by Draven, Zoey
And Cara couldn’t deny that she was more than a little curious about what fooling around with him would be like.
With a deep inhale, she made her decision. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered the blade from his neck, judging his reaction carefully. His pupils flared as she set the blade down on the rubber mat.
Before she could draw another breath…Devix sliced through her tunic with a single claw, from the neckline, all the way to the hem.
It was sexy as hell, making her squirm beneath him. Then, he sliced through the pants she’d sewed together.
“Hey!”
“I will give you more material,” he growled, ripping the pants off her body so fast she didn’t realize she was completely naked until she felt his heat against her.
He had her nude in record time and he hissed out a long breath, eyes raking over her in blatant male appreciation, as she lay there, bared to him.
“Luxiva,” he growled, leaning down to nudge his forehead against her own, in a small gesture she found…sweet. Her heart fluttered in her chest, so close to him that she could see he had silver flecks in his eyes. “You are…unparalleled.”
Then he moved. He was careful of his horns as he navigated down her body. Cara gasped when his roughened fingertips, warm against her skin, stroked the tips of her nipples, back and forth, back and forth, gently at first before adding more delicious pressure.
“Devix,” she whispered, before his mouth latched onto one peak, pulling and sucking one breast.
And then his tongue lapped at her and Cara jerked…because his tongue was ridged. It felt like he had small hardened knobs all over it and it felt so damned amazing that wetness leaked from her, coating her inner thigh.
“Yes, baby,” she breathed, her hands shifting over his back, tugging his shirt up to feel his skin. He unlatched his lips briefly to rip the material off, baring his muscled chest and abdomen to her, before returning to her other breast, laving it with his tongue.
It felt like he was worshipping her, Cara thought. He tongued her breasts and sucked on her nipples with an intensity that bordered on obsession, as his fingertips traced down her sides, to below her belly button, to the tops of her thighs…but never where she needed him the most.
Eventually, Cara grew impatient, squirming beneath him when the pleasure made her movements urgent.
His eyes were watching her as he sucked at her breasts, alternating between each one, taking his damned sweet time, watching and enjoying it as she became more and more unhinged.
“Devix,” she pleaded, gripping his shoulders, shifting her hips beneath him, making him sink more fully against her. He groaned and she gasped, feeling that sound vibrate his damn tongue, which just so happened to be lapping at her left nipple.
Oh my God. What could that tongue do when he purred? she wondered. All those ridges…
Cara shivered just thinking about it and Devix finally took pity on her, releasing one breast with a wet sucking sound that was completely naughty and completely filthy.
“One of these nights,” he began in a voice as dark as space, as he toyed with her nipples just rough enough to make her spine arch, “I will suck these until you orgasm from it.”
“You can certainly try,” she couldn’t help but tease, her voice coming out a little breathless. She’d never cum from just having her breasts played with, but something told her that Devix could bring her there. Easily. “But until then, you should explore other areas.”
His lips quirked in a half-smile that threaten to devastate her. Cara couldn’t even imagine what he looked like when he actually smiled…or, heaven forbid, laughed. It was so unexpectedly sensual that her inner thighs got another drenching.
“Impatient, demanding female,” he murmured down to her, his eyes so dark she could see her reflection in them. “I should punish you and then show you the benefits of waiting.”
“No, don’t,” she whispered. “I—I don’t think I can wait right now. You can punish me later.”
The lines of his body changed, becoming tense and tight, when before he was relaxed. “Tev?”
Cara’s lips parted when she realized her alien just might be into the whole punishment thing.
So, she smiled and purred, “I’ll let you spank me later if you make me cum now.”
There was that sound again. The muted roaring purr. Oh yes, her alien liked that thought. He wanted to spank her and if Cara played her cards right, she might convince him to tie her up while he did it. She’d never had anyone do that to her before, but it was one of her favorite fantasies, the one that made her cum the hardest when she was alone.
Just thinking about him spanking her made her shiver and lick her lips in need.
Devix shifted down her body quicker than she thought possible. He wrenched open her thighs, his large, calloused palms holding her just above her knees.
A rumbling purr became a constant fixture from his chest as he stared at her, his eyes intent on her pink, wet flesh. His rapt gaze made her gush a little more and he growled, watching that drip from between her lips to the rubber mat beneath them.
“Devix,” she moaned, trying to rotate her hips, lost in intense, mind-numbing lust that should’ve frightened her. “Please!”
And then he was there, burying his head between her legs, lapping that ridged tongue between her folds, capturing all the arousal that coated her and drinking it down. He was like a male possessed, a male starved for her.
And all Cara could do was breathe in, breathe out, and try to handle the exquisite pleasure he was gifting her with.
When she gave a strangled groan as he lapped at her engorged clit, he paused and then began focusing his attention there, learning where she liked and needed to be touched. When he gave her sensitive nub a small, gentle suck, Cara’s hips bucked, her stomach muscles clenched…and then she was cumming. So quickly and so intensely that she could only scream.
Devix purred against her, flicking that vibrating tongue against her clit, wrenching her orgasm out of her…until another orgasm came, right on the heels of the last.
