by Mina Carter
Indra snorted. “Yeah. I’m not sure Madison would agree with you on who belongs to whom. She doesn’t take orders from anyone. Not even Danaar.”
She was talking, but all her attention was taken up by him. The way he moved was mesmerizing and took every feminine instinct she had on a little joy ride. Then he leaned forward, brushing the pad of his thumb against the corner of her lips.
“You had a bit there,” he whispered, licking the dark smudge of chocolate from his skin. She almost groaned at the sensuality of the act. And this guy was a virgin? No way…
“Sweet, like your lips,” he muttered hoarsely, his gaze locking on to her lips. “And addictive. Why is it I can’t put how you tasted from my mind? Why can I still feel how you pressed against me? How you felt in my arms…”
Holy. Shit.
She swallowed, nerves and excitement rolling through her at the sudden, dark look in his eyes. “Errr… sexual tension?” she guessed. “Normal biological response to danger? Humans often respond to nearly being killed by wanting to eat or fuck… affirmation of life thing.”
He nodded, moving closer. Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t have moved away. Hell, she couldn’t have moved away if half of Mirax Ruas had stampeded through the place.
“I am not human,” he reminded her, reaching out to slide a big hand onto the back of her neck again. This time he didn’t yank her against him but moved in closer to her until she felt the heat of his body against hers. His lips paused a hairsbreadth from hers.
“But I feel tension. An ache… here…” Taking her hand, he didn’t shove it down to his groin as she’d expected but placed it over his heart. “A need… here…” His thumb brushed the corner of her lips again and he leaned in to claim them.
She murmured softly as he kissed her. It wasn’t hard, or demanding, merely curious. He kissed her like he’d never kissed a woman before… or like a man who’d only kissed one twice and discovered he liked it. Really liked it.
The blanket fell away from her shoulders as she reached up, both her hands on his chest to explore the silken expanse of skin. She found the line between his pecs and traced it down and under, swallowing his little gasp of surprise at her movements.
He pulled away, eyes blazing as he looked down at her. “I…”
Right there in his gaze, she saw the struggle. The pious man fighting the needs of an alpha male. Instinct fighting with the unknown. Desire and heat threatening to devour everything else in its path.
A small smile on her lips, she surged forward, keeping her actions gentle to avoid scaring him. At least, that was the intention, but the way he watched her every movement, like a hawk, put paid to any notion he was afraid.
It was like being watched by a predator, albeit one who was in unfamiliar territory. She was under no illusions as she crawled into his lap again. He was allowing her to do this, to touch him, and when he was done letting her have her way… she would know about it.
A small shiver stole down her spine at the thought. She’d tasted his fury, his ruthlessness… and she liked it. Wanted more. No, she craved more.
“What…”
“Shhhh…” She cut off what he’d been about to say with a gentle finger over his lips. They were soft and sinfully shaped, beautiful in the utter masculinity of his face. Another shiver rolled over her skin at the memory of what he could do with them. Of how he’d kissed her. God, she wanted that again. “There’s just us here. Go with what feels right…”
Kneeling up, she kissed him. Soft, gentle kisses against the corner of his lips. He held still under her ministrations, his eyes fluttering closed. For a moment she thought she had him, but then he turned his head away, his body stiff as he fought his inner demons.
“We should not.”
Oh god, he was so fucking infuriating. Managing not to growl in her disappointment she leaned into him, closing her eyes as she rested her head against his shoulder. Then she grinned to herself.
“Oh well… I tried. I guess I’ll have to wait to get back to the mother ship. There’s gotta be at least one Lathar hottie up there who’ll help a girl out with her needs.”
The snarl was instantaneous, and a second later his hard arm wrapped around her hips, yanking them to him as he tipped her over. Her back hit the cool sheets as he pulled her under him.
“No other male will touch you. Understand?” he demanded, eyes blazing with a dark fire so intense she almost came right there and then. “If you have needs…” he growled again. “Then I will deal with them. I vowed to protect you and I will.”
