by Jaylee Davis
“Are you okay with this?” She prayed he’d say yes.
“Don’t fear me, mate. I want to touch you and pleasure you in every way.”
“I want that too.” She shrugged out of the robe and then quickly stripped off her undergarments. “Will you let me touch you?” She whispered the question, unsure if she might be breaking some cultural taboo. To her dismay, he didn’t answer. Instead, he removed his tapa. Although she was put out by the fact he seemed to have ignored her, she couldn’t help but smile, considering what he’d said about removing the little thong underwear the last time they’d been together. “I thought you didn’t have to take it off.”
A sly smile curled his lips. “True, but I don’t want anything to come between us. Not even this small scrap of material.” He growled in a soft tone. “We’re mates, and the coupling couch is made for intimacy. I love you, Bethany.”
He reached out and touched the side of her neck. Struck mute by his proclamation, she trembled in anticipation as he slowly stroked his fingertips over her tender skin. They halted at the base of her throat, then withdrew.
Before she could protest, he picked her up and stood her on the bench near the end. He placed his palm flat on her chest and gently pushed until her back was pressed firmly against the cushioned portion of the curved support.
“When I pick you up, lean back. Secure your arms behind the wooden edge at the top and hold tight.”
He straddled the bench and immediately gripped her waist. He lifted her with ease. Once she’d done as he’d instructed, he shifted his hold to leave her suspended. His next move made her thankful she’d done exactly as he’d said. Bethany squealed in surprise as he parted her thighs. He lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders so his head was between them. His hands came beneath her to support her bottom as he took a seat on the bench. No doubt, his tail fit through the open space along the center.
The position exposed her to his view. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but it did leave her feeling helpless and vulnerable. She craned her neck to look down at her naked body. Their gazes locked.
“Vren? What the hell are—”
“Relax. I’ve got you.” His nostrils flared as he leaned closer and sniffed. “I want to taste you as I did before.” A loud purr followed.
Bethany couldn’t look away as he lowered his head. A puff of warm air caressed her sex right before his mouth latched on to her exposed nub. Instead of ravishing her, he seemed determined to take his time. He nuzzled her like a nursing kitten, sucking until she was on the verge of begging him for release. Just a flick of his rough tongue was all it would take to make her come. She rolled her hips and moaned. He growled in response. The sexy sound along with the vibration intensified her need.
“Please,” she whimpered.
In answer to her shameless plea, he stopped and lifted his head a fraction. He held her gaze as he slowly and repeatedly licked the seam of her pussy, pressing deep to part the swollen lips every time. He purred with each pass over her open wet channel. Just when she was sure she couldn’t take anymore, he thrust his tongue deep inside. In and out he fucked her until she came, moaning his name as she tried to slam her thighs together. Impossible. His head stopped her. No matter how hard she squeezed, he didn’t budge. However, he did change tactics.
He withdrew his tongue only to attack her clit with slow, leisurely strokes. The slightly rough surface gliding across her aching nub sent her to a new high. In that moment, she couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain. It was as if every nerve ending in her body were poised to explode, and he controlled the trigger. She arched her back and tensed.
He stopped licking, but he clamped his teeth around the base of her oversensitive clit and purred. A second orgasm ripped through her, and she screamed his name over and over as she came apart.
She didn’t know when she let go of the backrest or how she ended up sitting in front of him on the bench with her legs wrapped around his waist, but she didn’t give a damn. They were lip locked, tongues entwined and kissing each other as if the universe were about to end in seconds. She held on and pressed as close to him as she could until she was certain they were plastered together in a way that nothing could ever come between them. Something did. Something hard, long and thick made a timely appearance. She leaned back a few inches and looked down. His dark red cock jutted up. She gasped. It seemed much larger than she remember. Perhaps it was because he was turned-on and in a place where he felt comfortable, not like the last time.
Bethany looked up and smiled. “Is there some D’Lyrian taboo that says I can’t touch you?”
He shook his head, but he didn’t appear happy about her request. In fact, he frowned and his breathing rate increased. “Wouldn’t you prefer to couple with me?”
“Yes, very much, but I want to feel you first.” He looked at her as if she was out of her mind. “Vren, lean back and let me show you. You’ll like it, trust me. Okay?” Although his manner told her he seriously doubted it, he complied and slowly sank until his back rested on the bench.
“Like this?”
Bethany scooted her butt a few inches back to put some space between them before she lifted her legs off his and put her feet on the floor. Once she was comfortable, she took her time to take in the sight of his hard, muscular form, stripes and all.
“Perfect,” she told him as she lowered her gaze to his amazing erection.
Despite his obvious reluctance to take a time out, his cock hadn’t deflated one bit. Although she was anxious to touch it and find out if it felt anything like a human’s, she purposely placed her palms on his lower abdomen and slid them upward, enjoying every hill and valley along the way. He groaned, but didn’t complain as she slowly made her way to his chest. His skin felt luxurious, even though it was stretched tight over hard muscle. She had to lean forward to reach his broad shoulders. He jerked beneath her as one of her breasts grazed the tip of his penis.