“O-oh my God,” she whispered, eyes wide, feeling it build and build and build. Then she squeezed her eyes shut, hearing a scream before she realized it was coming from her. “Devix!”
He was relentless and he groaned between her thighs, lapping at her cream.
“More, female,” he rasped against her. “Give me more.”
“I-I don’t know if I can, baby,” she murmured, her chest heaving as she came down from her second orgasm. She’d never had multiple in her life, had honestly always thought that it was a myth despite what she’d read in Cosmo.
“Give me more,” he demanded and went right back to work.
“Oh my God,” she choked out, her fingertips coming to her sensitive breasts, playing with her nipples that he’d sucked on so thoroughly moments before. When he saw her toying with them, his tongue grew even more frantic against her…and unbelievably, she began to feel the beginnings of yet another orgasm.
Sounds she never knew she could make fell from her lips as she came for the third time. She pinched her nipples hard, feeling the slight, stinging pain fuel her pleasure. His name echoed around the room as she chanted it over and over again.
Finally, she fell limp, her forehead damp, her body warm and flushed from head-to-toe. When he began yet again, she huffed out an exhausted laugh and begged, “No more, please. I really can’t.”
“You said that before,” he purred, the wicked, wicked alien. When she looked between her legs, she saw him licking his lips, savoring her cum, lapping at her inner thighs, licking every last drop.
The sight was almost enough to make her want more. But she knew she was spent. To redirect his attention, she tugged him until he crawled up her body, leaning down when he was level with her breasts to give her one last, lingering nuzzle there.
Cara sighed, a soft, relaxed smile on her face. Then she murmured, “Your turn, baby.”
“My turn?” he ques
tioned, running the tips of his claws under her breasts, making goosebumps erupt over her skin.
“Don’t you want to cum too?” she murmured, stroking her hands down his chest. His nipples were pierced and she ran her fingernails over the golden bars, eliciting another growl. He had an amazing body, impossibly strong, chiseled to perfection.
His eyes flared at her question, revealing his need, but she was confused when he shook his head. “Nix, female. That was for you.”
She frowned, even though her body was still humming from those mind-blowing orgasms. “But…I want to reciprocate.”
That half-smile again…goddamn.
He stroked his fingers through her hair in a gentle gesture that hurt her teeth, it was so sweet.
“I fear that if you touch me right now,” he growled, “I will not be able to control myself. If you touched me right now, I would have you on your hands and knees in a moment, rutting you like a beast from behind.”
Cara’s breath hitched and in her mind’s eye, she saw it so effortlessly, that image becoming crystal clear.
“Would you spank me as you did it?” she murmured, her voice throaty and husky, like she’d just smoked a pack of cigarettes.
“Tev, I would,” he rumbled, eyes flaring hot, shifting so that she felt just how big, how hard, and thick he truly was. All her breath left her and she wondered if they’d even fit that way.
Cara decided to reign it in. She knew that going all the way with sex would be a mistake right then. It was hard to think straight after all the pleasure he’d just given her, but at the very least, she knew she should think about sex and not act on impulse.
Devix rolled to the side and Cara admired the lines of his body. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel weird or awkward about what they’d just done, unlike some of the other hookups she’d had in the past. It felt…right. Like it was the most natural thing for her to be lying there, naked, after he’d just pleasured her out of her mind.
She couldn’t imagine what sex with him would be like if he was that intense giving her oral.
Devix lifted her from the floor, holding her upright as she got her balance. His hands never left her, even when she asked for his shirt to slip over her head.
The material smelled like him and Cara automatically knew that she wouldn’t wash it and she wouldn’t give it back to him either.
“Thank you,” she said softly, looking up at him. “I…I think I really needed that.”
And it was the truth. Already, she felt more relaxed. Strangely enough, all the confusing emotions that had been coursing through her body lately seemed…calm. She would’ve thought that hooking up with him would’ve made her more confused, not less.
His words seemed tense, like he was forcing them out, when he said, “You should rest for now, luxiva. The past few spans have been hard on your body.”
Well, she could definitely nap after that, she decided. And even though she wouldn’t mind napping with him, she knew she should have some alone time, to sort through what had just happened.
“Okay,” she said. “You’re right.”
He shifted on his feet, those nipple piercings catching the light.
“I never thought I would hear those words fall from your tongue, female,” he said. And it took her a little while to figure out he was teasing her.
She hit his shoulder and turned on her heel. “Don’t get used to it.”
Then she tossed him a smile over her shoulder right before she left the training room.
It was amazing what a good orgasm—or three—could do for a girl.
TWELVE
This is our little routine now, Cara thought as she stepped onto the bridge. A familiar sight greeted her…Devix, sitting in the chair. Except this time, her chair was already in place and he didn’t have the goblet of alcohol with him. Instead, he was keying in something on the control panels.
True to form, Cara stepped off the elevator tube and went to watch him, studying the way his long, strong fingers flew over the numerous buttons and keys like he’d been doing it all his life. And perhaps he had been. Cara didn’t know much about him.
