"What are you thinking?" Calen whispered.
I pulled my gaze back from the curve of his shoulder and stared into his eyes. "That I hope I didn't cause too much damage here. Truly, it's unforgiveable given my beliefs."
He sighed softly and leaned his forehead toward me. "This is why I trust you."
My heart rattled, trapped inside my chest, unable to flee.
But how would I look if I retreated?
His forehead halted against mine. He gazed into my eyes, his eyes but inches away. "We have much in common. You and I."
Why couldn't he just get on with mating? My damned heart was melting.
"Only you can relate to my life. The detached feeling. As if I lived to infiltrate, never feeling a part of things. And all the while, knowing I was the only person who could make the madness end."
His palm fell over my hand.
Was he searching for a connection between us? Trying to make our mating more than just simple fucking? This warrior was manipulating me. Or loving me.
"I need you, Aisling."
For what purpose?
His eyelids shut, and his forehead slid along my temple to rub the side of his head against mine. "I've waited a lifetime to find a female I could trust to lay hands upon me," he whispered into my ear.
A chill shivered out every pore of my skin at the mention of touch between males and females. And lifetimes were eternities on Luvk compared to Earth life spans. Did he imply he'd never been touched? Impossible given the Queens were so narcissistic. And he'd been mated off twice. The Queens would never take into account a warrior's feelings. How could he have avoided sex with two Queens? He was lying. Manipulating me. Had to be. End of subject.
His free hand glided up my back to gently pull my head away from his, bending my neck a little. Just enough to plant his moist lips on my pulse.
God. He homed right in on the place that sent my molten heart flooding my panties.
My heartbeat vanished into a hot deluge while he suckled at my jugular. If he didn't hold my head up in the crook of his hand, I would have fallen. Backward or forward. One way or the other. I was putty in his grasp. Literally, gasping for breath. Squirming in wet panties.
Oh yes, he knew how to sexually please a woman. The liar.
His kiss broke away from its hold. His lips fluttered against my damp flesh. "Your skin is an aphrodisiac, Aisling." His hand gently moved my head so he could latch those lips onto the sensitive skin beneath my chin.
Oh, lord. He sucked the life right out of me. I felt like I was falling. Falling into him. I ached so deeply in my groin that I almost groaned. But choked the tattling sound back. Just to keep from appearing weak.
The world kept sinking away. Tugging me along. But Calen caught me. Holding me there with his divine mouth and strong arms. Oh, to touch his body. To move that reverent mouth down to my engorged breasts. To give into my fears and allow him to have his way with me in his darkness.
His lips massaged kisses into my neck down to my Adam's apple while his beard brushed the sensation farther into my soul with an army of goosebumps.
He used the rash against me. Unseating my last nerve. Licking at the hollow of my neck. I groaned, falling, reaching for the strength in his shoulders to anchor me in his arms as my groin ached for him to root himself inside me. To stabilize the torquing world before I was lost in another dimension. The dimension of lust. His darkness.
Calen had no intention of letting me go anywhere.
Thank. God. If he didn't get busy, I was going to have to take command. Or maybe that was the crux of the problem. Maybe he had never had sex before. Could that be the truth staring me in the face at the moment? He'd killed Kruk to save me. And now he'd gotten me right where he wanted me. But he didn't know what to do.
Something squeezed my heart.
Maybe my soul. I'd have to help Luvk's King.
* * * *
His body rock hard and throbbing for release, Calen struggled with his instincts to rip off the delicate fabric covering Aisling's breast and sex. The act would be unforgiveable, he thought. A desecration to the Queen who would carry my youngling. If the Gods took pity upon me and graced me with such a prize. But life had proven me with duty more than punishment for the stupidity of my great grandfather. A youngling to pass on a priest's legacy would be the ultimate gift for a life well-spent. A sign my efforts weren't vainly futile. But Aisling's heartsong revealed her terror in mating with me. I had to be strong for her. Control my desire to finally unite with a female. I had to love her, or walk away. And, Gods, waiting a year to touch her had been more excruciating than waiting sixty years to plant my forefathers' seeds. Especially since all four of her mates hovered nearby. The long blade of Borun's scythe could decapitate me in one swipe.
"Oh, Calen," Aisling moaned, sliding her hand up to my neck, shoving my face down her chest.
To those breasts, bulging with the milk her body used to soothe Borun's younglings. Did she offer the same placation to me?
Her hand fluttered to the scrap of clothing covering her bulging breasts. "Like this." Her fingers curled around the squared bit between her breasts and pinched.
The clothing popped loose.
She sighed softly as if released from a binding.
I peeled back the thin cloth to rub the hard nipples with my palms.
