Good, I liked that he had an open mind. I guess he had to since his body had attached him to someone not of his kind.
Venturi’s gaze remained locked on me as I gently explored his delicious cock. When I sensed his hips rock, I captured the head and sucked lightly.
He gasped. His forehead creasing, his chest heaving. He licked his lips with a flexible tongue and I moaned when I recalled how it felt when he’d eaten my pussy. I continued sucking his cock, slowly working him into my mouth. He twisted his hand into my hair, clearly wanting more.
I took him deeper, sliding my tongue against the smooth texture of his cock as I took him to the back of my throat, his girth stretching my jaw.
He closed his eyes. “When-di, yes.”
I loved how desperate he sounded, as if on the verge of losing control.
But did I want an out of control Venturi? Though he might not purposely hurt me, he had the strength and size to do me some major damage.
Being a test pilot for a space ship took courage. It also took a certain amount of brains versus caution ratio to survive in this profession. Maybe, just maybe, I should treat my mate like a new ship. I wanted to take him for a ride but I wanted to survive that ride more. I eased off on my enthusiasm and replaced my mouth with my hand.
Heavy lidded, he watched me with enough smolder that I was amazed my panties didn’t spontaneously combust. “I like this type of kiss.”
“I take it your people don’t do this often.”
“That would require a certain amount of trust.” He pulled me up along his body, dragging me over his well-defined form. “Women of my tribe can be spiteful when provoked.”
“And I bet you never provoke anyone.” I tugged on his braids, the coarse strands rough on my palms.
“Never.” His crooked smile told a different story and I liked that he responded to my teasing in kind. There was so much misunderstanding possible between us, yet somehow we were kindred spirits. Maybe there was something to his spots after all.
He sat me high on his torso and looked at my bare breasts with something akin to awe. His large, three fingered hand pressed to the smooth valley between them and he stroked my skin. He brushed his knuckles against my nipples. Our difference in height never more apparent than now. I gasped, a bolt of arousal shooting through my body. He nibbled and sucked on my tits then began an all-out exploration assault. It started with slow, languid kisses.
My pulse throbbed a beat between my thighs and I ached with need. He was good. Really, really good. Like he was going to make me faint any second if he got any better.
“Venturi.” I cupped his chin and led his mouth to mine, pressing a kiss to his sensual bottom lip. I ran my tongue over it, enjoying the smooth fullness. Then I kissed his cheek. His jaw.
“Yes,” he said and pushed his pants off the rest of the way. Only the thin material of my damp panties separated us. He stroked my flanks, hands curving over my ass. “So soft to touch.”
“Really? I guess I’m soft.”
He tugged my panties off. “Very soft.” He kissed me and I leaned into his caresses. There was something possessive in his touch. He made me feel delicious.
His kiss turned hungrier and he cupped my breasts, I rubbed against him, wanting more of him pressed along my body. I wanted him to touch all of me.
Venturi’s big hands roved over my skin, exploring. Shivers coursed through my limbs. He sat up, giving me a chance to run my hands down his broad back.
I sighed with pleasure. He was pure sin. I could easily lose myself in Venturi, which was an odd thought, because before now it hadn’t ever occurred to me that I wanted to do such a thing with anyone.
His shoulders were strong and huge. Muscles rippled as he moved, turning me on. His spine led to his tail, which was wrapped possessively around my ankle, as if to prevent me from running away.
Like I would.
He nuzzled my ear and whispered my name.
Oh baby. My back arched in response, pressing my breasts against his hard chest. I gripped him as he licked the sensitive skin along my throat. By the time he returned to teasing my earlobe, I was moaning and rubbing my breasts against his big body.
His hands gripped my ass, supporting my weight so we could see eye to eye. He suddenly lifted me higher, brushing his lips over my tits.
I cried out when he sucked on my nipple and I clung to his thick head of hair, holding on to him.
