  “Have you worked through your confusion? You seem…better now.”

  With her new crusade to guide her, she didn’t feel so lost. She suspected her bouts of homesickness and anger were far from over, but she had a clear grasp on what was and what was not within her grasp. “I’m trying not to take this out on you.”

  “Then I’ll do the same.” Before she could anticipate his meaning, he was on his knees and his face was pressed into the juncture of her thighs. “Your conflict distracted from your pleasure and you didn’t find release.” He grasped her thighs, urging them apart and bending one knee as her weight shifted to her other foot. “Now you will finish what we started.” She didn’t much care for his bossy tone, but he swiped her cleft with an enthusiastic lick and she forgot to be annoyed. “I’ll never tire of your taste.”

  Words any woman was happy to hear. She rested her head against the wall and hooked her leg over his arm, opening herself for his questing mouth. His lips were warm and his tongue felt so perfect against her clit. Within seconds she was trembling with the first spasm of an orgasm.

  “Not yet, Z.” He circled her opening with his tongue, drawing the tingles away from her clit. “I want a more leisurely taste.”

  “Taste as long as you like.” She laughed. “I love the way you make me feel.”

  His tongue traced her slit over and over then he gently sucked on each delicate fold. He slowly circled her opening until she grabbed the back of his head and ground herself against his mouth. His sexy chuckle assured her that he was aware of her need and still he avoided her most sensitive spots, preferring to drive her insane instead.

  Finally his lips closed around her clit and carefully pulled.

  She arched and shook with the orgasm he’d denied her for so long. Before the last spasm passed, he thrust two fingers into her passage and started the sequence all over again. His fingers slid in and out, his tongue lashed her swollen clit and the pleasure rocketed even higher.

  When he finally raised his head, Zoe was dazed and dizzy, her legs so shaky she slid down the wall. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue tasting of her pleasure, a fact that sent aftershocks pulsing through her overstimulated core.

  “I think you’re trying to kill me,” she whispered against his damp lips.

  “No. That’s just a taste of what awaits you when I return.”

  “You’re leaving?”

  He laughed. “I have a ship to run. I am the commander.”

  “I’ll let you go if you show me how to do one thing?”

  His ink-black brows arched. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission to leave.”

  She pushed to her feet and smiled. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’d like to prepare a surprise for you and I need to be able to record different sounds, preferably overlapping. You turned on the shower with a voice command. Can your ship’s computer make layered audio files?”

  “Of course.” He held out his hand.

  She quickly wrapped herself in a towel before she took his hand then followed him to the built-in desk in the far corner of the outer room. He demonstrated the basic controls and created a level-one logon, which would allow her access to all non-sensitive computer functions.

  “This will allow you to access video files about this galaxy. I know you must be curious about the worlds and peoples you’ll encounter. The majority of my men are Paridagon like me, but there are several other species as well. I’ve highlighted files on the others.”

  “Thank you.”

  He nodded and went to the closet, where he pulled on a solid black uniform. It seemed a shame to cover up his shimmering markings, but the matte material contoured to his impressive shape and she reconsidered. He looked like an action figure come to life. She pressed her lips together to hide her smile. Damn, the man was fine!

  “I’ll have food brought to you if I’m unable to return in a reasonable timeframe, but you must not leave the cabin.” All softness was gone from his voice and expression. He was all commander now. “If I have need of you, I’ll send someone to fetch you.”

  She didn’t appreciate his condescending tone, but she nodded.

  He had almost reached the door when she said, “Vaden?” He looked back and she dropped the towel. “Do you care if I raid your closet? All my clothes are back on Earth.”

  Chapter Three

  The little hellion! Vaden stood at the central command station, staring out across his orderly bridge, but all he could see was Zoe’s alabaster skin, her full breasts and supple legs. He wanted her again.

  No, he hadn’t stopped wanting her since she’d appeared in the transport bay, disoriented and babbling, dark eyes wide with fear. Her taste still lingered on his tongue and yet he wanted her to sit on his face, shaking with pleasure until her cream flowed into his mouth. He wanted to push his cock inside her so deep and so hard that she would never—

  “Commander?” The amusement in Kovar’s voice snapped Vaden back to reality. His second-in-command joined him on the raised dais and asked, “Is there a problem, Sir?”

