by Ivy Barrett
His kiss drifted to her ear and descended along the side of her neck. She stroked his back and rubbed against him, lost in the perfection of the moment. His mouth was warm, his hands strong and sure.
Tenderness flowed into her from the most intimidating man she’d ever met. Each gentle touch was all the more precious because of his ferocity. He bent her back over his arm so he could reach her breasts. She relaxed in his embrace, trusting his strength and needing his passion.
His mouth teased her nipples, sucking with long, firm pulls. She arched into the caress and touched his face. Once her nipples were hard, moist peaks, he worked his way back to her mouth. “It’s your turn to lose control, sweetheart. Are you ready to surrender?”
Chapter Eleven
Lorelle stared into Mal Ton’s eyes, reveling in the stark intensity. “I am yours as you are mine. I surrender willingly.”
With a predatory growl, he swept her up in his arms and placed her on the bed. “Show me.”
She raised her arms above her head and bent her knees. Her legs angled outward, parting her thighs and offering him her pussy. “Anything you want,” she whispered, feeling breathless and strangely agitated. She wanted his cock inside her, filling the empty ache, yet the possessive gleam in his eyes warned her that actual penetration was a long way off.
He knelt between her thighs and touched her nipple. “You are so beautiful.” His other hand traced her moist slit, pausing to circle her entrance. “All of you. You do not have permission to touch me, but I want you to come.”
Accepting his words with a nod, she clutched the bedspread with her hands and watched his head descend. He licked her slowly, savoring her heat and her softness. She felt his enjoyment as well as her own. Her head spun at the combined pleasure.
His thumbs held her open and his fingers pressed against her bottom. He lavished attention on her clit, circling the puffy little bud until her belly jumped and her thighs trembled. Tension gathered inside her, drawing tighter with each tantalizing pass.
“Too soon, I think.” He raised his head and she whimpered. “We’ve got all night to play.”
“I hate it when you get like this.” She tried to relax, to disperse the tension he’d so skillfully built.
“You just said you loved me and you’d do anything I asked.”
She licked her lips and pushed up on her elbows. “Are you going to make me regret my vow already?”
“Absolutely not.” With their gazes locked, he pushed into her slick core with two fingers.
She blew out a shaky breath and watched. Slow and steady he pumped into her body, her essence shining on his skin.
“You are so soft,” he whispered.
His gaze fixed on her pussy and his cheeks were deeply flushed. Desire shined in his gaze and he licked his lips. Mesmerized by the savage beauty of his features, she focused on his eyes. The emotions she sensed in his mind were all there in his shimmering gaze. Desire, affection, anticipation, and an intoxicating sense of wonder.
He buried his fingers in her cunt and brushed his thumb across her clit. The fingers inside her curved, rubbing the front wall of her passage. Pleasure swelled, ballooning out from the tips of his fingers. He plucked on her clit with his free hand, launching the sensation up through her body. She cried out and canted her hips as euphoria washed over her in waves.
Before she could fully recover, he slowly withdrew his fingers. “Turn over.”
She’d all but dared him to push their boundaries. That didn’t keep her heart from pounding. “Are you going to…?”
“We’ll never do anything you’re not ready to do.”
With a tentative smile, she turned over and drew her legs beneath her. He rotated her so she was sideways across the bed and pulled her toward the edge of the mattress. She took a deep breath, allowing her desire to sweep aside her uncertainty. He would never hurt her. He had earned her trust over and over. She moved her legs apart and lowered her shoulders, resting her forehead on her folded arms.
He caressed her hips and squeezed her bottom, his thumbs dipping into the crack between her cheeks. She heard him pull open the nightstand, but kept her head down. Anticipation curled through her, rekindling hunger only partially sated by her recent orgasm.
“I know I brought this on myself,” she whispered. Her pussy ached and her breasts felt swollen. “But I’m not sure I can take this tonight.”
“‘I want to watch you and feel you and taste you.’ Wasn’t that your response to my objections?”
“I’m a terrible tease,” she murmured.
“No, you’re not.” He placed one hand on the small of her back and eased the other between her thighs. “You’re passionate and selfless, warm and responsive.” As if to prove his claim, he drove a finger back into her core.
She moaned, helplessly lifting her hips to take him deeper.
“Does that feel good?” He slid in and out while his other hand wandered over her upturned ass.
“Not nearly as good as your cock will feel.”
“You’ll have it soon enough.” He withdrew his finger and her inner muscles fluttered. She wanted him there, needed his heat and his fullness. Using their link, she showed him the urgency of her desire. His breath hissed out and he squeezed her bottom with both hands. “We can always play after.”
“Do I need to invent some infraction, or can I just spank this beautiful ass?”
She tensed, then smiled, knowing he couldn’t see her face. This was a crossroads, a turning point in her sexual journey. Was she honest enough, and brave enough to admit what she really wanted? Each time he’d spanked her naked ass, she’d come faster and harder than ever before. Something inside her needed the pain, and she was ready to stop pretending.
“Spank me, please. It’s honestly what I want.” Excitement and hunger barreled across their link, making her feel giddy.