Oh holy hell, yes please. She bit her lip, holding in her whimper as he glared down at her. “I thought you didn’t like me?” she asked, eyebrow arched.
His eyes narrowed. “You know damn well I do, and you are playing games with me. Using my reactions to your own ends,” he accused, but his grip didn’t alter.
“Am I?” Her reply was as sickly sweet and innocent as she could make it.
He snarled, curling back his lip, and the sound dampened her panties in a rush of heat. “Do not play games with me, little female. If you want…” He swept a glance down her body and the darkness in his eyes intensified. “I will provide what you need.”
She smiled, walking her fingertips up his broad chest. “I thought you hadn’t ever been… intimate with a female before?”
He captured her hands in one of his. Before she knew what he was about, he’d moved, hauling her out from under him and over his lap.
“Inexperienced in the practical application, yes,” he leaned down to whisper by her ear. “But not anywhere near ignorant. And you, little female, are being a brat.”
His short, sharp swat against her ass made her squeak in surprise. The sounds got louder as he continued, spanking her like a god-damned pro. She wriggled against him, trying to get away, but he held her firmly, her wrists in one hand as he used the other on her steadily burning ass.
“You let me go right now, asshole! Or I’ll…” she hissed, but her voice was way too breathy to be a credible threat. This wasn’t what she’d had in mind, but fuck… she didn’t know if she wanted to get away or arch her back and moan.
“Or you’ll what, little female?” he taunted, amusement in his sexy-as-sin deep voice. “Beg for more?”
“Asshole!” she spat.
“You are fond of that word,” he murmured, letting go of her wrists to stroke the nape of her neck with gentle fingers. The other hand teased the skin over the small of her back and she arched for him. He murmured in approval, sliding strong fingers beneath the folded waist of her ship suit. The top part was wrapped around her waist, the arms tied loosely, but that didn’t deter him as he slid the loose fabric down over her ass.
She shivered, caught in a spell as his cooler fingers caressed the heated skin.
“Pretty…” His voice was a low rasp as he touched her, explored her. “All pink and hot. And humans wear such… intriguing undergarments.”
His fingers slid under her thong, pulling it away from her skin. She bit her lip, closing her eyes as he followed it around, the dampened fabric peeling away from her pussy.
She waited, anticipation hanging in the air, and heard his breath catch when he reached the dampness. His voice held more of a growl when he spoke again. “I like human undergarments, so… easy to move aside.”
She gripped the sheets as he did, looping the string of her thong over the full globe of one ass-cheek and leaving her open to his touch. The air was tight with tension, her body taut as a bowstring as his hand coasted gently over her skin. Lower and lower…
Her breath punched out in a rush as he slid strong fingers between her pussy lips. Then they slipped and slid against the wet heat he found there. She gasped as he growled and urged her legs further apart. Heat burned her cheeks as she obeyed instantly. A soft mewl rose in her throat when his fingers returned, sliding down to find her clit.
“Oh god,” she murmured coarsely as he stroked the tiny, sensitive pearl. He wasn’t
rough, and somehow that made it all hotter. Instead, he was careful to use her own juices to make her slicker and wetter for him, each stroke and circle winding the tension in her body tighter.
“Your god has nothing to do with this,” he told her, pulling his hand away for another hard swat against her ass. By the time she yelped, his hand was already smoothing over her skin, teasing her clit until she was virtually on the edge of coming. Then he pulled away again, spanking her… teasing her more.
“Oh god, Nyek…” she moaned, unable to take the sensual torment. “Please…”
His reply was to spank her again, but this time he slid first one and then two fingers into the silken embrace of her body. She stiffened and then groaned at the sudden, new invasion as he filled her, thrusting his fingers in and out in a slow, steady movement that had her whimpering and her clit aching.