  He scanned the multitude of readings displayed on the console then shook his head. “Everything is fine. I’m just a bit distracted this afternoon.”

  Kovar grinned and lower
ed his voice. “Then the rumors are true? Your dancer finally arrived?”

  Vaden sighed. Kovar knew him too well for a brush-off. They’d served together since induction training. “She did, but there are complications.”

  “Complications? Was she injured during transportation? Which planet is she from?”

  “Earth.”

  “Ah. Human females can be crafty.”

  Anger surged through Vaden so suddenly his fist was halfway to Kovar’s face before he realized what he was doing. Kovar simply laughed, which only compounded Vaden’s irritation. Zoe was not crafty. She was making the best of a situation she didn’t understand, a situation into which she had been duped.

  “And they tend to trigger our primal natures,” Kovar continued. “Guess I don’t have to ask if she’s affected you that way.”

  “I need to—”

  “Go. And keep your cock inside her until you’re able to concentrate again.”

  Kovar wasn’t the only one laughing as Vaden rushed from the command deck, but he didn’t care. Kovar was right. Until he could stop obsessing about his dancer, he was a hindrance, not a help. Too impatient to wait for a lift, he slid down the utility ladder to the accommodations level two decks below.

  He scanned his cabin door open—and staggered to a halt as it closed behind him.

  What the hell was she doing?

  Every object in the room that wasn’t fused to the floor had been piled on the bunk or slid against the wall. She stood in the middle of the room dressed in one of his undershirts, which she had belted with the neck cloth from his dress uniform.

  “Oh, I’m not ready for you yet!” Her full lower lip rolled outward, coming precariously close to a pout. “Can you come back in about an hour?”

  Not at all the reception he’d expected. He stalked toward her and grabbed her ass with both hands, sliding her up his body. “But I’m ready to come right now.” He barely gave her time to wrap her arms around his neck before his mouth claimed hers.

  She made a soft sound in her throat that could have been surprise or fear, so he waited for her lips to part before he plundered the warm interior of her mouth. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, her body settling more comfortably against his.

  Wrapping one arm around her hips, he freed his other hand to roam. She wore nothing beneath the shirt and he’d never felt anything as soft as her ass cheeks. “I missed you.” He whispered the words against her lips then kissed her again before she could reply. He didn’t want to hear more excuses for why she didn’t want him. She hadn’t actually refused him, but the only time she’d indicated any interest in dancing was when she’d dropped the towel.

  Easing back just far enough to separate their mouths, she whispered, “I sort of trashed the bed. Will the desk take my weight?”

  He looked into her eyes, and desire—and something brighter, something almost alien to him—curled through his being. Refusing to analyze the emotions while his body burned, Vaden rushed to the nearest wall and pressed her back firmly against the smooth surface.

  “The only thing that needs to take your weight is me, and I’m more than capable.”

  To his surprise, she let go of his neck and loosened her legs, trusting him to support her as she reached between their bodies. “Then let’s see what you brought me.”

  The seam on his pants parted and her warm fingers closed around his cock. He closed his eyes and groaned at the simple pleasure of being touched by her.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to warm you up first? I wouldn’t mind a closer look at those markings.”

  The last thing he needed was “warming up”, but her curiosity was obvious. Unable to resist the sweet temptation, he released her legs and let her slide to the floor. He kept her caged between the wall and his body, enjoying the subtly aggressive pose. She was his, only his, and it appeared as if she was starting to accept the fact.

  He moved back, giving her enough room to kneel. Then he put his hands on the wall and let her play.

  She opened the front of his pants as far as possible, but that didn’t seem to satisfy her. She tugged the material to his knees then motioned to his boots. “Can I take them off?” His throat was so dry he couldn’t reply, so he shook his head. “You’re returning to work as soon as we’re done?”

  The disappointment in her tone pleased him far more than it should have. She’d made amazing progress in a few short hours. He’d be a fool to rush her now. With a challenging smile, he flexed his abs and drew her attention back to her task.

  She traced the markings up his thigh and across his hip, but rather than descend as the pattern did, she skimmed her fingers across his lower belly then explored his inner thigh.

  Wicked, wicked little dancer. Had she always been a tease or was this payback for the times he’d kept her waiting?

