by Lily Graison
When the last of the cooked meat was gone, her belly was full, her fingers greasy. She was staring at her hands when Toren took her left in his own and brought it to his mouth. When he started sucking on her fingers, cleaning the grease from each one, the sensation of his tongue swirling around each digit, she grew wet in an instant. That tiny grumbling growl rumbled in his chest as he cleaned her other hand, his gaze locked on hers, and the last time he’d sucked her fingers flashed in her mind’s eye. He’d been licking her own juices off of them. Remembering that night, and all the things he’d done to her, made her womb clench tight, that throb between her legs growing by the second.
His nostrils flared, and he inhaled a breath, those odd slitted irises of his growing a bit larger as he stared at her. He looked down the length of her body. With his sense of smell, she had no doubt he knew how turned on she was.
He nipped her thumb with his teeth then stood and held his hand down for her to grab. “Come, Sarra. We can wash in the pool.”
“What pool?”
He ignored her and reached down, pulling her to her feet, then leading her across the cavern to the fissure she’d found earlier in the wall. When he let go of her hand and disappeared inside it, she froze. “Toren?”
He walked back into the cavern a moment later. “Come.” He smiled and motioned her forward. “It is a narrow path and long, so brace your hands on the walls and keep walking. I’ll be right in front of you.”
Sara glanced around the cavern again, then turned and followed him into the darkness of that small crevice. The air was humid once she stepped inside and she could see nothing. The floor was dirt and the rock walls were far enough away she wasn’t bumping into them.
There were several curves in the dark path and a dim glow shined up ahead a few moments later, the light slowly filling the tunnel-like fissure enough she could see Toren in front of her. When he stepped into a cavern larger than the one she’d been in all day, she stood gape-mouthed.
The glowing light was more of those strange butterfly-moth things she and Marcy had found in the old ruins. They covered the walls and ceiling and what looked like thousands of them fluttered over a body of water that looked more like a small lake than a pool. There was moss growing on the nearby walls and large patches grew around tall Stalagmites jutting up from the ground. The air was sultry and smelled of rotten eggs. Did that make the pool, as Toren called it, a hot spring? That trail had led them inside the mountain and she had to wonder, if the pool was heated, was there a magma flow underneath them? Was this mountain actually a volcano? It would explain why it was so warm.
Toren tugged her forward and led her to the edge of the water. “Nothing here can harm you.” He glanced over the pool once before looking back at her. “Nothing lives here other than the lightwings.” He glanced up at the glowing butterfly-moth things. Those lightwings, as he called them, were throwing off enough of a glow to cast him in shimmering shades of blue that made his eyes appear to glow. He shucked his pants and waded in and she watched his taut behind until he’d gone deep enough to cover it.
Sara could see the steam rising off the water when the dim light caught it just right. It was definitely a hot spring. Pulling the oversized shirt she wore off, she let it fall to the ground and stepped into the water, hissing in a pleased breath. It was so warm. She waded in deeper. It was like walking into an oversized hot tub.
She looked up to find Toren’s gaze tracing her curves before lingering on her breasts. The heat in his gaze as he looked at her nearly burned her alive and she knew she was about to get ridden—hard.
Chapter Fourteen
She was glorious. As Toren stood there watching the light shine off Sarra’s pale pink skin, he knew he’d been blessed with the finest gift the universe had to offer. She took a step toward him and he watched the way her body moved, the gentle sway of her hips. She looked like one of the sirens that lived deep beneath the great ocean’s waves. They’d been said to possess a man with nothing more than one spoken word. Sarra was doing it with one step in his direction.
He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. Sarra being in those ruins to awaken him couldn’t have been dumb luck. Many things had come inside while he slept but Sarra was the only one to awaken him and made him want to crawl from the safety it provided and leave. She was meant to be his. With the expanse of an entire planet to roam, she’d stumbled into the one place he rested?
She drew close to him, then smiled and turned, heading in the other direction, his gaze fixed on her round, plump bottom. He followed. When she was waist deep he reached for her, slipping his arms around her waist.
Her laughter sent chills up his spine, his cock hardening in an instant. She turned to face him, holding her arms out to put distance between them.
“Naeso fass bigga.”
He ignored her strange words as she grinned and backed away to go deeper into the water, dropping to submerge herself completely. When she stood again, she wiped water from her face and smoothed her hair away as water droplets glistened over the soft curve of her pink nipples. Toren stepped closer and with that playful smile still on her face, she splashed water at him, saying something else he didn’t understand before swimming further away. He stalked her in the water. Although she was splashing more water his way, her face was filled with glee, her eyes shining.
She ducked back under the water and reemerged a few feet away, her arms cutting back and forth in the water as she swam away from him. Did she want him to chase her? He smiled. If that’s the way she wished for this to go, then he’d chase her until she was too tired to run.
He dove into the water, the murky darkness not enough to keep him from seeing her legs kick back and forth. He swam to where she floated and circled around behind her and emerged, his arms snaking around her waist. She squealed in delight and tried to squirm away but he held tight, sliding his palms up to her breast, cupping the underside, his thumb and forefingers grasping her nipples and giving them a light squeeze. “My Sarra,” he whispered near her ear, lowering one hand to cup her between the legs. Her arm raised to wrap around his neck, her back arching, her round bottom brushing against his cock.