The tongue. How had I ignored that long, flexible tongue until now? He managed to twist it around my nipple and tugged, all while sucking. Oh. My. God. The sensation. I pulled his hair, panting, giving him my breast. I couldn’t make words. Language seemed a distant concept. I could only moan and grunt my need.
Juices wetted my thighs. I reached behind me to grip his cock, which bumped the back of my leg.
He hissed at contact.
“I want this.”
He lowered me to his lap then leaned back on his elbows. “It belongs to only you now.”
I ran my hand from his chest to his abdomen. So strong and fierce.
“You stay on top. Take control because I have none.” His hips settled between mine and I recalled how big his cock was as I guided him to my core.
So big.
But I wasn’t a quitter. I wanted him bad, and I was wet enough to give it a try.
He lay on his back, fisting the bars of the headboard.
“Venturi?” I leaned forward to caress his arm, noting how tense his muscles were.
“You are so small. I don’t want to break you.”
“You won’t.” I kissed his chest and his spots deepened to nuclear black. So dark I feared I’d fall into them. “I’m made of stern stuff.”
He arched off the bed. “Show me.” He pushed into me as I sat on his cock, my body stretching to impossible length.
I dragged my nails over his ribs. His entry burned at first, like I was a virgin, but it faded fast, taken over by intense pleasure. I rocked my hips, working him deeper.
The muscles of Venturi’s neck stood out and the wood of the headboard creaked from the strain of his grip.
“More?” I asked, not wanting to hurt him either.
“Oh yes.” He gasped out other words as if it were his last breath.
When he was seated as far as he could go, I discovered his spur’s secret. It rubbed right below my cervix, locking us together, and hitting a spot no one had ever touched before now. A bundle of nerves that must lead straight to my release-the-kraken button.
My jaw unhinged as I gasped. No other sound was possible. My vocal cords must have seized as every nerve ending in my body lit up. This might kill me.
Venturi thrusted from under me. He glared down his body, his gaze hot and dangerous. Muscles rippled under his skin like a caged animal. He made sharp grunting noises with each roll of his hips. The spur seemed to swell because the pressure on the spot intensified to a mind-blowing sensation.
I came undone.
I clawed his chest, screaming my pleasure, as he pushed inside me over and over. I kept coming even though I was weak with ecstasy. I lay on top of him, boneless.
He clasped my hips, his thrust growing more wild. Venturi’s teeth were bared, his features fierce as he orgasmed, he cried out my name.
I caressed his shoulders and chest as he growled low in his throat and shuddered. I felt him pulse inside me. I could feel him come, the spur swollen enough now that his cock no longer slid with his thrust.
His groans grew louder and louder, until he sat up in one smooth motion, clasping me to his chest. Head thrown back, mouth open, he remained still and silent.
I held my breath.
He trembled and gasped for a lung full of air before collapsing to the cot.
I pressed my hands to his face, unable to crawl closer since we were still locked together. “Are you all right?”
He gazed upon me, his eyes dazed. “Very much so. You?”
I melted against him. “Very much so.”
He pulled me into a hug. “When-di, I did not believe the stories but I do now. That was—was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.”
I grinned like a fool now. “Me either.” The pressure of his spur faded quickly and we unlocked so I could climb his delicious body. Curled within his arms, I let the sounds of his breathing lull me to sleep.
Chapter Five
Wendy
The sound of silence woke me. I was used to the constant background noise of air circulators and the howl of the wind last night was almost a comfort. This quiet was eerie.
I remained still in the empty cot. Where had Venturi gone? The leaf walls surrounding the room fluttered, letting in a ray of weak sunlight. Dust motes danced in the air for a split second then vanished.
Rolling, I sat on the edge of the bed and dressed in my underwear. There wasn’t even a blanket to wrap around my body. I rubbed the bump on my arm. A bioprocessor. The word translated strangely in my mind, unlike most of Venturi’s language. It was like I didn’t have a proper English definition.
