“It…will…fly…itself…for…a…moment.” Fari thrust against Georgia’s hand as she stroked his rigid staff.
“What, no lectures about this being a proper or improper time?” She was half-turned toward him, and still working her clit with one finger. Her nipples puckered against the rumpled tunic.
Fari’s pa caught fire as Georgia stroked him from sac to tip, toying with the bead of moisture on the end of his cock.
“You are trying to drive me mad,” he said through clenched teeth. “I am not sure you are ready—“
“For what? A big bad Ardani warrior in full mating fervor? Without potion?” Georgia doubled the pressure on his pulsing staff. “You aren’t my father. Why don’t you quit playing daddy and let me decide what I can handle?”
Fari threw his head back and roared as she caressed his cock. He could feel his orgasm building, and Georgia’s too. Their psi-link seemed doubled. Tripled. His shanna was relaxed from Akad’s elixir. Her defenses were down, and her true passions came blazing through.
“Make us fly faster,” Georgia whispered, slipping her fingers in and out of her slit, penetrating, fucking herself as Fari so wanted to fuck her.
Maddened by the fervor and his shanna’s intoxicating boldness, Fari banged his fist on the speeder’s panel.
The ship trembled as their speed increased.
Georgia lifted her tunic to expose her breasts, still massaging Fari’s cock with great precision. She rolled one hard nipple between her fingers. “The faster you go, the faster I pump.”
The thrum of engines blended with the rush of blood in Fari’s ears. He kept punching the panel, and each time he did, Georgia moved her hand faster.
Outside, sky and clouds flew by in a blur.
“Faster,” she demanded, once more rubbing her clit. “Yes. God!”
The speeder burst out of atmosphere into space as Fari came like a fierce volcano. Georgia cried out as she came, and Fari felt the sweet warmth of her satisfaction through their psi-connection. She was totally at ease, completely excited.
Raising her beautiful eyes to him, she turned loose his staff and cleaned his seed from her fingers.
He barely thought to slow the ship before they hurtled straight out of Ardani space.
Chapter 11
Georgia had never felt so turned on in her life. She had just given a warrior god a hand job at light speed. She couldn’t wait to get to his island and really fuck him, hard and wild, over and over.
Akad was right, the back of her mind whispered. I have mating fervor, too.
Who the hell cares? the front of her mind argued. A great fuck is a great fuck. No muss, no fuss. We have a deal. Just getting to know each other—zero strings.
Fari guided the speeder back into the planet’s atmosphere, re-entering with the barest of buffeting.
Georgia’s pussy ached to have him inside her. She imagined his teeth on her nipples, his iron grip on her ass.
“Are we there yet?” she teased.
“Soon.” Fari banked the speeder to the right, and Georgia saw the ruins of the sabotaged shipyard through the portal beside her.
“My new vessel, under construction,” Fari told her in rasping tones. “The Lorelei. Next to Astoria, she will be the most powerful ship in the fleet.”
Georgia nodded. The thought of Fari astride his ship’s deck increased her excitement. Maybe she’d fuck him there, too.
I have lost my mind. She rubbed her forehead, fighting the strange craziness before it swallowed her better sense. Before I know it, I’ll be accidentally married, just like Elise.
No, shanna. Fari’s psi-answer came through firm and clear. I will not trick you. There are only two other ways to marry, outside of Festival. The first is a claiming in battle, with later assent—as happened with Elise and Ki. The second is with a planned ceremony. I will not—cannot—marry you without your consent.
“Okay.” Georgia released a long breath. “There’s just so much I still don’t know.”
“I will teach you.” Fari’s resonant voice made Georgia shiver with delight.
Fire flashed through her brain again, and she muttered, “I might teach you a thing or two, too, smartass.”
Fari curled his lips in response. Georgia felt a surge of gut-level want, and she almost grabbed his cock again.
The speeder slowed, then began a gradual descent over crystalline waters, straight toward a small, heavily-treed island. To keep from wrecking them by attacking the pilot, Georgia studied it as they approached. Like Hawaii, only brighter. Bushes, rainbows of flowers, tiny lakes and streams—Ammon Island unfolded beneath her like photos from a dream vacation.
