Desire: Ten sizzling, romantic tales for Valentine’s Day!

by Opal Carew

  “Hold on, my little Pure One,” he growled in my ear. “Hold on to me while I fuck you.”

  I moaned breathlessly and did as he said, reaching up to wrap my arms around his back and scratch his broad shoulders, bucking my hips to meet his deep, hard thrusts.

  Up until now we had been making love but now he was fucking me—claiming me in a way I had never been claimed by a man before. I felt the connection between us again, growing with every deep thrust of his cock in my pussy. And I felt my pleasure building. There was something about being so open, so completely dominated that made me helplessly hot. I needed him—never wanted him to stop. Never wanted our lovemaking to end.

  I don’t know how long it lasted, Sarden thrusting inside me while I bucked up to meet him, the feel of his shaft hitting home inside me, the head of his cock kissing the mouth of my womb with every thrust. It seemed to go on and on as time stretched out like taffy. Finally, though, I felt Sarden getting even harder inside me and knew we were reaching the point of no return.

  “Zoe,” he groaned, thrusting harder…deeper. “Gods, want you so bad—want to feel you coming all around me while I fill you up.”

  As he spoke, one large hand slipped between us to the place where we were joined. I felt the broad pad of his thumb began to rub in rhythmic circles around the aching bud of my clit as he pounded into me.

  The sensation of being stroked while he was penetrating me so deeply was too much. With a long, low cry, I felt my orgasm break over me as I clenched around him hard.

  It was a deeper, more intense feeling this time and with it came an even stronger feeling of connection. A sensation strangely like putting down roots even as I felt him spurt hot and hard inside me, filling me with himself, making the two of us one.

  “Oh!” I gasped and curled my hands into fists as my back arched. “Oh, Sarden…Oh!”

  “Zoe!” he gasped. Crushing me to him, he kissed me, taking my mouth in a fierce, possessive way that sent shivers through me and left me weak.

  We seemed to stay on the peak forever—in fact, I don’t know when I’ve ever had a longer orgasm. But just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, the feeling slowly began to ebb—at least enough for me to think again.

  Sarden must have been thinking too, because he finally ended our kiss with a sharp, possessive nip.

  “Mine,” he growled when he finally let me go to stare fiercely into my eyes. “You’re mine now and I’m never going to let you go.”

  “All right,” I whispered, feeling strangely and completely content. “But if I’m yours, that means you’re mine, too.”

  “That’s what I want.” I wiggled against him, my legs spread wide to accommodate the thick shaft still buried to the hilt inside me.

  “Zoe…” He looked at me intently. But then he stopped.

  “Sarden?” I asked, uncertainly because it looked like he wanted to say something else. But in the end he just shook his head.

  “Nothing. Just that…I’m feeling very possessive of you right now.”

  I felt a tingle of pleasure run through me.

  “That’s okay, I feel the same way about you.” I buried my face in his broad shoulder and breathed in his warm, spicy, masculine scent. I didn’t know what any of this meant for the future but just at that moment, I didn’t care.

  “Sleep,” Sarden said, finally withdrawing and cuddling me against him like a child. “You must be worn out.”

  “Yeah.” I yawned. “Being cloned and kidnapped and auctioned and attacked and, uh, healed, will do that to a girl.” I winked at him but he looked suddenly serious.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you earlier. I can’t believe I let Tazaxx fool me like that—I feel like a Goddess-damned idiot.”

  “You were nearly immobile with grief,” I reminded him. “After that awful thing he showed you about Sellah…”

  “I’m in your debt for finding her, you know,” he said quietly. “To get both of you back with no harm done to either of you, well, it’s…” He shook his head. “It’s more than I deserve.”

  “What you deserve right now is a good night’s sleep.” I yawned. “You wore me out, cowboy.”

  “You didn’t do so badly yourself.” He smiled at me and stroked a strand of hair out of my eyes. “Whatever happens, you’re mine now. Remember that, Zoe.”