Whatever it was, it had cured me of this world’s radiation poisoning. All my exhaustion, nausea and pain was gone. I rolled my injured shoulder with ease. It didn’t even feel stiff.
My crew needed bioprocessors stat.
I leaned forward. “Venturi?” I whispered. His people were the key to our survival. Once we had the bioprocessors, we could take our time to find the beacon and send a message home.
No one answered my quiet call. I crept to the break in the curtains and peeked outside. A great empty cavern was on the other side, carved out of the trunk. I slipped out, gaze riveted to the polished solid wood ceiling. Venturi had called it a hollow.
My foot caught on something and I stumbled. A discarded blue blanket had tangled my feet. I snatched it loose and wrapped it around me like a towel. I felt less vulnerable, even though the thin material wouldn’t offer any protection.
Abandoned bags, bowls and bedding littered the area. Venturi’s tribe had taken shelter here during the long storm. My cheeks burned as I recalled our screaming orgasms last night. Those leaf walls weren’t soundproof. What had we been thinking, having sex where everyone could hear? What would his people think of me? I covered my face with my hands waiting for the horror to fade. What was done was done.
I took a deep breath and straightened my spine, facing the sunlit opening. The mouth of it was enormous and taller than a cargo ship’s dock doors. I doubted Venturi could touch the top if he jumped with all his alien might. Thick leaves filled most of my view as I approached. I stood on a large wooden platform and blinked to adjust my eyes to the light.
“When-di.” Venturi strode toward me, arms filled with cloth and a bowl of fruit. He moved with a predatory grace, hair swinging behind him, muscles rolling under his skin. I couldn’t pull my gaze away. He drew me in like my own personal gravity well. I was helpless to my desire. I was just stunned.
He knelt. “Are you well? The healer said you can use his space until you feel stronger.”
I cupped his handsome face. “I’m fine.” He deserved better than a station brat. A military pilot with no experience surviving on a planet. I had nothing useful to offer him.
His smile was like a sunbeam as he held out his arms. “I have clothes and food.”
I accepted the off-white material. It was a sleeveless dress and thin enough to be cool. “This is perfect. Where did you find something my size?” Maybe their women were smaller?
“My sister gave me her shirt. Is it too short?”
I dropped the blanket and pulled the shirt over my head. It came to my knees. “Nope.” A shirt was my dress. I was a munchkin on this world.
He took my hand and led me out onto the platform. “Everyone is excited to meet you.”
The main area seemed like a public cooking spot. It was hard to tell since the storm had left plenty of debris scattered everywhere. Some of Venturi’s tribesman were clearing the area while others prepared food.
I stopped in my tracks, heart in throat, and spun a slow circle.
They used the leaves and weaved branches to create elaborate homes surrounding the platform. Many of them appeared intact, although a few were in rough shape from the winds.
A couple of older children, my size, raced past us, laughing as they played a tossing game. They raced off the platform and onto a branch disappearing into the foliage.
I walked to the edge of the platform, needing to see how far we were off the ground. Underneath was a clear blue spring the size of a military cruiser. It was the most water I’d ever seen. A fortune’s worth.
There were people with spears and nets standing hip deep in the water. “What are they doing?”
“Fishing.” He gave me an odd look. “Do you not have fish where you come from?”
“I—I come from space. There aren’t any animals at all where I lived.”
He cocked his head to the side. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t expect you to.” I swallowed with a throat gone dry and backed away from the edge. If I fell, I’d land in the water and then drown. I’d had enough near death experiences lately. Forcing my gaze from the water, I let it wander above us where the branches parted and allowed the sunlight to pour through.
Many homes ringed the platform.
And everyone was staring at me.
It felt odd being the center of attention. More heads turned as others stood to get a better look. A lot of them were men. All of them were as muscular and beautiful as Venturi.