She groaned and leaned those domes into my hands. "Careful, if you squeeze them, you'll make the biggest mess," she chuckled.
Only a fool would waste blessed milk. I grabbed her waist, hefted her upward, stared into her hooded blue eyes, then set her back down, straddling my lap.
She almost looked me eye to eye.
With hunger. She lunged toward my mouth, covering it with hers moist warm lips, sucking, licking, thrusting her tongue against mine.
Could she desire me at long last? Of all the blessed gifts. I matched her enthusiastic maneuvers and pulled her body against my hard shaft.
"Oh, Calen, inside me. What's taking you so long?"
I could have laughed. Could have leaned her slender form backward onto my knees, slithered off those small pants she wore, and thrust my aching shaft inside what was renowned as the most coveted womb in the seven realms. But I wanted her to know I could be trusted. That I would make a valued mate. I am worthy of her service. I returned her kiss quickly and pushed down to the delicious skin of her neck.
"Uhm, that feels good," she whispered. "Remember that spot."
A mate deserved to feel good. I'd make her feel like she couldn't live without me. I kissed a path down the soft skin of her chest to the valley between her sweet breasts.
She groaned, thrust her fingers into my queue, and yanked my hair at the roots. "That's it, Calen."
Oh, yes. My mother went insane when her warriors suckled her breasts. I just needed to use what Aisling begged for to win her favoritism. At least, enough to grant me the coupe of living among her mates. I latched onto one taut nipple.
Salt-tinged liquid squirted into my mouth.
Aisling hissed, throwing her head back, tearing at my hair. "Oh. That's it, Calen."
All the forces in the universe tensed around my erection.
Holding out would be difficult given my manhood threatened to spill my seed in my leathers. But I'd milk the moment for all I could. I sucked the nipple as far as I could into my mouth and sipped on the nectar of life.
"Calen," she moaned over and over.
I slid my fingers down her bowing waist, across the strip of cloth at her hip, through the only silken curls I'd ever touched on a female, down farther to her velvety nether lips, where I dared to feel the slick heat of her sex. Gods, was I truly sitting here?
She squirmed, staring at me. "Take off my panties."
With a wild movement, she assisted my carrying out her command. She took no time in hopping to her feet, taking my hand, and leading me to the pile of drying skins next to where Borun stood against a wall. His presence went unnoticed by my Aisling or she chose to
ignore him and stretch out on her back, spreading her legs slightly, one knee propped into the air, staring for me as if she waited.
Nothing would stand in the way of my taking this exquisite female. I knelt and tickled her clit into view while her hips rocked beneath my fingertip. Nothing was as beautiful as a warrior's female writhing beneath his touch. She lay completely at my mercy. Vulnerable. My mate. And I intended to show her nothing but my touch could squelch the fire I lit inside her. I slid between her spreading legs and latched onto her salty nub.
She squirmed against my teeth, driving my engorged manhood to lunge.
Oh, yes. She wanted more. I'd nibble her succulent knot of flesh until she begged me to enter her wet heat.
"Calen!"
Such a cry demanded I mount her. To ride her. Envelope my pulsing shaft inside her warmth and feel her hot essence quiver around mine. I rose to lock the head of my aching erection into her warm little sex's notch.
She groaned, her breasts heaving. "Hurry," she gasped.
Oh the need in that word. I rammed inside her tight slick channel. So dampened with her need that a fool would have lost his seed. But I could hold out. Yes. I had to. Or she'd know this was my first time.
She reached for me. "Come here."
What a welcoming sight. I leaned over the grooves of her ribs, the dark circles of her knotted nipples. She grabbed two handfuls of my harness and bucked her hips with mine. Grinding. Driving me mad with the proof of her desire. Just to touch her soul. To cradle her heartsong. In a dark deep place no others but her mates could touch. That was love. That was Aisling.
She began crying little sounds of pleasure where she laid in a cloud of white hair, her beautiful body rocking beneath mine. Quicker and sharper came those sounds of pleasure.
Pleasure for joining. With me.
Pressure built in my groin, pushing along her tight channel.
Not yet. I wanted the sounds of her desire for me engrained upon my memory. I sucked in a deep breath to hold back my roar and molten seed, but exploded inside her.
She cried with my roar, yanking on my halter.
A blue light flashed between us.
We rocked together, our hips melded in sacred dance, pumping every drop of life's essence from my body until she stared up at me with those blue eyes. Eyes full of awareness. And I knew life would have never been anything if she hadn't walked through that portal. That she would birth a new awakening to the reality of all Luvks. That my seed would take root.