  “Not likely to forget it—you made it pretty clear,” I remarked.

  “Good.” He kissed my forehead tenderly and then settled me more firmly against his big body. “I’m glad. Sleep now and we can talk more in the morning.”

  There was plenty to talk about, I realized. For instance, all this talk of belonging to each other was nice, but what did it really mean for the future? Had we made some kind of commitment here tonight?

  I remembered what Sellah had said about bonding and fated mates and all that. But that kind of talk was crazy, wasn’t it? You couldn’t just declare that you’d found the one person that was right for you in the whole universe and decide never to leave them again—could you? Or even if you could, she’d told me that half-breeds like Sarden couldn’t form a bond.

  What about the connection you felt? whispered a little voice in my head. I frowned sleepily as I remembered the strange feeling of putting down roots—almost like something in me had reached out and connected irrevocably to something in Sarden. Had he felt the same thing? Or was it just my imagination?

  Most probably the latter, I decided. I’d just had a really intense sexual experience—the most passionate of my life, if I was honest. It was natural to feel an intense connection to go with it.

  I wanted to think more about it but sleep was dragging at me. I’d had a busy couple of days and I really was completely exhausted. Telling myself I could worry about what was going on between Sarden and me tomorrow, I let myself drift off to sleep, lulled by his slow, even breathing and the warmth of his big body surrounding me protectively.

  Chapter 26

  Sarden

  When I woke, Zoe was gone from the bed. But I could hear her in the fresher, humming softly to herself. I was halfway to going back to sleep when I heard the mister kick on and then a muffled curse followed by a burst of irritation. She was aggravated that the mister wasn’t strong enough to wash her hair because she still feared going into the Cleansing Pool by herself.

  I frowned, feeling more awake. How had I known that? How could I tell not only that she was irritated, but also know the source of her irritation?

  Without thinking about it, I reached out and concentrated on her…and soon I felt something else. She was trying to nerve herself up to go into the pool. She was telling herself that she could just jump in and out quickly—that it wouldn’t take long and she could her get hair and body clean at the same time. She could hold her breath and it didn’t matter if she couldn’t swim, she would get right back out again and she shouldn’t be a coward…

  I couldn’t stand it anymore. I got out of bed and went to her.

  “Zoe…” I put out a hand to her.

  “What? Where did you come from?” She was standing naked and shivering with her arms wrapped around herself as she hesitated in front of the door of the pool. I could feel how the tall tank full of purple liquid gave her a distressed, uneasy feeling that wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.

  “I just woke up,” I said, but didn’t add that it was her thoughts that had woken me. Actually, though, it wasn’t really her thoughts I was getting—more just a sense of them and the emotions that accompanied them. But how was that possible?

  “Okay, well…” She shrugged, her arms crossed modestly over her bare breasts.

  I wished she wouldn’t hide herself from me—why was she still shy, after all we had shared the night before?

  “Because I’m not used to walking around in my birthday suit, all right?” she said, raising an eyebrow at me. “Wait…” She frowned. “Why did I say that? I felt like I was answering a question you asked but you…didn’t say an
ything.”

  I felt a thought stirring in me—a spark of hope I’d never dared to entertain before. But I pushed it ruthlessly down—surely it couldn’t be. Still…

  “Were you just thinking that you were going to duck into the Cleansing Pool for a minute and it didn’t matter that you couldn’t swim because you just need to be…”

  “Brave and try it anyway,” Zoe finished for me. A look of awe spread over her face. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. But…how did you know?”

  “I don’t know exactly,” I said, hedging a little because I wasn’t sure how she’d feel if what I thought had happened had actually happened.

  “Yes, you do—I can see it on your face. And I can feel it. God, this is so weird! Why can I feel your emotions?” she demanded.

  I knew then there was no sense trying to hide it.

  “I’m not sure,” I said. “But I think we might be well…bonded.”

  “Bonded?” She frowned. “Sellah was talking about that last night. But she said that males without all one kind of DNA can’t, uh, bond.”