He set his arm around my shoulders, squeezing me against him. “This is my mate.” He spoke with cheer. “She is human. Her name is When-di’al Durab i Pallopa.”
It was?
“Is it a child?” one of the males asked.
Venturi snarled and took a threatening step forward, baring his sharp teeth. “What do you take me for? Her kind is small.”
The other male lifted his hands as if in surrender. “No offense meant.” He smirked. “You’ll have your hands full, little When-di’al, with this one.”
I stroked Venturi’s tense back, soothing him like a tiger. I chuckled at his chagrined expression.
He dragged me into a possessive hug. “This is my mate.” He repeated. “My tell sign sprung at her touch. My claim is visible and official.”
The others cheered.
But Venturi only had eyes for me. He brushed his fingers through my hair. “I will build us a home once we have picked out a spot.”
A home. That sounded very permanent. And so tempting. I hadn’t had a real place in years. A berth? Yes. But a real dwelling with walls and rooms to call my own? No.
But would I ever grow comfortable enough to call a planet home?
“For now, we will stay with my sister.”
“You live with her?” I asked.
“No, I lived with other single hunters, but it’s not appropriate for you to sleep in their hut.”
“Understandably.”
A small crowd had gathered around us. “Where do the humans live?” someone asked.
“When-di was on the crashed ship I was sent to investigate.” Venturi petted my arm soothingly. He bent and whispered in my ear, “No one will harm you.”
Only then did I notice how tense I stood. It just was so overwhelming to be surrounded by towering beings. Up until now, it had only been me and Venturi. Dropped in the middle of his tribe left me feeling self-conscious. What if I said the wrong thing? I didn’t know the rules of their society.
“Why are we gathering in groups?” A man larger than the others leveled a glare at each person. “There are plenty of repairs to be done before night fall. We can welcome Venturi’s strange mate then.”
Like a flock of birds, the crowed scattered to their duties.
The man turned to face me. “I am Argeer Dan am’Meetar, chief of the tassuone.”
“Nice to meet you.” My hand froze halfway up to my forehead for a second, then I followed through with the gesture.
I saluted out of habit. What the hell. He was the chief, after all.
The chief gave a slow blink. “If you will be living among my people I expect Venturi to teach you our ways.”
“Noted, sir.” I then realized I stood at attention. I hadn’t even done that for Darrell.
He gave me a sharp nod before climbing the trunk with his massive claws to the next level of branches.
“Don’t mind him,” a new voice addressed us from behind. “He rarely bites.”
I twisted around to find a more refined version of Venturi. I tried not to stare. Where my mate carried multiple blades of varying sizes and shape, this man only carried a single knife tied to his thigh. His hair hung loose and unbraided in a silken fall down his back. He wore a many pocketed vest and each bulged with their contents. If I thought Venturi was handsome, this man took it to another level.
Venturi clapped him on the shoulder. “I am grateful for the use of your space last night.”
“So I heard,” the stranger responded, his gaze traveled over me from head to toe.
I pressed myself to Venturi’s side, suddenly tired of being on display.
“This is Ne’flav, our healer,” Venturi said.
“Then I owe you my life.” I bowed slightly. “Thank you.” Bowing seemed like a safer gesture than a salute. Something more universal. I mean, it always worked in movies.
“You appear much better. Your coloring…is normal?” He raised an eyebrow to Venturi, who kissed the top of my head.
“When-di is much better.” He held up the bowl of fruit. “We were about to have the morning meal. Join us?”
“Bring it with you. We have much to discuss. But first, I need to examine your injuries.”
“Injuries?” I rounded on Venturi. I couldn’t recall seeing any injuries when he’d been naked. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“They are nothing.” He shrugged. “I don’t need to be tended.”
“Follow the healer.” I pointed him toward the hollow. “Where are you hurt?”
Ne’flav stared at me. It wasn’t a look of revulsion or anger, but one of yearning. Not something sexual. More like envy. “You don’t carry a tell sign like our kind.”
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