It was something she wanted to remedy. When she’d first arrived on the spaceship, she’d told herself that she would learn about him, befriend him. Of course, it had been for purely strategic purposes—to convince him to take her home instead of wherever he was taking her, for example—and in the back of Cara’s mind, she still thought that it would be smart to befriend him. But now, the reasons to get to know him were for far more personal, more selfish reasons.
Because Cara thought that she was a tiny bit obsessed with the hulking alien, who turned his eyes onto her the moment she stepped onto the bridge. Who looked at her like he wanted to devour her, despite that he…well, despite that he kind of already had.
Cara grew warm just thinking about what happened in the training room earlier and a purring trill from Devix reminded her that he could smell her arousal.
Clearing her throat, she tucked a strand of her freshly washed hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she recognized but hadn’t done in years. Devix didn’t pause in whatever he was doing at the controls, but his attention was fully on her. With a last swipe of a sharp claw, dragged in a circular motion on a black pad, Devix ceased his actions, tilting his head at her.
“Did you memorize that, female?” he asked in his gruff, roughened tone.
Cara wanted to laugh, feeling some of the tension ease from her shoulders. She hadn’t known what to expect, seeing him again after what had happened in the training room. She’d felt at ease and comfortable when they’d parted, but Cara had fallen into a very, very deep sleep after she bathed. And everything always looked different in the light of day, so to speak.
“I’d need to see it one more time,” she told him softly, turning with the intention to settle into her chair. But Devix stopped her, his palm coming to grip her hip.
Immediately, she felt that touch everywhere. Their attraction was an intense thing, something she’d never felt before. And she’d noticed the change in Devix just that morning. He seemed less tense, less…broody, for lack of a better word. And he’d been touching her freely, as if he couldn’t keep his hands off her for very long.
Cara would be lying if she said she wasn’t flattered…or that she didn’t enjoy the physical contact. It had been a long time since someone had touched her with gentleness, with kindness, or just touched her because they wanted to. In all fairness, after Cara’s father died, she’d closed herself off from a lot of people, taking a lover every now and again but never letting them get too close. It had started to wear her down, the constant loneliness.
But she didn’t feel lonely right then. Not when Devix was looking at her, trying to gauge her reaction to his touch.
Her response? Cara stepped forward and sank down into his lap, maneuvering her legs around him until she straddled his hips. Devix’s palms came around to grip her ass, holding her there, his chest rumbling in apparent approval.
“Sometimes I think that all of this is so strange,” she murmured softly, looping her arms around his neck, eyeing his horns, which now were only slightly raised off his skull, instead of straight. “But other times, it seems perfectly normal.”
“What is ‘it’?” he grunted, eyes dark enough that they reflected the stars behind her, their light coming in through the large pane of glass.
She lifted a shoulder. “That you exist,” she tried to explain. “That there’s a whole universe of beings and creatures and places like colonies and planets that each have their own specific languages and customs and people.”
Devix frowned, his voice softened, “It is not so strange.”
“Did you always know that all this existed? That there were other species and planets that had the ability to travel through space?”
Another frown. “Tev. Of course.”
“Humans don’t know,” Cara said, sighing. “We didn’t know that all this was…real.”
“The
n Earth is a T7 classification,” Devix murmured, his voice growing dark. “Vrax, the Krevorags never learn.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Uranian Federation has very strict policies about contacting species that have not developed intergalactic travel technology yet,” Devix explained, something like realization infusing in his tone. “It is forbidden. Yet the Krevorags disregarded direct law again. They think that the Jetutians will protect them. No doubt that is who gave them the Luxirian crystals to begin with. Vrax!”
Cara’s head spun with all the information he was telling her. “The Krevorags are the lizard aliens? The ones that run the Pit?”
The ones that had abducted her…caged her…
“Tev,” he murmured, inching his head, making a visible effort to calm down. But his horns had straightened slightly and he took one hand off her ass to run over the pointed peak.
“And these Jetutians…they are aligned with the Krevorags in some way?”
Devix blew out a breath, “Tev.”
“And…” Cara paused before saying, “Your people gave the Jetutians crystals, which can reach Earth?”
“‘Give’ implies a willingness,” he said, a scowl etching into his features.
Cara frowned. “They stole them from your people?”
Devix’s palm returned to her backside, pressing her more closely into him as if afraid she’d leave. “The Jetutians and my species have an ugly history. A very long, very bloody history.”
“Tell me.”
“Our last encounter with the Jetutians was ten rotations ago,” Devix murmured.
“Ten years?”
“Tev,” Devix replied. “We were at war with them, aligned with the Rev’pika. As retaliation, the Jetutians unleashed a virus into Luxiria’s atmosphere. A previously untested technology that not even our own allies have been able to replicate.”
“What happened?”
“Our males did not realize what had happened at first. It was not an attack meant for the males, but for our females,” he said, lifting his eyes. “By then, there was nothing we could do. The virus spread through our females like the Fates’ fire. It killed the majority. Only the young females survived, but we later discovered they could no longer bear young.”