He squeezed her cheeks again then pressed a warm kiss to the small of her back. Then his hands lifted and she held her breath, waiting for the first affectionate swat of her mate’s large palm. She didn’t have long to wait. He spanked one side and then the other, awakening her senses in a way nothing else could.
Sensations buzzed through her bottom and snaked up her spine. She moaned, clutching the bedding in both hands in an effort to remain still. Heat, glorious heat, spread through her lower body. He spanked her again and again, pushing the fire deeper, making it burn brighter.
Her nipples tingled and her pussy fluttered, aching and wet, more than ready for his cock, his fingers, or his tongue. Each swat made her more desperate, made her desire more edgy, more demanding.
An especially sharp sting made her cry out and arch her back. Her inner muscle tightened painfully and she teetered on the verge of orgasm. “May I come?” She barely forced the words past her clenched teeth.
“Come, my love.” He spanked the other side just as hard. “Come now.”
The climax burst inside her and she screamed, shaking with the horrible ecstasy. Pleasure washed over her, but her cunt contracted, harsh and hollow, ruthlessly accenting her need for him. She whimpered as the sensations ebbed, leaving only the terrible ache. “Fuck me, please. I need you so bad.”
He grabbed her hips and thrust his full length into her needful passage. She cried out again and powerful aftershocks rippled through her pussy. She waited for him to move, but he just stood there, filling the emptiness.
She calmed and relaxed, ready for whatever he chose to give her. Her bottom cheeks throbbed and she still felt restless, but the painful ache was now gone.
“Better?”
Not trusting her voice, she nodded.
He pulled back just a bit and gently parted her ass cheeks. She remained still and tried not to tense as he inserted something small and smooth. Cool gel gushed into her rear passage and she shivered.
She wasn’t sure what he intended, which only heightened the pleasure. Trusting him freed her to revel in the s
ensations. Something larger nudged her anus, teasing the sensitive opening with a circular caress. It didn’t feel like his fingers, more likely a toy of some sort.
“Relax, love. This is bigger than my fingers.”
His other hand played over her folds, lightly brushing her clit, encouraging her as he pushed the toy into her untrained body. Pressure expanded like a swelling wave then her sphincter surrendered and the toy slipped inside.
“Your body will eventually take my cock, but we’ll have to work up to it.” He gently rolled her clit while he slid the toy in and out. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” She started to pass the sensations into his mind. “No. I want to hear you express how this makes you feel.”
“I feel like my whole body is rushing out when you pull back.”
“And when I push in?”
She concentrated on the sensations for a moment before she replied. “I feel more… invaded.”
His finger circled her clit, giving the pleasure an epicenter from which to expand. Each out stroke drew tingles along her tight passage and each inward thrust pushed them up her spine. She licked her lips and let him navigate the uncharted territory.
Suddenly he withdrew the toy and she looked back at him. “Why did you stop?”
With a sexy grin, he said, “I can’t wait any longer.” He tossed the dildo aside and picked up a tapered butt plug. The rounded end pressed against her slippery opening then she felt a moment of stunning pressure. This probably would have been easier if his cock weren’t inside her too. Still, her body adjusted, contouring to the shape and holding it snug inside her. “All right?”
She nodded. The fullness felt odd yet not uncomfortable.
“Sorry, love. I need to see your face.” He pulled out of her pussy, then moved her to her side and finally her back. His expression was ravenous. He straddled one of her thighs and draped the other over his arm as he positioned himself against her core.
He looked into her eyes as he drove back in. The additional fullness accented his massive length. Deeper and deeper he pushed. She raised one hand to stroke his face, but he warned her back with a soft growl. He paused and pulled her leg higher, resting her ankle on his shoulder. Her thighs were spread wide, her pelvis slightly turned.
A moment passed as they stared into each other’s eyes, savoring the long awaited joining. He pulled back slowly then thrust in fast. She concentrated on the thick slide of his cock and the intensity of his gaze. He held her, took her, and possessed her. Each forceful thrust drove them higher, his passion feeding hers. She tightened herself around him, wanting to touch him yet unwilling to risk his displeasure.
“Touch me,” he whispered, and she didn’t hesitate.
She ran her hands up his arms, marveling at the rock-hard muscles beneath his smooth skin. His chest heaved beneath her fingertips. She stroked his sides and dug her fingernails into his back. He filled her over and over, his gaze never leaving her face.
Pleasure clouded his eyes half a second before the sensations burst into her mind. She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. Her cunt tightened in rhythmic climax as he released his seed deep inside her.
Easing her leg down from his shoulder, he rolled them to their sides. He feathered kisses over her features as they basked in the afterglow.
“Do we just leave it in?” she whispered against his lips.
“Give me a few minutes and you won’t mind it being there.”
She smiled then hugged him close, hiding her face against his hair. “I wasn’t talking about your cock. It is welcome to stay.”
“Ah, the other.” He ran his fingers down her spine and into the crack between her ass cheeks. “I can’t quite reach it. Besides, the longer you wear it, the faster it will serve its purpose.”
“I guess it stays in for a while longer, because I really want you there.”
With tender kisses and evocative caresses he made her forget everything but the pleasure they shared.