They touched down in a flat clearing, carpeted by emerald green grass.
Fari killed the engines and opened the hatch. “We are there yet. Pleased?”
Georgia felt the rush of fresh, warm air and smiled. As Fari turned and disembarked, she stripped off her tunic. Her pa felt like rivers of lava, and her pussy was on fire. She wanted to fuck—needed to fuck. Right then. Right there.
Her legs wobbled as she stepped out of the ship, and Fari helped her down with a grunt of approval. His grip slid from her sides to her ass as he spun her around and held her back against his chest. She faced the speeder and put her hands on the heated metal hull. In its opaque windows, she could see tropical trees and vines and heavy undergrowth all around them. The smell of salty ocean and the perfume of flowers filled the air, and Fari’s intense eyes peered at her from his reflection.
He was still trying to humor her, to hold his animal instincts in check. Georgia could see it in the tense lines of his face. She sensed his raging desire in the thoughts he shielded from her, and a daring part of her wanted to free that tumult.
What would it be like to be at his mercy? To be fucked as hard and fast as she could stand?
“I want you.” Georgia wiggled her ass against Fari’s crotch as she pressed her hands harder against the ship’s cooling hull. “Don’t wait. I can’t stand it.”
Fari groaned and pressed his stiff cock into her cheeks. He shifted, moved away just enough to drop his pants and scabbard, then shoved against her pussy from behind.
Georgia bent over, still using the ship for balance, relishing the feel of his hard, naked flesh between her legs.
He reached down and gripped both of her nipples at once.
“Yessss…” Georgia shoved her breasts against his hands and spread her legs.
He teased her wet slit with the tip of his cock, rolling her nipples hard between his fingers. “You are so beautiful. I can scarce look at you without wanting to bury myself in your hot quim.”
“You don’t have to hold back anymore.” She rocked back, gasping as the tip of his penis edged into her wet, ready pussy. “I don’t want you to hold back.”
Fari tensed. “Do not tease me, shanna. If I hurt you or frightened you, I could not bear it.”
Georgia’s head spun from the mating fervor. Blood thundered in her ears, and a primal part of her rose up to overpower her worldly concerns. Her mind seemed to split in two.
The sights and smells of the island, the feel of the speeder’s warm hull, the sensation of outside air massaging her skin—everything melded with Fari’s powerful body behind her. His cock pushed against her aching center, and Georgia shoved her ass back, impaling herself on his delectable length.
“Fuck me. God, yes.” She bit her lip as he pinched her nipples, then thrust into her pussy hard enough to bend her elbows as she braced against the speeder. “Fuck me!”
Fari growled, and Georgia felt his powerful muscles flex. He filled her so perfectly. With each masterful stroke, he stretched her pussy to maximum and then beyond, to that point where pain and pleasure mingled.
A hot, malleable piece of wood. A burning metal rod. His cock felt better than anything she had known before.
“Fuck me!” Georgia slammed back against him, drawing him as deep as he could go. To her core. To the center of her being.
Fari let go of her nipples, grabbed her shoulders, and pounded into her, forcing her hard against him with each massive plunge.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” Her cries kept rhythm with his driving thrusts. His pa sizzled against her ass and lower back. Her own pa crackled and flowed.
Fari’s thoughts were incoherent, untamed. Georgia felt her own reason melting to nothing. Her pussy tightened, then relaxed, tightened then relaxed. Fari plunged harder still, sending Georgia’s senses into a screaming whirlwind of pleasure.
And she was screaming. In her mind. Out loud.
Fari bellowed in return, filling her with his own molten heat as her orgasm nearly drove her to her knees.
He held her up, refusing to let her fall, refusing to stop fucking her until her body shook so hard she couldn’t stand another second.
And then he pulled out, turned her around, took her down to the ground in his steel-strong arms, and settled between her legs. She had no time to protest. No time to think.
