Torrid Teasers Volume 27 [Kazphyrian Sci-Fi Series]

by Cheri Valmont

Nor could he. “Arghhhhh ... yes!"

  Her sheath felt so tight due to his large size. She'd never had a male so well-endowed.

  They quickly found their own rhythm, panting and grunting as JarrRon pounded into her body. Closing her eyes, with the sight of his beautifully aroused face etched on her brain, she let her body respond to every pump, every thrust of his lean hips into her pussy, until with a long protracted moan she let him shoot her being to the stars. “Mmm, oh, yessss!"

  "That's it ... ah ... little one ... give me everything ... yes!” And with his last word a shout, JarrRon's movements became furious in their intensity and he exploded, sending his hot seed gushing into her slick core, joining her in her ecstasy.

  To Aimee's surprise, JarrRon didn't leave her directly. Instead, he slid down into her soft arms, resting his head against her breasts, as she contented herself by caressing his hair.

  After a few moments, JarrRon looked toward her face. “You were wonderful, Aimee. But you know this does not change your position."

  She looked down at his resolute expression, that moments before had been softened by his satiation. She knew his words were only those of a man determined not to show any kind of softness.

  What kind of response did he expect from her? She'd sensed he was not a man who could be swayed by sexual favors. She imagined he'd not achieved his position as legion commander without being the recipient of such a tactic.

  "I understand that ... eh ... Master."

  He nodded his head, causing her to gasp when she felt the sharp rub of his beard against her sensitized nipple. When he realized what had happened, his eyes darkened again. And as if by mutual consent, they resumed their lovemaking.

  Chapter 2

  "What are you going to do with the female?” Drandol asked JarrRon as they conferred in the Velorn Legion Council Hall.

  The other councilors had made their displeasure known. Aimee's brother and his mates were bombarding the governor's office with requests for admittance so they might search for her.

  "What would you have me do, Dran? If they know she is alive, they will demand her release and if we make an exception for her, we must do so for everyone."

  JarrRon didn't want to add that because of his relationship with the female, his culpability would be called into question if the girl were released. And all that aside, he didn't want the girl to go—not that he ever would admit such a thing.

  From his first night with her, Aimee's innocence and charm captivated him. Her ready defense of those she cared for, including this unknown brother and his mates, he found engaging. For such a small female, she packed an exuberant amount of living in her little frame. It was hard to believe she'd been with him for only one moon cycle.

  And she displayed little jealousy when Jarr had to devote requisite time with the other females in his household.

  He smiled surreptitiously when he remembered she'd taken him to task for his neglect of the errant Kyrna. When Jarr had refused Aimee's insistence that he leave her to go to Kyrna to make amends, the next night Kyrna appeared, joining Jarr and Aimee for a full sleep cycle of exquisite sexual escapades.

  Now he couldn't imagine his life without her. She'd taken his senses by storm, relentless in her determination for him to have a happy home life.

  "I'm certain the release of a mere female would not disrupt the whole of Velorn.” Drandol did not realize how upset by his words Jarr was.

  "Your suggestion is unacceptable to me, Dran. She will not be released."

  "Is the female worth all the trouble...” Dran's voice trailed off as he saw the look on Jarr's face. “You..."

  Jarr stood, leaning forward, holding his body weight by his fists on the desk. “I what, Dran?"

  Dran might be his second-in-command, his sister's mate, and his best friend, but he knew Jarr well enough to move away from the desk. “Don't tell me..."

  "What!” Jarr could feel his anger burning inside him.

  "Jardem! Jarr! You haven't!"

  "What in the Jardem hell are you blabbering about?” He tried to use bluster to guide Dran's thoughts in another direction.

  "How could you?"

  Jarr looked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the council hall, avoiding Dran's searching gaze.

  "So the commander has joined the ranks of us mere Velornian males?"

  Jarr's gaze swung back to Dran's amused one. “I'm warning you, Dran,” he muttered.

  "Wait until I inform Sareen."