  “Hybrids, you mean,” I said. “Half-breeds. And she’s right—we’re not supposed to be able to.” I spread my hands. “But here we are. Maybe it’s because your own DNA is so pure, you’re able to bond with an impure male, like me.”

  “So…what does this mean?” she asked tentatively. “I know we were being all, uh, possessive of each other last night. Among other things…” She blushed, her creamy skin going becomingly pink. Gods, she was gorgeous. “But what does it actually mean if we are bonded? Practically speaking, I mean?”

  “Well…” I sighed and decided I might as well tell her everything. “We can’t be parted for one thing—or at least, we’re not going to want to be apart.”

  “That’s true.” She bit her lip. “I…I already don’t want to be apart from you and you’re only three feet away.”

  I crossed the distance between us with a single stride and put my arms around her. “Better?” I asked, pulling her soft body close to mine.

  “So much better.” She breathed deeply and nuzzled her cheek against my chest. “I feel like I was thirsty and you gave me a big cold glass of water to drink. Or I was starving and you gave me something to eat. But all you did was hug me.” She looked up at me. “Why is it like this?”

  “We formed a chemical bond last night,” I told her. “When we made love. Some like to think of it as a mystical spiritual connection but the root of it is biological—it happens with all the Twelve Peoples. Our bodies react to each other now—we’re connected. Intimately connected.”

  “So…if it’s chemical…is it like an addiction?” she asked. “Like, if I go too far from you, will I start having, uh withdrawal?”

  “You mean if you go back to Earth?” I asked quietly.

  Zoe bit her lip and looked away. She didn’t answer but she didn’t have to—I knew well enough she missed her home planet and her friends.

  I didn’t want to ask her to give her whole life up for me, but for me to go live with her would be extremely difficult. I looked different from the average Earthling, for one thing—so much different that Zoe had mistaken me for a mythological religious figure the first time she’d seen me. And the humans lived in ignorance—they didn’t know there was other life in the galaxy besides themselves. Of course, I could wear a smart-fabric mask and take saphor liquid with me, drinking it constantly everywhere I went, but that would be a very difficult way to live.

  “What are we going to do?” Zoe asked at last, looking up at me.

  “In the long run? I don’t know,” I admitted. “But for now, let’s get you clean.”

  Before she could protest, I lifted her and walked to the personal cleansing pool. Whatever was going on with our new bond, we would have to talk about it later. For now, I just wanted to enjoy being close to her as long as I could before she decided what she wanted to do…if she wanted to leave me and go back to Earth, despite our bond.

  No, growled the possessive part of me, she can’t leave—she’s mine! But I knew I couldn’t keep her against her will. I had admitted as much when I took the inhibitor bracelet off her and gave Zoe her freedom.

  But when it came down to it, would she choose me…or her home planet and the life she’d always known?

  Despite the bond between us, I didn’t know. I only knew the thought of losing her again was like a knife in my heart. But I tried not to show it, tried to mask my emotions as I ducked into the purple cleansing liquid, taking her with me, holding her close because I never wanted to let her go.

  Zoe

  “The first thing to do is find out how Hurxx is still ruling Eloim at all since he had Sellah kidnapped,” Grav growled. He looked at her. “And you’re sure he had a hand in it?”

  We were sitting around the food prep area of The Celesta, eating interesting tasting first meal food sticks from Eloim (which looked and tasted a little like chocolate lollypops) that Al had whipped up for us, and having a council of war.

  Sarden and I were sitting opposite each other but not touching. By mutual consent, we weren’t talking about the bond between us right now. There would be time enough to figure things out after we restored Sellah to the throne—I hoped anyway.

  “We are positive Hurxx had a hand in it—more than a hand. He planned it from start to finish,” Uncle Tellum, the older, portly Eloim answered for Sellah. “I heard him talking about it to one of his advisors—it was what convinced me to go looking for our beloved Ria in the first place.” He made a little bow to Sellah, who blushed and nodded back. “After I heard him speak, I knew he hadn’t sent out a task force to find her, as he initially claimed.”