“When I am ready,” he told her, a response that made her squeeze her eyes shut. “But fear not, you will not have long to wait.”
She practically sobbed with need and frustration as he lifted her, stripping her ship suit from her before settling her to straddle his lap. Eagerly she reached for his fly but he captured her hands again, guiding them to rest on his shoulders.
“My way,” he reminded her and she nodded, desperate to do anything as long as he would let her come.
“Good.” The ghost of a smile curved his beautiful mouth and she didn’t know if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. Or both. Yeah, both would work.
“I want to watch you,” he murmured, sliding his hand between her thighs again. “I want to see the pleasure I bring you on your face.”
This time there was no gentle exploration. She gasped as he found her pussy lips again, sliding two fingers deep as he pressed his thumb against her clit. He moved, making her ride his hand as he finger-fucked her, the pressure on her clit so intense it took less than three strokes for her to be riding the edge.
Her fingertips bit into his shoulders and she tried to hold on. She really did. But it was no use. With a soft cry, she shattered, her hips bucking as she sagged in his arms. With a growl he gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place so he could see her face as he kept stroking her… stretching her climax out even as she bathed his invading fingers with wet heat.
Their eyes locked and she couldn’t look away. The waves of pleasure died down to a smaller ebb. Still he didn’t release her. Sliding his fingers from her, he lifted them to his lips, holding her gaze as he licked them clean. The look in his eyes almost made her climax again but he was already moving.
Turning, he laid her on the cool sheets, bracing himself over her. Tension coiled through her again as he moved, parting her thighs with a nudge of his knee. He tore at his fly, releasing his cock with a ragged sigh. She glanced down, and her eyes widened. He was even bigger than she’d thought.
“Shhh…” He leaned down and claimed her lips again. The taste of herself on his mouth made her whimper and he lifted up, just enough to whisper. “You are safe. Always. I promise you that.”
She nodded, hands on his shoulders again. She found the soft indentations of her nails already there. The fact that she’d marked him filled her with sudden, savage glee. She’d marked him as hers, even if only temporarily.
“You are so small.”
He dropped his hips and then he was there, pressed against her. She caught her breath, releasing it in a rush as he re-adjusted himself. The scalding heat of her recent release made the broad head slick and wet.
He pressed against her and her body resisted, just for a second. He pushed harder, his powerful body pinning her to the bed, and then with a glorious shiver, he slid into her an inch. She gasped as her body was forced to stretch wide around him.
He froze at the sound, searching her face, and she caught the anxiety at the backs of his eyes. With a short laugh, she nodded. “I’m okay. You won’t hurt me. Seriously.”
She knew he wanted to argue, fall back into his analytical, practical manner, but it seemed his male instincts overrode even that. His eyes darkened and he pulled back to push again. Then again and again. With each hard thrust, he worked himself a little further inside her until he was seated to the hilt.
He stopped, cock pulsing deep within her throbbing pussy, and dropped his head to her shoulder with a groan.
“I… I never… lady…”
Gently, she wrapped herself around him. His entire body shook with the control he was exerting over himself. A hand on one side of his neck, she kissed along the other.
“It feels good, Nyek,” she reassured him on a soft whisper. “You feel good inside me.”
He shivered again and, turning his head, claimed her lips. The kiss started soft and gentle, but then, like he was waking up, became harder and more demanding.
He moved, his hold on her suddenly constraining, but she didn’t mind. Didn’t argue. It turned her on all the more when he held her still and kissed her as his hips rocked back. His first thrust was slow, her moan lost under his ravenous kiss, but that was all the gentleness she got.
The second thrust was hard and fast, jolting her against the bed, and there was no let up from there. He was like a beast, taking her with a feral intensity that made her body come alive.
With a snarl, he drew back, his face hard as he looked down at her. His hand was in her hair again, drawing her head back, and she shivered, biting her lip as he bent his head to kiss along her neck.