  Jarr had enough and lunged straight over his desk toward Dran's laughing visage. When he reached Dran, Jarr realized what a fool he was being, wanting to beat his friend because of a little harmless amusement. In disgust, Jarr grabbed Dran by his uniform front—one thing his actions accomplished was to surprise the amusement off Dran's face.

  "You don't know what you're talking about. And don't be spreading rumors. It'll be through my household in a flash. I'll have to decide what to do."

  Dran's voice turned serious. “I think I've something that might help you with that.” Without waiting for Jarr to release his uniform, Dran looked over his shoulder toward the hall entrance. “Bring the man, Seron."

  Chapter 3

  As soon JarrRon got home, he went directly in search of Aimee. He was furious. He could kill Hashmin for lying. It seemed Sareen had set Drandol on his trail to find out the truth. Now Jarr knew he had no reason to detain Aimee. She had not lied to him. Besides his discovery, the governor had sent word that he wanted to see JarrRon alone before he left the council hall. Jarr was not amused by what the governor requested.

  It seemed the brother's mate, the male one, Hankren, had political pull because of his personal piloting services for many of the Kazphyrian territory governors. Although Velorn stayed out of the planet's political scene, they knew which battles to fight and which ones to concede.

  Jarr would be willing to fight for this one though.

  Everything was out of his hands now. Arrangements were being put into motion. Though he hated the thought of releasing her, he had no choice.

  Aimee had expressed her desire to contact her brother and his mates. Just to let them know she was alive. He was a beast for wanting to keep her. After that first week of being with her, observing her, he realized how honest she was in her dealings with him and the members of his household.

  JarrRon strode into Aimee's room without a knock. When he didn't see her immediately, his gaze searched the room until he found her. Aimee looked to be enjoying her bath in the portable overlarge tub, raising her arms, letting the liquid run down her arms, breasts, body, caressing her flesh as it cascaded into the tub. The unwelcome heat of desire invaded Jarr's body.

  Noticing Jarr standing inside her door, she stopped, letting her arms fall to her side.

  She frowned at his expression. “What's wrong?"

  Jarr should tell her his decision. But the desire burning in his veins like a fire consuming him, stayed his tongue.

  She must have sensed the change in the direction of his thoughts, because she smiled that seductive smile she used on him when she was in a playful mood. Moving her body back toward the bottom of the tub, she beckoned him. “Will you join me, Master? It will be my pleasure to bathe you."

  Jarr almost choked. Keeping his stare on her naked body kneeling in the tub, looking at him with anticipation, stripped away his good sense. Releasing her without having her one last time was impossible. Pain stabbed the center of his chest, an ache deeper than he'd ever felt. He would miss her—her laughter, her teasing, her sexiness, everything.

  Jarr walked over to the tub, stripping his clothes from his body as he did. He stood before her completely naked, his rod standing as straight as a wooden spike. Aimee barely let him get into the tub. She moved toward him, opening his thighs, snuggling between them, grabbing his member, and stroking him as she raised her face, silently demanding he kiss her. And kiss her he did, until he held her breathless and wanton in his embrace.

  "Shall you ‘greet’
me now, Master?” she inquired in a breathless whisper.

  Despite himself, Jarr chuckled. Aimee was under the misapprehension that he should ‘greet’ her or some other female in his household every time he came home. He hadn't had the heart to inform her—those kinds of greetings were reserved for when the legion had been away for more than several days at a time. Instead, he'd lustfully greeted her as she expected.

  "Indeed, Aimee, I would love nothing better,” he said, his lips barely a hairsbreadth from her own.

  Pulling her up against his aroused body, Jarr set about ‘greeting’ her, relishing the moans coming from her as he kissed and fondled the curves of her sweet body. Drawing cries from her as he suckled her tightly furled nipples and kneaded her breasts.

  "Ah ... Jarr ... ah ... yes ... love me ... pleassseee!” She was a beautiful mix of wanton desire and sexual innocence, captivating him in every way.

