Battling Rapture

by Stormie Kent

  She sat on the bed cross-legged. She’d taken off her leggings. Her bare knees peeked through the slits in her bisected skirt. She glared at him as he closed the door, then looked away. She didn’t pout exactly. Niki wasn’t the type. She did look pissed as hell and he scanned the room for anything she could use as a projectile.

  He shed his clothes quickly. He reached for the mini-jammer. She stiffened, but continued to sit there, pretending to ignore him. He also noted she was hurt. He’d missed it as she yelled and hurled the lantern in the other room, but he could feel it now. Somehow, it changed how he wanted to approach her.

  “Niki, I’ve taken off my clothes. If you smell me again, you will see I told the truth. I haven’t lain with another woman.”

  She didn’t say anything, so he moved closer and sat on the bed beside her. He pulled her to his chest, making sure to keep her arms pinned beneath his. She lay stiffly at first. Gradually, she relaxed.

  She tried to pull away and he let her. She slid her body over on the bed.

  “This doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you again,” she said.

  Her manner irritated him. “Of course you are. You’re mine and you want me. Why do you fight it?”

  “I am not yours and I don’t want you. Whoever told you that was a liar.” She went to her hands and knees and attempted to crawl to the other side of the large bed.

  He caught her legs and pulled her back. She lay on her stomach. Her constant denial of her attraction to him annoyed him. She didn’t realize the challenge she presented every time her words didn’t match what his senses told him. He could smell her arousal. It never abated. If he touched her, it was stronger. Forcing him to chase her brought out the primitive in him.

  Hypersensitives were all pretty in tune with their animal natures. Every time she fought or tried to escape him, it excited him. He pushed her dress up, straddled her legs and began to undo the fastener in the back.

  “Get off me, you oaf.” She pushed up onto her hands, which allowed him to work the dress up under her armpits.

  He breathed out slowly to center himself. Her movements caused her firm rounded ass to undulate against his cock. He moved down slightly and pulled her torso up so she knelt on the bed between his legs. He pulled the dress over her head while she was disoriented. He flung the garment away and reached for her breasts with both hands.

  He’d never been so excited about a pair of breasts in his life. They filled his large hands with a slight overflow. Her skin was the smoothest he’d ever felt and simply holding their weight in his hands made him happy. He molded them gently and pinched her nipples between his pointer and middle fingers. She shuddered and he let her erratic breathing tell him whether she liked his attentions or not.

  She shook her head suddenly, as if trying to clear it, and then began pulling on his arms. She twisted against him in an effort to get away and he wanted to howl in protest. He released her suddenly and she fell forward. He caught the hands that she had planned to use to break her fall and eased her to the bed himself. He held her down with his weight and reached for one of the pillows. He pulled the case from the pillow and began to tear the case into strips.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. She tried to sit up, but his weight was too much for her.

  “You don’t seem to want to take the pleasure I offer you. Judging from the way you responded earlier, you will only surrender when you have no choice,” he said.

  “You’re not going to force me.” She said it as a statement and not a question.

  “Your pussy is wet enough that I don’t think force would be necessary. But no, you’re going to ask me to fuck you.”

  “I suppose you want me to say please too.” Her tone was sardonic.

  “Only if you feel you must.” He tied her wrists again. He took extra time to make certain she would not be hurt.

  He wasn’t out of control tonight, so hopefully he would pay attention to any pain signals she displayed.

  He readjusted her body so she lay correctly on the bed on her back, and then used another strip of the pillowcase to attach her ties to the headboard. He moved away briefly to allow her to tug on the binding. He let her determine for herself that they were secure.

  “You’re a kinky bastard,” she muttered.

  He grinned at her. “Earlier we fought. I won, I might add.” He paused while she made a rude noise. “Now we’ll see how long you can last before you ask me to slide into your tight, wet, warm pussy. I’ll even take a command, though you’ll get better results being nice.” He grinned at her.