Pulling her tight to him, he pushed his hips tight against her, fitting the length of himself against the cleft of her ass. She moaned his name, her hips moving as he slid his finger through the short thatch of curls between her legs, one lone digit slipping between her folds. She hissed out a breath and reached between them to take his cock in hand, rubbing him from root to tip. When she arched her back again, thrusting her bottom toward him and angled his cock toward her, he pushed between her legs and sank deep into her heat. With a harsh gasp, her inner walls clamped down on him. One arm around her waist, the other around her torso, he slammed up into her as her groans filled the cavern.
From this angle, he could feel her against him from chest to thigh, her wet-slicked skin sliding along his body and pressing against every sensitive inch of his flesh. Her inner walls were squeezing him, milking his cock with every thrust and the sound of her voice as she panted his name made that ache he felt for her clench tighter.
He pulled out and turned her, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, positioning her over his cock and groaned as she slid down his length. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her shapely legs around his waist and for every thrust he made up into her body, she rose and fell on him, clenching around him until he felt consumed by fire.
Pulling him close, Sarra thrust her tongue into his mouth, slicked it along his teeth and rode him. The blue glow from the lightwings bathed her body in shimmering shades of blue and for a moment, she looked as if she was the same color as his scales.
“Toren, I—“
She gasped, her cunt squeezing him to the point of pain and he knew she was close. He lifted her, thrusting up into her fast and hard and the moment she came, her voice echoing off the cavern walls so loud the lightwings took flight, he followed, his entire body clenching down,
coming alive as her grip on him tightened.
He held her close, his blood racing through his veins and buried his face against the side of her neck. Her fingers were in his hair, her cunt still fisting around his cock and his heart felt ready to burst. “My Sarra.” He kissed her neck, the soft skin under her ear, then pulled back enough to capture her lips, greedily drinking from her soft mouth until he felt wrung out. “You are my heart, Sarra. My everything.”
She made a choked sound, then babbled something against his lips that made no sense to him but the meaning behind her words was clear. She felt the same as he did. It was in her eyes and the way she was looking up at him, the way she rubbed her hand along his shoulders, still talking, her fingers exploring his jaw, his face. She stopped at his lips and traced them with one finger then said something and smiled.
“What is it you say, my treasure?”
A wide smile spread across her face. His words pleased her. Her eyes lit up at the small endearment. She rattled off more words he didn’t understand then dug her fingers back into his hair and licked his lips before dipping inside, kissing him as if he was her entire world.
“You are making me fall hard for you, dragon man.” Sara smiled against his mouth, glad for once he had no clue what she’d been saying.
Hearing him say she was his heart—his everything—had nearly done her in. It wasn’t, I love you, but the way he’d said it made her think that’s exactly what he’d meant. And lord help her, the words were on the tip of her tongue, too. She knew it was the mind-blowing sex. Soul-shattering orgasms always made you want to say it and maybe that’s all his words had been but she didn’t think so. Toren gave her too many moon-eyed, lust filled gazes for him not to have meant what he’d said and she didn’t think he was the type who said things he didn’t really mean.
Which meant—her alien, dragon-shifting mate loved her. The thought made her a bit giddy. And made her want him all over again.
She lowered her legs from his waist, giggling when he didn’t let her fall an inch. “Come on, big guy. I’ve got plans for you” She pushed away, squirming a bit to get him to let go, then grabbed his hand and led him out of the water.
She reached for her shirt, giving it a shake. There was a rip in the side, not that it really mattered. It was so big it flashed half her boob anyway but she had so few things, she turned back to the water and dunked the shirt, scrubbing the material to try and dislodge some of the dirt stuck to it. When she was finished and turned back around, those violet eyes were still locked on her.
Twisting the dress in her hands, she wrung what water she could out of it. As warm as it was here it probably wouldn’t take long to dry.
This cavern was bigger than the one she’d been in all day but the ground looked rough with rocks and those stalagmites. Had there been anywhere to make a decent bed she would have preferred to stay here a while.
Toren was still watching her when she looked back up. Water droplets rolled over his flesh and her hungry gaze took him all in. He was still the hottest thing she’d seen in—well, a long damn time. He was built like a bodybuilder, had the face of a model and—she looked to his groin—had the dick of a porn star. He was beautiful—and he was all hers.
She shook the shirt-dress out so it wouldn’t wrinkle, not that it mattered, and realized that being abducted by aliens and left on this shitty moon hadn’t turned out all bad. She was warm and fed and loved until her limbs felt like rubber and all it took was one look at Toren to know he wanted her. As bad as things could be, she had it pretty good.
Crossing to where Toren waited, she met his gaze, that intense look in his eyes warming her clean to her toes. The scent of his skin filled the air and she held out her hand. “Let’s go back out to the fire.”
He took her hand, pressed a kiss to her knuckles and guided her back to his cave.