  "Aimee?” he asked, saying the word against the damp skin of one breast.

  "Mmm?"

  "Put your arms on the side of the tub, sweet.” Once she did as he bid, spreading her arms wide, Jarr moved his legs together and positioned her so she was straddling his thighs. “Now, I want you to let me have my way."

  Aimee nodded her head eagerly, her eyes gleaming at him in anticipation of their sexual game.

  "Hmmm, let's see, where shall I begin? Here, I think.” Jarr slid one hand up to caress her face, letting it slide into the silken tresses of her dark blond hair, holding her steady to bring her forward for a slow, erotic kiss.

  That action had her body sagging against him. Jardem! She felt wonderful. The feel of her breasts pressing against his chest had his rod pulsing against the exposed wetness of her cleft. He kissed her until he had her mindless in her unbidden passion, eyes closed as if euphoric, whimpering and moaning in the back of her throat.

  While he had her mind occupied with his kisses, Jarr dropped his hand, kneading and stroking her breasts, pulling and pinching her turgid peaks.

  "Oh ... Jarr ... oh ... plea ... ssseee...” she pleaded, her lips never leaving his as she did so.

  Aimee's expression was that of a female in the throes of mindless bliss. He wasn't far behind.

  "Come, my love, let me suck those sweet tits of yours,” Jarr demanded. Aimee eagerly did his bidding, thrusting her breasts toward his face.

  A chuckle rumbled from his chest, as he slid his arms around her body to position her to his satisfaction, with her breasts offered to him for his pleasure.

  "Mmm, luscious.” He finished his words on a groan, as he set to suckling her properly. Nipping and tugging on the tiny pink nubs of her peaks, he closed his eyes to savor the taste and touch of her body, her moans and cries sending savage delight slicing through his body.

  He relished the feel of her small hands in his hair, grabbing his head, pushing his mouth closer to her breasts, as if demanding he devour her. And Jarr did his best, sucking her breasts far into his mouth, until he had her crying out in ecstasy.

  "Uh ... Jardem ... take me ... Jarr ... pleassseee!"

  Jarr had reached the limit of his control. Taking one hand from her body, he positioned himself at the opening of her slick cunt.

  He slammed her down on his rod, drawing a scream of delight from her.

  "Ahhh ... yes!"

  Grabbing her slender hips, Jarr held her steady as he thrust and pounded into her pussy. While Jarr fucked her, Aimee reached up to fondle her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. The sight was so arousing, Jarr couldn't stave off the pressure building within him much longer.

  Moments later, Aimee was moaning and thrashing as her climax shot through her. “Ah ... love ... yes ... Jarr ... my love!"

  Jarr continued the thrusting of his hips, harder and harder, until his own climax exploded from his body with the force of a bilging ram. “Arghhh ... Aimeeee ... love...” his words were wrung from his throat.

  "Oh, Jarr.” Aimee melted against his body. Jarr pulled her into his arms as he leaned against the back of the tub.

  Aimee lay with her face against his chest, looking up toward his face, using her forefinger to curl his damp chest hairs and play with his nipple.

  "Aghhh ... you're going to kill me, love,” he told her, closing his eyes as he savored the aftermath of their interlude, but smiling contentedly to let her know he was teasing her.

  "Shall I stop?” When Jarr opened one eye to look down at her, she grinned impishly.

  "No, my love, you may continue. Before you do, I have news.” Jarr knew it was best to get the telling over with, so they would be able to enjoy as much lovemaking as they could before she had to leave him.

  Aimee pulled herself away from Jarr's chest, so she could look into his face. “News?” Jarr closed out the sound of her breathless excitement.

  He shouldn't think of her wanting to see her family as a betrayal of the life he now treasured. Jardem-cursed male instincts.

  "You are being released,” he said, no inflection. He wasn't pleased about the turn of events taking her away from him.

  "Released?” Her tone was practically a croak.

