When the spasms subsided, the minister said quite clearly, “I…beg your pardon, Ensign. That will not happen again.” Then he walked back toward the house.
Shelley didn’t even have time to comprehend that he was coming up the steps to the deck before his head came into view at the other end. Flushing painfully, she drew her legs up and made herself as small as she possibly could, thankful she’d turned off the lanterns at this end.
She held her breath, cringing as he strode by. Every inch of his naked, still-hard glory was illuminated by the lanterns he passed, and she could clearly see his tight jaw and clenched fists. He stared straight ahead, but if she had to guess, she’d say he wasn’t really seeing anything—he looked like a man tortured by regrets.
Once he’d disappeared into the house, Shelley just sat there blinking, letting herself relax only gradually, one trembling muscle at a time. God, if she was this much of a wreck after just watching, what kind of shape must Hastion be in?
After a long moment of indecision, she got up and crossed the deck, looking behind her once to make sure the minister wasn’t having the same idea. Hastion had crawled out of the surf and curled almost into a fetal position on the sand. Biting her lip, she crept down the cool steps and made her way silently to his side.
She touched his shoulder and could feel his trembling.
“Shelley!” He rolled to his back with a shocked look, his eyes glassy. Then he sat up, looking around nervously, and wrapped his arms around his knees. “How much did you see?”
“Probably a lot more than I should have. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spied on you, but, um…” she cleared her throat, blushing hard, “…you were so hot, I couldn’t help myself.”
“After what happened between us, you have every right to spy on me.”
She laid her hand on his shoulder again. “Are you sure you’re all right? You’re shaking like you have a fever.”
“Of course,” Hastion said with false heartiness, so confused and overwhelmed he hardly knew how to react to the fact that she’d watched them. “And did you enjoy watching us?”
“I…” She bit her lip.
“Don’t bother denying it,” he told her with a grin. “I can smell your arousal.”
And it told him exactly how to react—with arousal of his own. Peserin, but he was insatiable.
“Hastion!” She looked scandalized. “That’s not important right now. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“It is important, but I’ll let it go for the moment.” Sighing, he leaned into her hand as she rubbed the sand off his skin. “And yes, I’m fine.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
He looked at her warily. “Yes…”
“He left pretty abruptly. Is he like that all the time with you?”
Pain tightened Hastion’s throat enough that he couldn’t speak. When he nodded, she said, “That’s why you’re unhappy, isn’t it?”
“I’m not unhappy,” he said resolutely. “He—”
“If a man walked away from me without so much as a kiss after we did something like that, I’d be hurt and royally pissed.”
“You are not a warrior, Shelley, and my agreement with the minister is not about kisses or tenderness or affection, but about sex. I am whoring myself for an advantageous alliance. Whores on your world don’t kiss their clients, do they?”
She looked stunned. “Hastion…”
Embarrassed, he turned to gaze out over the dark sea. “The truth is ugly, isn’t it?”
Shelley didn’t let him hide. Grasping his chin, she pulled his face around and said, “You’re in love with him.”
“And you’re wrong. Again,” he added pointedly. “Warriors do not fall in love with each other.” Or at least not with me.
She pressed a berry-scented kiss to his lips. “Sorry, but you’ll never make me believe you’re sleeping with him for purely mercenary reasons. You’re just too nice a man for that.”
“I am not sleeping with him, Shelley—he fucks me and leaves, exactly as he did tonight. That is our agreement.”
“And what are you getting out of it, besides fucked?” she challenged.
He ground his teeth, wishing more than anything he could just blurt out the truth—You!
“The details of our agreement are private,” he said instead, “but trust me when I say that what I am getting is more than worth anything I must endure for it.”
Shelley was silent for a moment, feeling sucked into something bigger than she’d ever anticipated. On her first night on Garathan. “I hope that’s true, because you deserve better than what I saw tonight.”
“I’m fine, Shelley.”
“Hastion, look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t want more from him.”
“Will you please leave it be?” he asked desperately.
“I think you need to talk to him.”
He laughed bitterly. “And tell him what? That I want him to treat me like—?” He caught his breath, looking appalled at whatever he’d almost said.
“Like what?” Shelley prompted. “Like he would a woman?”
He snorted. “That would be the fastest way I can think of to make him discard me.”
“He’d be a fool to discard you,” she said instead, running her hands over his bulging muscles, being unbelievably forward but unable to help herself.
“I still smell your arousal,” he told her, his voice huskier.
“Well, you’re still hot even when he’s not here.” She leaned forward to lick his salty chin. God, he smelled good.
He put his arms around her and pulled her against his side to kiss the corner of her mouth. “I find it both comforting and distractingly arousing to know you enjoyed watching us together.”
“Are you crazy?” she asked, moving her lips down his throat, enjoying the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. “What woman wouldn’t?”