The sun had completely set while they’d been in the pool and the two smaller moons that orbited the larger planet shined in the starlit sky. They seemed to sit one on top of the other, one in buttery yellow, the other a deep orange. It was still strange seeing them after looking up at the Earth’s brilliant white moon all her life.
The muted light shining down on this strange moon she now had to call home made everything glow. She headed for the entrance, Toren trailing along beside her. Staring out across the yellow and orange washed world below the mountain, it seemed as if they were the only two people here but in the distance, she could see small dots of light here and there. Campfires if she had to guess. Seeing them made her wonder where Marcy was. Had she found shelter or had one of those—things—caught her? Guilt made her chest ache and she knew she’d never be able to get rid of it until she knew she was safe. Had she found food? Someplace safe to sleep or had she been sleeping under a tree somewhere, alone and scared, or surrounded by strange aliens and used in ways she didn’t want to think about.
“You are sad.”
She nodded, staring at the distance flickers of campfires. “My friend Marcy is still out there somewhere.” He didn’t reply but she didn’t expect him to.
He tugged on her hand and pulled her away from the entrance and toward the back of the cavern. The fire had burned to ash but the light from the moon filtered in enough she could see. The area the hoard sat was dark as the alcove was hidden from view of the entrance. Toren pulled everything from the baskets and unrolled the pallet bed. It was still thin but if they laid it on the hoard, it might not be so bad here. She headed that way and motioned for him to follow before starting up. He growled behind her and she grinned as she climbed bare ass naked to the top of that shifting pile of jewels, metals, and what she now knew were dragon scales.
She managed to settle in about halfway up and turned to lay on her back, throwing her arms up over her head. He climbed the hoard pile with little problem, tossing down the pallet bed beside her and stretched out on top of her. The tinkling chimes of the coins shifting and moving underneath her, the slight chill they caused against her back and the heat of Toren’s body pressing down the length of her front felt—decadent.
He kissed her neck, licked a path to her ear and whispered, “Out of all the jewels I have gathered, you are my greatest treasure, my lovely Sarra.”
She shivered. He stared down at her like she was the only thing in his world. The air filled with spicy sweetness, his skin heating again until he felt feverish. It was cooler this far up the mountain but laying like this, hidden in this alcove with Toren’s naked flesh pressed so close, there was no way she’d get cold.
He shifted, his dreamy eyes caressing every inch of her face before settling between her legs and rubbing his cock through her folds. When he slid inside her again, the hoard shifting underneath them, they both grinned. This was going to be fun.
If it weren’t for the fact he would have to keep leaving to find food and water, he’d keep Sarra here forever.
Toren was leaned back against the wall, watching as she braided thin strips of cloth together. She’d spent an entire day washing all the garments he’d taken from the camp he raided and then pulled apart the larger pieces to refashion them to better suit her. A wide strip was wound around her torso covering her breasts, the material knotted between them. That knot pushed her breasts together and seeing the indention between them made him think of pressing his cock there, then pushing deeper until he slid inside her mouth in hopes she’d suck him like she often liked to do.
He’d had her twice already today and it still didn’t seem like enough. He turned his head and looked at their supplies. The meat from the teshen was all but gone even though they’d both been eating very light. He didn’t think Sarra wanted their time here to end either. She seemed content. With the look on her face now he’d even say she was happy. She looked up as if she felt him watching her and smiled. He stood and crossed to where she was, then scooped her off the floor, smiling as she squealed.
“Whareyuoin?”
He ignored her strange words and carried her to thei
r bed amongst his treasure and tossed her down on the thin pallet of blankets. Her laughter echoed off the wall as he pushed the material she had belted around her waist away, then grabbed her legs and spread them, nipping at her thighs before kissing that soft, pink flesh he found between them. Her laughter died as a moan spilled from her lips, her hips raising as she dug the fingers on both hands into his hair, holding him to her. She rocked her hips as he licked her, swirling his tongue around the tiny bead of flesh she liked sucked before dipping down into the center of her, her gasp as he fucked her with his tongue loud and filled with so much pleasure he grew hard at the sound of it.
She locked eyes with him and rode his face, her fingers in his hair guiding him where she wanted him. He stared at her, licked her from bottom to top, then repeated the action three more times before sucking that pearl of flesh into his mouth until her legs were shaking, then speared her with his tongue. He couldn't get enough of her. Craved the taste of her cunt, ached to hear her whisper his name as if it were a prayer.
Her legs closed, her warm thighs trapping his head as her breaths came quicker, her hips rocking faster until she screamed, her body convulsing. He lapped up every drop of her pleasure until she pushed him away, her legs jerking as he crawled over her, fumbled with the ties on the pants he wore and guided himself inside her. He sucked in a breath at the heat, her muscles still contracting, squeezing around his cock as he drove in as deep as he could go, then pulled out and pushed back in.
Soft cries were panted out by his ear, her arms and legs closing around him to hold him to her and her nails scoring his back made his balls draw in tight, chills running laps up and down his spine before his grip on her tightened. His need for her tore his self-control away before he was spilling inside her.
It took long minutes for him to catch his breath, for the heat riding his body to cool. Sarra’s hold on him never loosened, her face buried against his neck, her arms clenched across his back, her hands tight on his shoulders.