  “Eat me,” she said.

  “I plan to, but not just yet.”

  “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

  He shrugged. “Be careful what you ask for.”

  He smiled, but there wasn’t anything humorous about the situation. There weren’t many things an Ordanian could become addicted to. But just the sight of her caused his body to shake. Maybe she was his addiction. Certainly, her smell fed his craving. He wanted to go slowly with her, but his body urged him to devour her. His instincts goaded him to consume her.

  Her skin dazzled. Her shape beckoned. He wanted to mark her. He took a step back. She twisted and turned with her head flung back as she tried to wriggle from the binding. And her breasts. He closed his eyes for a moment. He could spend a lifetime caressing them, kissing them, fondling them.

  He needed a moment. If not, he would fall on her body, rip those tiny green panties from her and—

  “Did you fall asleep over there? If you let me go now, I’ll forget about this.” Her tone was biting, yet still sexy as hell.

  He had it bad. Rhine slowly came to grips with what was keeping him rooted to the spot. If he wanted to mark her—and he really did—he wasn’t planning on giving her up.

  “Look, gigantosaurus, it’s kind of chilly in here. Either do something or let me have my clothes.”

  She wasn’t even nice to him.

  He opened his eyes and stared at her. He didn’t mask his emotions. He allowed everything he felt to show. She gasped and tried to scoot up on the bed.

  “Calling me names won’t stop the inevitable,” he said.

  He climbed on the bed and caught her leg. He tugged her toward him so she was lying flat on her back again. He pulled her panties from her slowly, despite her jerking movements. They were already slightly damp and her arousal prodded him to hurry. He tortured himself revealing her skin bits at a time. When her slit came into view, he smiled at the smooth, bare flesh. She fought him, but her folds told a different story.

  They were plump, wet and, if he remembered correctly, delicious. He discarded the scrap of fabric and buried his face in her pussy. She was as spicy as her personality, but he caught the middle notes of sweetness too. He inhaled deeply as he opened his mouth and began to lap at her juices. His gaze travelled up over her firm, quivering stomach and heaving breasts. Her eyes were locked on his face between her legs and the way she held her bottom lip between her teeth forced him to double his efforts.

  She could lie with her mouth all she wanted. She wanted him. Her eyes said so. The tremble in her limbs said so. Every lick of his tongue gathered moisture from her pussy and yet more appeared, racing toward his waiting mouth, and tongue. Surely, he’d never encountered another woman as continually drenched as this one. If he wasn’t the cause of it, he would be after tonight.

  She didn’t want to be touched, but her body craved it. He planned on touching every inch of her and continuing to do so until she automatically leaned into him when he neared. She’d already forced him to desire her. To have any peace, he would have to train her to want him and only him.

  He pushed her unresisting thighs against the mattress and kissed her pussy intimately. He tugged on the outer lips, nipping her slightly. He almost smiled when the passion he could feel inside her flared higher. He speared her canal with his tongue and was immediately rewarded as her muscles tightened around his tongue and she produced m
ore nectar, which he quickly devoured. Her clit was prominent in its fleshy home and he considered its plumpness an invitation.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth and she moaned deeply. She lifted her hips, thrusting against his suctioning mouth. He absorbed her pleasure, monitoring it carefully. She gasped and moaned continuously now. He had to be careful. He needed to bring her to the brink and not a step over.

  “Oh, right there. I’m going to come,” she whispered.

  He released her clit with a groan of his own. He kissed the flesh of her inner thigh before doing the same to her belly and sides. If he wasn’t going to feast on her pussy, he wanted to plunge his cock into her. But he wouldn’t. Not until she asked.

  “What are you doing? You aren’t finished.” Her voice was plaintive and she bucked beneath him.