  “Also, Tazaxx told us that Hurxx had warned him Sarden would come after Sellah unless he thought she was dead,” I added. “So that’s two sources confirming he was behind it.”

  “What I don’t understand is how he’s still wearing the Star of Wisdom,” Sarden growled. “And why it didn’t fly from his head the moment the leader of the Council of the People put it on his head. I’d bet my ship he was already planning to have Sellah snatched and sold even before their coronation.”

  “I have wondered the same thing,” Tellum said gravely. “I mistrusted Hurxx from the moment the Council voted to crown him Rae to Lady Sellah’s Ria. But she had no mate and he was the closest blood relative she had. Well, other than you, Lord Sarden. No offense.”

  “None taken. Does anyone else feel mistrustful of that bastard, Hurxx?” Sarden asked. “Anyone who would back you if you took the matter to the Council?”

  Tellum nodded. “Several of the Councilors had grave misgivings. In fact, Hurxx only won by one or two votes, and only then because we had the surety that the Star of Wisdom would reject him if we had chosen wrongly.”

  “But why didn’t it then?” Sellah asked. “I know I felt the Star of Compassion hesitate when it settled on my brow during the coronation. It asked me if I came to the throne with pure motives and if I would do my best to rule Eloim with a fair and just hand.”

  “Really? It talked to you?” I asked, fascinated. The crown she had to wear sounded kind of like a scifi Sorting Hat.

  She nodded. “Yes. And I told it I would do my very best—only then did I feel it really settle on my head. I can only imagine that the Star of Wisdom asked the same questions of Hurxx, since the Stars are two halves of the same being. It would have known if he was answering untruthfully.”

  “What happened to the Ria’s crown, anyway?” Sarden asked. “Having the Star of Compassion on your head would go a long way towards swaying the Council in your favor.”

  “The pirates took it when they captured me.” Sellah made a helpless gesture with one hand. “It could be halfway across the galaxy by now.”

  “All right.” He sighed. “We’ll have to do without it, then.”

  “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Maybe call the members of the Council who didn’t like Hurxx in the first place and ask them to quietly get toge
ther and talk about it?”

  “No.” Tellum frowned. “There can be nothing quiet about this. It would be too easy for Hurxx and his personal guard to hush up any rebellion fomented in silence.”

  “Tellum’s right.” Sarden nodded. “We need to make as much of a scene as possible—need to publicly accuse him in front of as many people as we can.” He looked at the older Eloim. “When is the next Grievance Day?”

  “Grievance Day?” Grav and I said at the same time.

  “A time when the common people are admitted into the Throne Room of the palace to beg justice of the Rae and Ria,” Sellah answered. She made a face. “It’s such a crowd though—so many people all packed into one place. I always hated Grievance Day, even though I only had to rule in two of them before I was taken.”

  I shot her a compassionate look. Poor thing, she really did hate everything to do with ruling and yet she was prepared to do it again if she had to, for the good of her world. I wondered if I could ever be so selfless—if I could give up the life I knew for something completely different for the good of others.

  I bet you could if it meant you got to stay with Sarden the rest of your life, whispered a little voice in my head, but I shushed it. I still wasn’t sure what was going on between us, though even now, sitting across from him without being able to touch him, felt like torture.

  If what we had formed between us really was a chemical bond, then what I was feeling was most likely a form of withdrawal from an addiction. I needed to be strong, I told myself. I couldn’t let my emotions and cravings rule me.

  At least I wasn’t getting blasts of Sarden’s emotions anymore. When he had first walked into the bathroom that morning, the blasts of possessiveness and concern he’d been feeling for me were nearly deafening. But putting a little distance between us seemed to have dampened our new abilities to feel each other’s emotions and catch each other’s thoughts. Or maybe it wasn’t the distance—maybe it was just the fact that we were making a concerted effort not to hear each other. I thought it was probably the latter.