  “Is the pattern sensitive?” She leaned in and followed the intricate lines from hipbone to mid-thigh with the tip of her tongue, and his head dropped back on his shoulders. The wet heat sank into his flesh and stoked the fires deep inside him. She had no idea what she was doing or how fast he could lose control if she didn’t stop, but he didn’t have the strength to pull her mouth away.

  His cock twitched and his balls tightened—and most shocking of all, his minor penile shaft started to protrude above the other.

  How was this possible? Zoe was human. They couldn’t possibly be compatible.

  Knowing she would be shocked, perhaps repulsed by the differences in their physiology, he tried to pull her back to her feet.

  She shrugged off his hands and gingerly touched the tip of his minor cock. “What is this?” She sounded curious, maybe even fascinated.

  “Don’t touch it or I’ll…” He gulped in air, forcing his stubborn body to relax. And still the appendage lengthened and thickened until it was nearly as large as the shaft below. “I’ll completely lose control.”

  “Okay, no touching. Is that what it looks like? Are you a buy-one-get-one-free sort of guy?”

  He laughed and pulled her to her feet, bringing her hands to his shoulders. “I’m not human. Paridagon males have control over their primary penis. The minor one… It’s highly unusual for it to emerge unless I’m with a Paridagon female.”

  “Why?”

  “The primary penis is for pleasure. The minor is required for reproduction.”

  She nodded, obviously intrigued by the discovery. “This is what you meant when you said you couldn’t get me pregnant before. Do you need to use both for reproduction or just the smaller one?”

  “Both.” He really wasn’t in the mood for a lengthy conversation about Paridagon biology.

  “Then our species can crossbreed?” She was clearly shocked.

  “It takes extensive hormone therapy, which prepares the female’s body to nurture the mixed-blood offspring. There is still no risk that I will impregnate you.”

  Her gaze returned to his groin and a bit of the curiosity faded from her eyes. “If you got me pregnant, that would pretty much ensure that I’d stay here with you. Even after the contract lapsed.”

  He cupped her chin and raised her face. “I would never do that to you. If I could…”

  “If you could what?”

  He clenched his jaw and lowered his arms to his sides. Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone? “I almost said if I could send you back, I would. But I despise liars, so I will not lie. I don’t want you to leave. I’m sorry you didn’t choose to be here and I will do everything in my power to make your stay…pleasant. But right now you’re stuck with me.”

  “‘Pleasant’?” Her warm smile burned through the tension as her hands slid down his body. “With two cocks, I’m pretty sure you can do better than ‘pleasant’.”

  “I should try to retract—” One of her hands closed around each shaft and he groaned. “It’s far more extreme when I use both.” He was panting so hard he could barely form the words. “My body releases hormones that produce a sort of frenzy. I’m n
ot sure you are ready for Paridagon dancing.”

  Sinking into a deep knee bend, she spread her legs wide as she smiled into his eyes. “Is it dangerous or just intense?”

  If she kept this up she was going to find out!

  The shirt barely covered her crotch, but her legs were bare and the position was overtly provocative. She licked the tip of one cock and then the other. His minor shaft was so sensitive, the pleasure blinded him and his heart momentarily lost its rhythm. Then she focused on his major cock, sucking him deep as her hand gently worked his other shaft.

  He would not spill in her mouth. He wanted to feel her ass and her cunt clench him together as she came. No other sensation would satisfy; everything else was just dancing.

  Pulling her to her feet, he tore the tie from her waist and took off the barrowed shirt. Then he tugged his boots off so violently one went flying across the room. She helped him out of his pants and his uniform top soon joined the other garments strewn about the floor.

  They came together skin-to-skin, rubbing and pressing, exploring with eager hands as their mouths fused in a soul-stealing kiss. This was happening so fast. He was staggered by the depths of his desire, but she must be completely overwhelmed.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” He searched her eyes for the answer, not sure he could trust her words. She was utterly dependent upon him and they both knew it. Still, he didn’t want her to offer her body out of a sense of obligation. “We can wait until I’m calmer, more in control.”

  “Everything about this is wild and wondrous. Why should this be any different? I didn’t go out looking for an adventure, but here I am. I intend to savor every moment we have together and experience everything this world has to offer.”

  The ending insinuated by her words was that she’d return to Earth. He closed his eyes for a moment as disappointment flooded his soul. What had he expected? She hadn’t even come here of her own free will.