He fucked her, claiming her body hard and fast, but with each thrust she still felt his control. She’d thought she needed to break it, to see what he was like when he lost control, but now she realized control was the dangerous part about him. Control and utter focus. He’d decided to take her and he was, in every way that mattered—mind, body and soul.
She trembled at the thought. She’d done this. She’d pushed him and he’d retaliated… and she wanted more. Much, much more.
His teeth grazed the sensitive skin at the side of her throat, nipping at her earlobe as he let go of her hair.
“You are so tight,” he whispered coarsely in her ear. “It feels like heaven. And hell. I want to get so deep, take you fast, but at the same time it’s exquisite torture.”
She just nodded, not sure if she could frame a sentence. Then he moved and she found herself astride him.
“I… would not hurt you, though,” he explained, cords in his neck standing proud as he powered up into her body. “In my… inexperience.”
She closed her eyes, tears prickling at the corners. That even in the midst of this, his first sexual encounter, he cared enough to look after her… it blew her away.
Opening her eyes, she smiled at him. “Then let me show you a few things,” she whispered and started to move.
She lifted up, tightening strong internal muscles around his cock as she did, and rode him in long, lazy strokes. He swore, his head falling back as his hands tightened over her hips. Triumph rolled through her at the expression on his face—somewhere between utter pleasure and torment.
Lifting her arms, she stripped off her top and bra until she was naked before him. Sure, he still wore his leathers, shoved down around his thighs, but if this was his first time with a woman, he deserved the whole experience.
He swore at the sight of her, the alien curse sharp in the heated silence of the small cabin. His eyes darkened as his hands slid from her hips, up the sides of her waist to cup her breasts.
She moaned and arched into him, letting her head fall back. Their hips rocked together, each slide of skin on skin sending her higher. He filled her, pressing against nerve endings she hadn’t known she had and going deeper, harder than any lover she’d had before. Within seconds she was on the edge again.
With a gasp, she covered his hands with hers, catching his gaze as her movements sped up. Perhaps because of her body starting to tighten around his, he didn’t need it spelled out. With a rumbled growl, he yanked her closer, claiming her lips in a deep, hard kiss. His large hand spread out over the
back of her hips as he sped up, driving up into her harder. Faster. Until she cried out, a second, blinding release crashing through her and stealing all reason.
In the middle of the glorious ecstasy, she felt him move still. His thrusts were more powerful, as if driven by the force of her release. Then, with a gasp, he tore his lips from hers, slamming his hips up against hers a last time before he stiffened. He exploded deep within her, a white-hot heat as he bathed her inner walls with his seed. Pulse after pulse, until, when she thought it would never end, he shivered and relaxed.
For a moment they just lay there, as if stunned by the strength of what had occurred between them. Then his arms stole around her and he held her to him.
“That was…” His lips brushed her temple, his hand smoothing down the bared length of her back. “I have no words.”
She snorted, her eyes closed as she savored the closeness. “Cop out.”
“No… not that.” He paused and she thought that was it, but then, after a minute or so, he spoke again. “That was the closest to heaven I ever expected to experience. You are a goddess brought to life to bless me. A goddess of beauty and delight, as delicate as the Neranitis flower and far too good for a mere warrior such as me.”
She smiled against the skin of his chest, not inclined to move. It seemed her stick-in-the-ass sexy alien had both a dominant and a lyrical side…
10
“You people sure as hell find out of the bloody way places to park your shuttles.”
Nyek hid his smile at Indra’s grumble as they headed up the slope. Their destination wasn’t far off now. When the storm had cleared enough for him to use the shuttle’s scanners, they had revealed the crashed shuttle they were looking for was merely a few hours flight from their original landing place in the forest. It was hidden in the foothills of the mountain range that dominated this continent.
However, after a flyby he’d realized there wasn’t anywhere near their target large or stable enough to land their shuttle. The only option was to land lower down in the foothills and make the last part of the journey on foot.