Soft island grass tickled Georgia’s back as Fari dipped his cock deep inside her once again. Slow strokes. Deliberate. Building her pleasure again.
“You are so beautiful.” Fari’s rumbling words made Georgia groan. She felt hooked into his every movement, his every breath. He stared into her eyes as if reaching for her soul, and Georgia felt like he grabbed it.
His muscled thighs nudged her legs farther apart as he slipped in and out of her drenched pussy. Her nipples brushed against his smooth chest, and their pa touched and mingled.
Had anything ever felt this good?
Georgia raised her hips to meet Fari’s thrusts.
“Wider,” he whispered. “Open yourself. Let me fuck you like you’ve dreamed of being fucked.”
Georgia moaned and spread her legs as wide as she could.
Fari caught her arms and held them over her head with one hand. With the other, he braced himself above her, just enough to spare her his weight. He moved against her, pushing deeper, and found her mouth with his eager lips.
In that second, Fari took complete control. Georgia knew she was at his mercy. She wanted to be at his mercy, and at that moment, she wanted to be his.
His tongue filled her mouth, and she loved his masculine taste, his earthy smell. Fari’s grip tightened, and he fucked her harder. Faster. Like a well-oiled piston, ramming up and down, up and down.
Georgia screamed her pleasure into his mouth.
They glided on each other, coated in sweat. The musk of sex drove away all other smells.
Gazing into her lover’s blazing black eyes, Georgia came with a bone-rattling jerk. Her body moved out of her control, bucking wildly. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t feel anything but her pussy clenching Fari’s cock like a steel trap.
He emptied himself with a howl, once more flooding her with his hot, sexy essence.
Each time he moved, Georgia’s entire being reverberated.
Gently, tenderly, Fari eased her down from dizzying heights, literally fucking her into a relaxed stupor. When at last he stopped moving, Georgia felt like she had no skeleton left at all. She had never known sex like this. She had never imagined an orgasm so total, so complete.
Tears of release slipped down her cheeks.
Fari kissed each salty trail, whispering how much he cared, how much he wanted to please her. How he would keep her safe, and cherish her for eternity.
My shanna. His psi-voice wrapped her like a soft sheet. My beloved.
For one heart-wrenching moment, Georgia wanted to say words she thought she would never say to any man. The three words formed in her mind, held back by tattered remnants of her old defenses.
Her mouth opened to speak that short, terrifying phrase. Her eyes fluttered, tried to lift—and then sleep’s darkness claimed her.
Chapter 12
Two stellar days after landing in Fari’s private paradise, Georgia lay in a rustic cabin, exquisitely sore from hour upon hour of hard, passionate fucking. She and Fari had barely taken time out to eat the exotic fruits and nuts the island offered, or even swim in the warm lagoon just outside the secluded retreat.
At the moment, she was nestled against Fari’s chiseled chest. The rhythm of his breathing calmed Georgia’s raging thoughts and kept her half-breed blood at medium simmer.
This “mating fervor” thing was no joke.
One second, Georgia felt like her old, level-headed Earth self. The next, her pa burned her like new brands and she became an Ardani bitch in heat, ready to eat through the bedsheets to reach Fari’s perfect body.
Which person am I? Both? Neither?
Georgia stroked Fari’s hair and sighed. She still hadn’t faced the issues troubling her heart and mind.
Trust.
Did she trust this man? This giant of a sex machine?
Trust was harder than passion for Georgia. Almost harder than love.
Do I trust him?
The answer to that would have to be yes.
Not unequivocal, not at the depth she trusted Elise—but it was getting there. Fast. That realization alone disturbed her.
And then the bigger question.
Do I love him?
She imagined herself speaking those three small words. I love you.
Could it be true?
Did she really love Fari Tul’Mar?
Damn. She’d only known him for a few months—and half that time, she hadn’t even liked him. Still, psi-connections offered a level of intimacy Georgia couldn’t have imagined back on Earth.