“The females of Garathan wouldn’t enjoy it. Before the attack, sexual contact between males was unthinkable, both to them and to us.” He groaned when she licked his nipple, but continued, “Females exercised strict control over males and the penalties for straying could be severe. A male wouldn’t have risked possible castration or death for anything less than the relief of ejaculation, something other males simply couldn’t provide. If anal orgasm had been discovered while females still ruled, our history might look quite different.”
Shelley tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but it was impossible with all those rock-hard hills and valleys to explore with her tongue.
Hastion pulled her back up until they were face to face, chest to chest.
“But I want to go down on you again,” she whimpered.
“And I want to kiss you, Shelley-Belle.”
Her heart skipped several beats. “Kissing is good.”
And wow, was it ever. His lips were soft and smooth, salty and a little swollen against hers, his tongue like velvet as it delved into her mouth. He didn’t try to choke her with it like some guys did, but toyed with her, explored her and did a winsome mating dance with her tongue. She followed his lead, stroking teasingly into his mouth, totally entranced by the musky-sweet flavor of—
Semen.
She jerked back with a gasp, covering her mouth with her fingertips as another lust bomb detonated between her shaking thighs. He’d just gone down on the minister. Holy crap, he’d just gone down on Minister Cecine and she had the flavor of semen on her tongue to prove it. She should have been appalled to be tasting secondhand semen, but after what she’d just witnessed between them, it was too impossibly hot to believe.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in a distracted voice, licking a path down her neck and pulling aside the lapel of her robe.
“Not a damn thing,” she purred, licking her fingertips and then sucking them into her mouth. I tasted Minister Cecine’s semen in Hastion’s mouth…
Completely diverted by her imagination, she didn’t even notice what Hastion was doing until her nipple was sucked into t
he wet inferno of his mouth. She arched up with a wild cry, grabbing his head to hold him there as a hot tingle reminiscent of letdown reflex swelled in her breasts.
“Yes, suck! Oh God, that feels so good,” she groaned. “Harder, Hastion—please!”
The suction increased dramatically, so good her eyes rolled back in her head, and when he thrust his hand under her nightgown and twisted her other nipple with sand-roughened fingers, she came with a choked cry, lunging at him with her hips.
When she finally came down enough to open her eyes, she wished she hadn’t bothered. Hastion’s wide-eyed grin made her flush from head to toe.
“You amaze me, Shelley,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ve done enough research to know that most Terran females require direct and prolonged clitoral stimulation to orgasm, and yet you’ve done it twice for me and I haven’t even had my hand in your undergarment. Yet,” he added meaningfully.
She cleared her throat. “Um, yeah, about that…”
The hand under her shirt skimmed down over her belly. Gasping, she grabbed at it but it kept right on going, dodging under the elastic of her waistband. Then his fingers were sliding through her soaked curls and into the crease of her dripping sex.
“Oh fuck,” she panted when he zeroed in on her oversensitive clit, which felt like it was about twice its normal size and getting bigger with every throbbing beat of her heart.
“Listen to that, Shelley-Belle,” he murmured. “You’re so wet.”
Mortified at the slippery sounds his fingers were making and perversely aroused by his pointing it out, she cried, “I’m not like this! I swear, I’m never like this!”
Hastion lowered his mouth to hers. “You can’t know how it thrills me to hear that,” he rumbled right before he took control of her mouth again. His fingers picked up a quick, firm rhythm on both sides of her clit, and she bucked hard, almost too aroused to come. She needed a cock inside her. Now.
She tore her mouth away. “Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! God, please, Hastion!” she wailed.
“I cannot!”
Growling with frustration, she pounded her fist on his shoulder. “God dammit, why the hell not?”
He shoved her panties down her legs and off, and then pressed her thighs wide open. “Shelley, when I have permission, I will fuck you until your eyes cross,” he said roughly, “but for now, you’ll have to settle for everything else.”
“You bastard, don’t tease me like that!” She grappled for his head as he came down over her crotch, pinning her thighs to the sand with his forearms. “I need you inside me!”
“If you insist.” His fingers pushed into her and she gave a pained laugh, pleading for more. Fingers were good but they weren’t his cock. He slid them in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper. “I’m inside you, Shelley.”
“Oh God, it’s not enough!”
His dark chuckle sent fire over her skin. “Then let’s try this.” He pulled his fingers out and then slid them down between her butt cheeks.
“Hastion!” She grabbed his wrist with both hands, but he used his free hand to snag them and pinned them to her abdomen. Then his slick finger glided right into her ass and every hair on her body prickled to attention. “Oh Jesus!”
“I’m taking control of your ass now, Shelley, and…” his thumb pushed into her pussy and she sobbed with unbearable arousal as he eased them both in and out, “I’m taking control of your cunt too. How do you like it?”
Tears streamed down her temples. “Please…”
“Put some of that fabric in your mouth and bite it,” Hastion whispered, letting go of her wrists. “I’m going to suck on your cunt for a good long while and I don’t want anyone coming out to investigate if you scream like you’re being murdered.”