* * * *
Aisling wanted to do nothing but hold Luvk's new King where he lay upon her trembling body. Rub her palms down the quivering muscles of his back as he embraced me while pinning me down so I couldn't escape, she thought. As if I would. A strange realization dawned on me while he stroked my body into need for him. He'd never had sex before. That meant he'd never used the Queens the way they'd used others. He was older than my mates. Lived a longer life of celibacy. All for the greater good of his people. That had to account for something noble in his character. What had Goro said? Accept that with every turn in life, we sacrifice a bit of our souls for the greater good. Even to the darkness. Blessed are those who just give into the darkness of Luvk.
For Calen, he seemed to have sacrificed everything to close the portals and give his people security. So what if he looked insane in the process. He protected Luvk with that façade and celibacy. Obvious in our intimacy.
A form shifted overhead in the bath's darkness.
Golden eyes glowed, moving toward me.
Borun's orbs.
He began to kneel, stray light making out his features.
Not now. Leave us to our business. Calen needed me. Needed a woman he could trust. And if that's all Luvk needed, I could be her. I shook my head careful not to let Calen know I communicated with someone else.
Borun nodded and melted back into the black void beyond the pool's glow.
"A Marshal can't mate with a ruling figure. It goes against Order rules," I said.
Someone cleared his throat.
Borun. Well, he'd just have to deal with the fallout. Because I wasn't going to torture another male I'd taken to my bed by forcing him back into celibacy.
Calen rustled against my breasts, turning his silver gaze to mine. "This is what Goro said."
"Well, I'll have your youngling, given the time and your enthusiasm. But know I won't cut you off at that. I felt your vulnerability. Know you can come to me as long as my mates aren't interjecting their Breeder's Rights."
Something popped next to me.
Hollow. A thump. Like the end of a pole. I ignored it. Because it was Borun. And he'd be mine forever. He was just going to have to get used to my weak emotional character.
* * * *
"What possessed you to bond with Calen so? You know how we feel," Borun demanded where he threw himself atop a purple pillow beside our personal quarters' dancing flames.
His glare only made me want to shove him back and take his cock in hand. Play with him until he called out my name to catch his seed. I tried not to reveal my thoughts with my heartbeat. But his glower melted into speculation.
"You know we can't mate, little one. Calen has yet to mark you with his youngling."
Oh, but I could help him release his frustration. I tried not to laugh.
He pointed a finger at me. "You are a wicked female. Shall I call you Queen Aisling?"
"I don't think so." I slithered over to settle against his firm chest. "But you couldn't see what I could feel, Borun. He's as miserable as you were. As the others. And I love you all. Why can't I give him some of my soul every so often? He's king for Christ's sake. He'll tire of me soon when I wrinkle with time. Hell, he's got a whole planet's worth of females to choose from."
Borun snaked his arms around me and snuggled me close. "You are too kind, little one. You take on too many mates."
I couldn't help but laugh. "You told me I might wind up with fifteen. Five is nothing. Or four with a fifth who just shows up on occasion. Besides the kingship is purely ritual. Calen doesn't act as much more than a figurehead. He is a priest. And priests might be powerful and persuasive but rarely do they rule states. Calen is a relic. A fountain of knowledge. And everyone kneels before him to sip from the well. It's not like I'm going to get any perks from easing his sexual frustrations. I'm actually helping the Luvks by making Calen a happy man. So snuff that fear. I'm just doing my duty."
Borun snorted and wove his fingers among mine on one hand. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Too late. Luvk already happened. And my joining the game here had nothing to do with you. I've found myself a family. What more could a girl ask for?" I didn't dare say I loved him the most. Those squared Luvk ears lurked everywhere, eavesdropping through walls. Surely Borun knew he was my favorite. Besides, Calen would be off dealing with leadership soon. I'd be snuggling next to my big were-mate every night while incubating Calen's babe. How crazy it is in retrospect. I came to make a difference and can't seem to figure out how. I'm a breeder. Plain and simple. But Johnson couldn't have done more. He would have been suffocated by a queen. Nor would he have come to the conclusion to look for a second portal because there was no reason he'd ever have studied Luvk's ancient history. And Calen wouldn't have been drawn to Johnson. The portals would never have been closed. Maybe there was more to my presence than I'm giving myself credit for. Especially with my Borun. I leaned up to plant a kiss above the coarse short beard on his cheek. "I love you."
"Little one, stop or I'm going to roll you over and show you exactly how Calen needs to love you. He didn't pay much attention while guarding his mother!"
True. Calen could use a little sexual tutoring. I burst out laughing. But I was in trouble by the devilish gleam in my Borun's glowing eyes. He definitely knew how to bring me to orgasm over and over without spilling one drop of seed. "Don't you dare interrogate me. I didn't sign up for deprivation." But he didn't need to know I said that to set off another round.
The End
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