  He ignored her words as he buried his face between her amazing breasts. He slid his cheeks over each of her puckered nipples. The contrast between the nipples’ texture and the smoothness of the globes of her tits distracted him. He brought his hands up and molded each one. The contrast between his lightly tanned skin and the golden-brown of her flesh fascinated him. She was truly a delight for the eyes.

  He brought his cock to rest along her pussy’s open lips and rubbed. They moaned at the same time and he couldn’t resist capturing her parted lips with his own. He kissed her, allowing his tongue to sink into her mouth as he desperately wanted his cock to do with her pussy. She brought her legs up slowly and pressed them against his ass.

  She contorted and almost succeeded in creating the right angle for him to enter her as he slid past the opening to her pussy. He adjusted and moved one of his hands down to clutch at her ass. He pressed their pelvises closer. He held her still. He paused in kissing her. Their mouths remained desperately open as they panted into each other mouths in a failed attempt to catch their breath.

  He never slowed his hip movements, but he did knead the roundness of her ass. The feel of it was just as amazing as her breasts. He wondered if all the women from her planet were so ample and plush. Surely such a small woman didn’t need so much cushion. He squeezed her again and she gasped. He decided she was built for his pleasure. If everything else about her delighted him, why wouldn’t her ass as well. He told her so.

  “That’s stupid,” she gasped against his mouth. “And also completely irrelevant. Why have you stopped?”

  “You know why. I told you what I want from you.” He kissed down her jawline and licked the side of her collarbone.

  The slight saltiness of her skin pleased him. He kissed and sucked her neck. He enjoyed every whimper she made. Then he realized his hip movements were pushing her toward her climax. He abruptly stopped. It almost killed him.

  “No!” she screamed.

  He bit down on her shoulder without breaking the skin. She shuddered.

  He lifted his head, and looked into her eyes. “Ask me for what you want.”

  She whimpered before leaning forward to rest her forehead against his.

  “It’s so easy. Just ask me to fuck you and I will slide into you as slowly or swiftly as you like. I’ll rub your pretty clit for you and let you come.”

  Though he felt like taking what she so clearly offered, he knew he must make it her choice in the end. He never wanted her to say the decision wasn’t hers. Or worse, deny she’d wanted him later. Minutes ticked by as he clutched her, fully conscious of his cock wedged between her folds, dripping with her juices and his precum.

  He sighed and began his tactile assault again. He pulled the lobe of her ear into his mouth and sucked.

  “Fine!” She took a deep breath. “Fine. Fuck me. Fast and hard, please, since you’re taking requests.”

  He smiled against her neck before shifting, aligning the crown of his cock with her slippery opening. He kissed her lips and, honoring her request, he pressed his entire length inside her. She bucked and cursed. He paused for a moment to absorb the wonder and tightness of her inner walls. He waited to determine if he’d hurt her.

  She clenched her inner muscles and he nipped at her lower lip in return before pulling his mouth away.

  “Let’s go,” she said. Her legs tightened around his waist.

  He hoped she was close. He wasn’t going to last long. He pulled almost entirely out of her before slamming back in. The tight glove of her cunt was tenacious in trying to suck him back.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He had his senses wide open to search her for signs of pain. It was there, but fleeting, appearing as he drove home inside her, then disappearing into tendrils of bliss. He imagined he felt every corner of her pussy as the tight sheath nestled him each moment he was inside her. It was one of the most decadent moments of his life, yet he knew he’d held out too long and wouldn’t last much longer. Her pussy was just as snug as he remembered and it felt as if she milked him, massaging the climax from him.

  He moved his fingers to her clit, never ceasing the driving force she’d asked for. He worked her button and was satisfied when he felt her spasm around his cock. He didn’t let up, not the clit stimulation or his thrusts. She screamed and the sound traveled down his spine and settled in the base. He thrust twice more before pulling in as close to her as he could get. He released his seed in jerks. His climax cascaded through him, almost painful in its intensity.