* * *
“Andrea has been trying to figure out how you triggered bonding fever in Mal Ton,” Fane told Lorelle the following afternoon. “As we suspected, she found Mal Ton’s nanites in all of your samples.”
Lorelle moved closer to Fane’s desk, anxious to hear what he’d learned yet nonplused by the concern in his eyes. “Is this a problem? Mal Ton said his nanites aren’t harmful.”
Mal Ton slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his side. His gaze moved from her to Fane and back, but he remained quiet.
“They aren’t harmful—to a Stilox.” Fane rested his forearms on the desktop as he went on. “The virus made your DNA unstable and the nanites have been attempting to repair the damage ever since.”
“But his nanites are programmed for Stilox physiology.”
Fane nodded. “Andrea originally thought the changes in your DNA were due to how close you came to turning feral. Now she’s nearly certain the nanites are responsible.”
“Nearly certain?” She didn’t like the sound of that. “What does this have to do with bonding fever?”
“The nanites are shaping your DNA according to the pattern they were given of optimum health. That pattern was Stilox, so their alterations have made you compatible with Mal Ton.”
“Am I still human?” A long pause followed and tension wound around Lorelle like a ruthless constrictor. “Will these nanites continue to reshape my DNA until I’m fully Stilox?”
“We have no way of knowing,” Fane admitted. “No one has ever seen anything like it before. But nanites aren’t Andrea’s field of expertise.”
Lorelle looked at Mal Ton. “Who designed your nanites?”
“The design team is long dead. The only nanobiologists left are Protarian.”
“Wonderful. The virus didn’t get me but the nanites might? I love this world!”
“It’s not as bad as I’ve made it sound.” Compassion burned through the worry in Fane’s gaze and he managed a weak smile. “The changes they’ve made so far appear to be stable and beneficial. Without these nanites, Mal Ton and I would have died long ago.”
His casual revelation caught her attention. “You have nanites too?”
Fane averted his face as he admitted, “We were part of the same project.” Someone pounded on the office door, preempting the rest of their conversation. “Come in.”
The door burst open and a man in a military uniform was thrust into the room by an armed sentry. “I found him sniffing around outside.”
“Thank you.” Fane waited until the guard left before he addressed his uninvited guest. “What can I do for you, General Bryson?”
Tension was palpable and Lorelle reached for the small pulse pistol tucked into the back of her pants. Mal Ton touched her upper arm and shook his head.
Should we go?
Again he shook his head. I suspect this will be interesting.
“I’ve come on behalf of Chancellor Howyn.” Bryson’s voice sounded strained and he kept shifting his gaze between Mal Ton and Fane.
“Really?” Fane crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “What could Chancellor Howyn possibly want with me?”
“Doctor Myer was snatched from her apartment last night. We have strong indications that it was Daniel Keller.”
“Offer the chancellor my condolences, but I fail to see what this has to do with me.”
“The chancellor is willing to release the rest of the humans in exchange for Cassandra’s safe return.”
Lorelle’s heart leapt into her throat and she could barely speak. “Who is Cassandra?”
“Howyn’s daughter,” Fane told her without shifting his gaze from Bryson. “He’s the most powerful man on Protaria, why can’t he find her himself?”
“You have resources at your disposal that Chancellor Howyn doesn’t have.”
Fane slammed his chair backward and stood. “This is rich. The only use he has for mutants is the abilities he ca
n glean from our DNA. But now his daughter’s life is on the line and he expects us to play hero?”
“In exchange for the humans.”
Lorelle saw rebellion in Fane’s eyes, but he asked, “Do you have any idea where he took her?”
“If we did, we wouldn’t need you,” Bryson snapped. Then he straightened his jacket and calmed his expression. “The culprit can teleport. The entire thing was recorded by safety surveillance. He appeared out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around her, and disappeared.” Fane just stared at him for a long, strained moment. “If the humans aren’t incentive enough, I’ve been authorized to offer this as well.” He held out an alloy injector. “Consider it prepayment.”
“What is it?”
He glanced at Lorelle before he explained. “The original counteragent is only partially effective in humans. It breaks down in a matter of days. This is specially formulated to work with human physiology.”
Even if he’s telling the truth, how the hell did they formulate a counteragent this quickly? Mal Ton sent the thought to Fane, but Lorelle heard it as well.
If I get my hands on Howyn’s daughter, I’m not sure I can guarantee her safe return, Fane warned.
We should probably play along long enough to find out what the injector contains.
He’ll release Brianna! Lorelle cut in. There’s nothing to debate.
Her impassioned statement made Fane smile. “Tell Chancellor Howyn I accept his generous offer.” He snatched the injector out of the general’s hand. “We’ll need more of this.”
“I’ll see to it.”
Silence hung in the air long after the general left.
“Can we trust Howyn to fulfill his end of the bargain?” Lorelle asked.
“Hell, no!”
“Not a chance.” Mal Ton’s response overlapped Fane’s.
“If Howyn has known where we were, why hasn’t he made a move against us?” Fane stroked his chin, obviously distressed by the implications.
“He was too busy obliterating Stilox,” Mal Ton muttered.