She knew this man. This warrior. For the first time in her life, she had touched a lover with no lingering fears. No lurking shadows from her past, waiting to grab her from behind. Fari’s open appreciation of her body, her intelligence and spirit, coupled with his freely-expressed desire and tenderness—those things dispensed with the typical man-woman games Georgia had come to despise.
Her chest ached from fear and pent-up emotions.
She cared about Fari. Of course she did. She had never met a more arrogant, self-assured, handsome, soft-hearted, persistent son of a bitch.
But she had just arrived on the most splendid alien world in the galaxy. Thousands of men would have her. All she had to do was crook a finger, and they’d come running. Why should she tie herself down to one guy so soon?
A year ago, Elise would have agreed with Georgia’s hesitation. In the end, all men are boring, Georgia. If Elise had said that once, she’d said it ten thousand times.
But now, Elise was Arda’s queen. She had a perfect husband and a baby on the way. She rode Chimeras, fucked constantly (when she wasn’t in the last weeks of pregnancy and forbidden to do so by Akad), hiked mountains, flew sky speeders like an Indy 500 driver, and she was happy all the time. So happy Elise had abandoned their childhood pledges and rules.
Trust no one but each other. Take care of no one but each other…
Elise didn’t even take time to ponder the mystery of how two half-breed Ardani kids, distant relations no less, turned up as orphans on Earth in the first place. Ardani females who just happened to be soul’s mates to the Tul’Mar Clan.
Everybody had theories. Over-amorous traveling warriors, crashed ships, twists of fate—Georgia had heard it all. Even considered it herself. Only Akad seemed to share her deep curiosity about the “coincidence.”
Sometimes, when they talked about it in their training sessions, the priest seemed distant. Almost worried. Georgia had intended to pursue the issue, but the Fari situation had overshadowed everything.
Here she was, socked away with her giant warrior lover, while who knew what was happening in the rest of the universe.
Georgia’s body heated up as she glanced at Fari’s naked form.
After they had touched down on Ammon Island and christened the landing pad, Fari had carried Georgia from the speeder to his cabin like some priceless treasure, in arms strong enough to lift horses. Her clothes had been left behind, and so had his. They hadn’t gone back to get them, eithe
r.
She had only vague recall of Ammon’s tropical forests, the gentle barriers of large-petaled flowers, and the suns-flooded cove cradling the cabin. Now, log walls surrounded them as they snuggled into a soft mattress set in a hand-hewn wooden frame. Fari had built the cabin himself, and all the furniture inside it.
Georgia had studied the carvings in the bedposts, and quickly realized Fari was an artist, too. All around the cabin’s bedroom, the evidence lay in plain view. An expertly tooled rocking chair waited at the foot of the bed. Dozens of palm-sized totems and statues decorated windowsills and the mantel of the room’s small fireplace.
He has a light touch with the wood. Georgia allowed herself an image of Fari hard at work on Ammon’s rocky beach, carving some new fetish while she stood beside him, painting the seascape.
Stop it. She twitched as she admonished herself. That seems way too…permanent.
And then another whisper spoke up, that pesky little voice Georgia now blamed on her Ardani heritage. So, what’s wrong with permanent?
Despite her best efforts not to give a real damn, Georgia’s thoughts broke and reformed, focusing and refocusing on one thing:
Fari Tul’Mar.
He smelled of Arda itself, fertile and green and powerful. The steel of his muscle, the heat of his pa, the spark in his ebony eyes—everything about the man consumed her.
Georgia wanted to be angry with him for invading her private world so completely. She knew she should be afraid of losing control, of losing her heart. And yet she could think of nothing but making love to him again.
How would he fuck her? Where would he fuck her?
Her pussy ached for his cock.
I want him again. I want him all the time.
But he was snoring softly, too immersed in sleep to respond to her desire. After experiencing her own small measure of mating fervor, Georgia knew the poor man probably hadn’t slept well in weeks.
As carefully as she could, Georgia eased out of the bed and tiptoed from the bedroom. The cabin was sparse and simple compared to the opulence of Camford, but Georgia liked it. Bedroom, den, bathroom, small kitchen—like an Earth retreat.
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