Still sobbing soundlessly, she pulled the hem of her robe up and jammed it into her mouth as his warm breath touched her. Then she covered her wet eyes with her arm and started screaming.
Chapter Fifteen
The next morning, Hastion came downstairs to find that the minister had already flared to the council chambers in Ista, Garathan’s capital city. He offered a prayer of thanks to the Powers as he sat down at the table—as tired as he was, he really needed to eat to maintain his energy, but he would have skipped breakfast and gone about his business for the day if it were just Cecine and him at the table.
He would have liked to see Shelley but she and the twins were still asleep. He envied her—he’d passed the night tossing restlessly, so at odds with himself he feared both his head and his heart might explode.
Last evening he’d offered similar sexual services to Shelley and the minister, practically forcing oral sex on them, and both acts had given him an intoxicating sense of his own power. And yet, ultimately, they’d left him feeling very differently—the heated abandon with which Shelley had responded to him made his blood simmer and a smug, satisfied smile tug at his lips, while remembering the minister’s indifference soured his stomach.
But it was his own disgraceful lack of control that tightened his muscles into knots of tension and sent him flying into the capital, where Tiber’s office in the medical complex was located.
Though he hadn’t made an appointment, he was admitted immediately.
“Hastion, what brings you to my door so soon?” Tiber asked with a smile, rising from behind his console. Like Hastion, he was still in uniform. His eyes landed briefly on the mark on Hastion’s cheek but he let it pass unremarked.
“Armitran informed me you were here today.” Hastion glanced at the empty seating area. “I hope I’m not keeping you from an appointment.”
“Not at all. I’m merely on call for the day as a favor. I won’t resume civilian service until Jasmine resigns her commission.”
“How is she?” Hastion stalled.
“Doing very well—Shauss is giving her the local tour today and she’ll begin her training tomorrow. Would you care to have a meal in the Commons with me?”
“I would discuss an issue of some sensitivity with you first.”
“Of course. Let’s sit.”
They retired to the comfortable seating area, whose windows faced into the vast, sunlit aquarium that formed the center of every building in the complex. Unable to relax, Hastion leaned forward, bracing his forearms on his knees.
“You may be at ease, Hastion,” Tiber said gently. “I will keep everything you say in my confidence.”
“I have no fear on that score.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Tiber hesitated before adding, “Jasmine is concerned about you.”
Hastion’s eyes widened. “Me? Why?”
“She noticed your relationship with your father was somewhat strained and worries that she might have incited some ill feelings.”
“Peserin, no!” Envious as he was of Jasmine, the last thing Hastion wanted was for her to feel badly. “It isn’t her fault our father is the way he is. I hope you made that clear.”
“I did my best to reassure her but I wasn’t at liberty to share your confidences. You should speak to her about him.”
Hastion’s stomach contracted at the idea. “Perhaps I will. Sometime. But right now I…” He swallowed. “Something happened last night.”
“All right then,” Tiber said with a nod. “Please go on.”
He chuckled without humor. “Remember when I said just last evening that I would have been happy to be famed for having discovered anal orgasm?”
“I do.”
“Well, ironically, I may have discovered something else. Or I may just be a freak,” he added.
“What happened?”
“Talking to you about Joga made me curious about… Well, the condensed version is, when the minister approached me last night, I offered to perform oral sex for him.”
Tiber nodded thoughtfully. “That’s to be expected.”
“Is it?”
“Hastion, Shauss’s cock spends as much time in my mouth as it does in my ass,” he said dryly.
“His spur has left similar evidence on my own cheek.”
“And you…enjoy it? Truly?”
“I do. Does that set your mind at ease?”
“Somewhat,” Hastion admitted, “but that isn’t what has me concerned.”
“Please continue then.”
Rising, Hastion went to the window and braced his palms on the narrow ledge below just as a sparkling school of sea quill darted past. “The minister was reluctant to have me kneel at his feet,” he said without looking at Tiber, “but I persisted. As matters progressed, he grew increasingly involved and began to take control, guiding me the way he wished me to move, and then moving himself.”
The thrilling memory made his heart thump uncomfortably. “I found it quite stimulating. He ordered me to finish him, so I used my finger to stimulate his prostate, and he…seemed to lose a measure of his control. He began to thrust deeper, into my throat, and when I looked up, even in the dark I could see power in his eyes. He knew he could do whatever he wished with me and I wouldn’t fight it. I…”
A feeling very like panic seized Hastion, and he took a few deep breaths to steady himself while Tiber waited silently.
“I seemed to separate from my body,” he finally continued. “I was completely adrift in arousal. When he ejaculated, he rammed into my throat and held me in place, forcing me to keep his cock in my throat as I gagged, and I…I…”
His eyes widened and he trembled.
Tiber laid a hand on his shoulder. “All is well, Hastion,” he said gently.
Hastion turned to face him. “Tiber, I ejaculated in my brief.”
Shelley woke up with a hangover. Or that was what it felt like, anyway—she was dizzy, had the headache from hell and just about puked when she sat up.
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