“Sorry,” she murmured.
“I enjoy your touch, but I can’t take much more, Bethany.” He raised his head to look at her. “I ache to be inside you.”
Oh, god. I want him so bad I don’t know if I can wait long enough to…
She stopped rubbing and quickly sat upright. His eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at her. Determined to finish what she’d started, Bethany held his gaze as she slowly lowered her hand to rest it on his cock.
His eyes widened in obvious surprise. “What…”
She curled her fingers around the shaft and gently squeezed. “Relax,” she ordered when it looked as if he was about to sit up and stop her.
Although he seemed unsure, he followed her command, but his gaze never wavered from hers. Bethany smiled before she looked down and focused on his unusual penis. It was so different, but just as she remembered. The head wasn’t flared or mushroom shaped, and she couldn’t see any veins along the length. However, it was the biggest, slickest cock she’d ever seen.
She stroked her palm up and down, loving the combined feel of his steel-hard rod encased by velvety soft skin. A harsh groan that ended with a loud growly purr came from him. Just remembering how his cock had felt inside her only a few days ago sent heated desire straight to her core. She longed to feel it there again. A small drop of white pre-cum clung to the smooth red tip. The color contrast just added to the many things that showed how completely alien he was.
Not human. A soft cautionary voice went off inside her mind. Just because he liked to perform oral sex on her didn’t mean he’d enjoy her giving him a blowjob. Maybe she should ask.
“Does a D’Lyrian female ever taste a male?” She pumped him again to make sure he understood just exactly what she intended to lick.
He closed his eyes and snarled. “I think they do, sometimes, but only the mated ones.” His voice sounded hoarse and raspy.
“Is it okay for me to do that to you? Would you like it?” According to what he’d said, they were mated. This might be a first time for
him, and she wanted a taste or perhaps even more. Nervous about what his answer might be, she closely watched him.
He didn’t look at her, but he tensed and swallowed hard before he spoke. “I’ve heard that your species does that to each other. We’re compatible, Bethany, in every way, but right now I don’t need, uh, I think we should just…” He panted.
She didn’t wait for him to catch his breath. Once she leaned over and swiped her tongue over the tip, taking away the small drop, Vren hissed and his head fell back. He tasted better than she could’ve ever imagined—exotic sweetness. She pumped her hand a few strokes before she placed her lips around the head and slowly took as much of his length into her mouth as she could. She could only take in about half, but it was enough. She ran the flat surface of her tongue up and down the shaft several times, then made circles around the very tip before she sealed her lips to suck hard. His sexy growl and another drop of sweet flavor rewarded her efforts. She was well on her way to coaxing another one when he suddenly grabbed her and lifted her.
“Hey! I was just getting started,” she protested.
“No more,” he panted. “I need you. Now!”
Chapter Ten
Half out of his mind with sexual need, Vren sprang from the bench with Bethany wrapped in his arms. He turned her around to face away from him and bent her over the bench’s curved support at just the right height for him to slide between her thighs. She was so much shorter than the females of his species her feet didn’t touch the top of the bench. No matter, he thought, and looped one of his arms beneath her hips right above her mound. He’d support her.
“Grab the top end and hold on tight.”
He practically growled the order. She obeyed, but turned her head to look at him. He could tell his abrupt action had startled her just by looking into her wide open eyes. Remorse filled him, and he felt even worse when he breathed in the faint scent of her fear.
“Please, don’t be afraid, Bethany. I shouldn’t have moved so fast, but I would’ve come if you’d continued to lick me.”
“It’s okay, but I really would’ve enjoyed it if you had.” She gave him a brave sexy-looking smile. “You tasted wonderful.”
He couldn’t help but smile back at her, but he couldn’t delay any longer. His engorged cock served as an aching reminder of what he wanted, needed to do next. Instinct drove him. Mate her. Seal the bond. Relieved that the smell of her fear had faded, he snugged closer, almost to the point of entering her.
“I need to couple with you, Bethany, in the D’Lyrian way. Don’t be afraid. I’ll hold you.”
She gave him a quick nod. He didn’t hesitate. He pushed his hips forward to sink his cock deep inside her slick channel.
“Yes!” she cried out.
She moaned as he slowly pulled out of her warmth and gasped when he breached her once again. Spurred on by her response, he quickened the pace. Her sheath was hot and tight around him, capturing the length of his cock as if it sought to keep him inside and never let go. He bent over until their bodies were pressed together, her back to his chest. He adjusted her hips to meet the new angle of his thrusts while he used his free hand to brush aside her long hair so he could kiss the back of her neck. He nibbled and licked, loving her taste. As he did, her scent grew stronger as did his own. He wished she could smell the way they blended and locked together to become one, so she’d understand how excited it made him.
Bethany’s cries of pleasure and the tenseness of her body alerted him to her impending orgasm. He was close to his own release. He moved his free arm to her waist and slid his hand underneath her. Her pussy gushed with cream, and he discovered her little nub was swollen and ready for his caress. He made slow circles around and across her clit while he pumped his cock in and out of her hot sheath.