  He came down slowly, glad he had shielded her more fragile body from his full weight even in the fuzzy aftermath of his climax. Satisfaction coursed through him as he realized their sweaty bodies helped their scents transfer. Not only would another hyper know she was his, they would also know he was hers.

  Her body still shuddered. He ignored his own desire to recover and, propped on his elbows, released the tie from the headboard. He didn’t unbind her wrists yet. As he massaged her arms, she quieted. Her last shiver subsided, along with a deep sigh.

  He kissed her and she allowed it. Her pussy tightened around him and he savored the feeling before carefully sliding out of her. She winced and he controlled the urge to wince with her.

  “Give me a minute,” she said quietly.

  She closed her eyes and was asleep in seconds. He unbound her wrists and checked for damage. There was none. He gathered her close and arranged them both on their sides so he could spoon behind her. He brushed sweaty locks of hair from her face and concentrated on the feel of holding her in his arms without her trying to break his nose or crush his balls. Certainly he was making progress.

  Chapter Five

  “Niki.”

  She opened her eyes. Her gaze locked with Rhine’s. He knelt beside the bed. A lock of his hair nearly covered his amazing blue eyes and she reached out without thinking, and pushed it behind his ears. The smile started in his eyes. She groaned. These little tender moments needed to stop. She rolled over on her back.

  “You need to get up. The communicator will be finished shortly.” He stood and loomed over her.

  “Why are you so tall?” She was a little irritable. She covered her eyes with her arm.

  “Is that a real question?”

  He moved around and she felt something drop on the blanket which covered her. She looked down at the green dress and leggings she’d worn earlier. She rolled her eyes and sat up. She tugged herself into the dress sleepily and then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and clean up a bit. When she returned to the bedroom, he held out the leggings.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Your legs must be covered.” His tone was harsh again.

  This wasn’t the man who had worked her body so expertly a few hours before. She snatched the leggings from him and put them on. Typical man. They were all mercurial and bossy.

  When she stood, he pulled her into his arms. She wouldn’t admit it, but she really liked the way he smelled. Well, now that he didn’t smell as if he’d just come from a strip club. Dancers. She stiffened and he rubbed her back until she relaxed against him again.

  “We have somewhere to be,” she reminded him.


  He pulled away and she searched out her shoes. They walked into Tor’s room. The communicator was smaller than she thought it would be, considering all the work and parts that had gone into it.

  “Are you ready, Niki?” Gunter asked.

  She nodded. They turned the machine on.

  “Put the private locator code in,” Tor told Olaf.

  There was a pinging sound. “What is that?” she whispered.

  “It is ringing,” Rhine said.

  She had to admit, she’d expected the Contu guards to come barging in and ruin all the men’s work. The screen changed from gray to full color. A man’s face filled the space. She identified the blond man as Cam’s husband, Lord Huntu. He was kind of scary looking up close.

  “Where are you?” he said.

  “We are guests in the Tuetvon fortress,” Rhine responded.

  “Where are they? Do they have Niki?”

  Niki’s head felt fuzzy as she heard Camryn’s voice. Suddenly, her familiar face squeezed in next to her husband’s on the screen. Her smile was the widest she’d ever seen.

  Niki gazed at her for a moment, noticing how good she looked. She looked happy. She finally remembered her purpose and signed, “Don’t speak.”

  Camryn blinked and signed back,” Okay.”

  The men talked around Niki, but she ignored them and concentrated on getting her message across.

  Niki signed, “We are being held hostage. We are in danger. Help.”

  Camryn’s eyes rose from Niki’s hands and Niki recognized the expression in her big, brown eyes. That was fury at its best.

  Camryn signed, “Somebody’s going to die.”

  Niki laughed. She couldn’t help herself. She felt tears at the back of her eyes and breathed through the urge to cry. She was so close to having Camryn back. Suddenly, the feed was cut. She pinched the skin between her thumb and pointer finger to help halt the flow of her tears. She calmed enough to focus on the group.