As she grew more and more excited, he increased the speed and pressure until her entire body tensed, ready to explode. His arousal rose to a level he’d never reached before. Instinctively, he clamped his mouth on her neck, near the point where it joined her shoulder. His teeth pierced her flesh. The taste of his mate’s blood paralyzed him, and for one infinitesimal moment, it seemed time stood still.
Bethany screamed his name, which triggered his release. He opened his jaws and arched backward as he came with a thunderous roar, shooting his essence deep inside his mate. Each powerful jolt shook him to the bones. He thought it’d never end, but when it did, his knees buckled and he pulled her down with him as he sat on the coupling bench.
She settled onto his lap, and they both panted to catch their breath. He held her close while he enjoyed the lingering scent left behind from their intimate coupling. He loved everything about her. The realization made him purr. He was so content it took him a few minutes to notice the smell of blood. Instantly alert, he followed the scent and located eight deep puncture wounds on her shoulder near the base of her neck—his bite. The instinct to seal the mate bond had been too strong. He’d marked her. Mine!
A sudden awful realization doused his momentary joy. I hurt her. She’ll hate me.
He gently licked the wounds to clean the last traces of blood. His saliva would help alleviate some of the pain. Bethany stirred in his embrace and then moaned. He reluctantly loosened his grip and shifted until they sat side by side.
The time had come. He needed to explain everything. Hopefully, she’d understand. If not, he dreaded the consequences for both of them if she rejected him.
*
Incredible! Sex with Vren was amazing. If anything, it was better than before, and she loved how he held her afterward. Bethany didn’t want the moment to ever end, but it did the second he licked her. She’d hardly felt any pain at all when he’d bitten her. Now it seemed to increase with each pass of his tongue.
She shifted away, but couldn’t suppress a soft moan. She gritted her teeth as he removed her from his lap and sat her on the bench. Any movement made her shoulder hurt more, but she wasn’t about to complain. As much as she hated to admit it, she’d enjoyed everything they’d done, even his bite. She’d never come so hard in her life. If necessary, she’d endure it again.
He pushed her hair away from her shoulder and neck, then gently caressed the outer edges of the sore area. Bethany glanced up, and her heart fell. His eyes were narrowed to green slits and his ears were flattened tight against his head as he studied the injury. He was definitely angry, almost to the point of rage.
“The pain won’t last very long,” he said with a snarl. “I should’ve warned you before we coupled. I wanted to.” He groaned, and to her surprise his expression changed from anger to guilt. “Please try to forgive me. I couldn’t fight the instinct to mark you.”
Bethany reached up to touch the base of her neck, right where his teeth had punctured the skin. She didn’t have a clue as to what he meant.
“Mark me? Why?”
“I wanted to explain so many things before we…” He looked at her and heaved a great sigh. “Do you remember what we were about to do before your friend arrived at your home?”
“Yes.”
“If she hadn’t interrupted, I would’ve marked you then. You’re my mate, Bethany. I don’t know if you can understand how important you are to me. I wanted to protect you, but I failed.”
“No! You didn’t fail. You saved my life, and almost died doing it.” She grabbed his hand and held tight. “I don’t know about being your mate, but if it means we belong together then I’m happy. Just try to explain.”
He nodded. “Then we should definitely leave the coupling bench.”
He rose and brought her with him. She took a moment to slip on her robe before they walked hand in hand across his living room. A side door on the far wall slid open, and he led her inside.
“This is the sleeping area,” he said and pointed to something that looked more familiar.
“Your bed?” Bethany couldn’t help but gawk at the oversized mattress. It wasn’t supported by a frame, and it looked large enough to accommodate six people
of Vren’s size. “It’s so…big.”
He chuckled. “There’s a good reason for that, but I’ve never slept here.”
“Why?”
“My species is very social. We don’t like sleeping alone. Since I became captain of Explorer, I’ve always slept with the crew.”
Bethany’s mind stopped functioning. She couldn’t even think of a question.
“You seemed upset about me and Salla sleeping together, but there’s no reason to be concerned. I’ve slept with my brothers and sisters since birth. D’Lyrians aren’t like many of the other species, yours included. There are a few cultural differences, Bethany. We don’t couple or even think about such activity when we sleep.”
“I see,” she answered automatically. She wanted to understand, but the idea seemed so foreign to the way she thought.
He went to a control panel on the side wall and pressed a few buttons. “Sleep chamber one, deck two,” he ordered. A view screen came to life, showing the interior of a dimly lit room and its occupants.
Bethany stared at the image in silence. She couldn’t have spoken if she’d tried. There were at least ten D’Lyrians, males and females, cuddled up to each other as they slept. Although they were scantily dressed, there was nothing about the scene that suggested anything else other than peaceful slumber. Vren tapped a different button and a familiar sound filled the room. They were purring, or at least the males in the room were. In a sudden flash of understanding, she turned to him.
“You made that same sound that night!”
He grinned. “I told you I could make you sleep.”