  "Your brother and his mates have worked diligently to find out what happened to you. The governor has consented to allow your release. Besides, I know I had no right to hold you prisoner."

  Jarr saw Aimee's eyes narrow. She scooted backward, away from Jarr's rod—still in a semi-erect state.

  "How did you know?"

  Doing his best to calm his returning arousal, Jarr closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. More in control of himself, he opened his eyes again. She didn't look happy at the moment. Her blue eyes flashed. Perhaps her anger would make it easier for her to leave him.

  "Drandol summoned Hashmin. He interrogated Hashmin until the man admitted what happened.” His tone was flat, emotionless.

  "And?” It was hard for Jarr to concentrate on the conversation when she sat like a water sprite, naked, her body damp from their bath water.

  Shaking his head to clear it of his lascivious thoughts, Jarr told her, “Dran brought Hashmin before me today. He told me he'd witnessed what happened to you and your companions. That you were over the border, not in Velorn."

  "Why?” she cried.

  Jarr shrugged, he wanted to block out the sight of her anguish. Had she been so unhappy here? “He wanted you."

  "What?” She looked bewildered, her lower lip trembling, her eyes shiny from unshed tears.

  Jardem, I was a beast to keep her. Were not my motives the same as Hashmin's? I'd wanted Aimee.

  "He wanted you. His plan was to keep you. Had I not noticed your foreign clothing and commanded he give you over, he'd have done so. He might have taken you to mate.” Jarr's last words whipped him into a state of fury.

  He couldn't take any more; moving with speed, he grabbed her to him, kissing her with all the furious passion he was feeling. Receiving no complaint from Aimee, he set about expending his raging fury that turned quickly into lust. Another full hour later, after Jarr had taken Aimee to bed, they lay together in complete exhaustion.

  Aimee looked up at him from where she snuggled into his side, his arms holding her, her head on his chest. She smiled tenderly. “Why did you keep me?"

  Jarr knew she was probing to find out his real reason for keeping her. “My reasons were the same as Hashmin's."

  "You wanted me?"

  Jarr nodded.

  "Do you want me to stay?"

  "Yes,” he said simply.

  "If the governor had not made the decision to release me, would you have changed your mind and released me?"

  "No.” He couldn't lie. He would have done anything in his power to keep her. He ... Jardem, even now I am loathe to admit, y real feelings.

  Aimee moved, sensuously making her way up his body, kissing and caressing him as she went. She leaned over him and gazed down at his face, placing a quick kiss to his mouth, pulling away, as he moved his head to deepen the kiss. He let his head fall back on her pillow, gla
ring at her for teasing him that way.

  "Do you love me, JarrRon?"

  There. The words he'd dreaded. Will she stay if I admit it? Will she be happy tucked away in my barbarian world? She didn't realize how hard it would be for her to keep in contact with her family if she stayed here. His love might not be enough to keep her happy then. No. He couldn't do it to her.

  "I...” Looking into her gleaming eyes made him regret what he had to say. “No, Aimee, I do not."

  When her face shuttered and she turned away, he resisted the urge to reach for her, denying what he'd said. It was better this way. But he was going to regret her.

  Chapter 4

  "Aimee?” Aimee's brother, Bradeon, was glaring at her over the trans unit. She didn't want to be bothered right now.

  She'd been back in Kantrer for a full moon cycle, and she was miserable. Her brother and his mates had done their best to cheer her. They attributed her despair to the fact that she'd lost Sam; they didn't realize she had an added reason for her misery. She missed Velorn, desperately. Well, actually, she missed JarrRon. The man was a bully—demanding, insistent, proud, brave—ohhh, he was a beast! And she loved him, desperately. Jardem-cursed legion commander!

  "Aimee!” her brother shouted.

  "What!” She wanted no cheering up!

  "We have an invitation.” He was looking at her as if waiting for some kind of reaction.

  Aimee looked away from the trans unit monitor, losing interest in what Brad was telling her. “Oh, that's nice."

  "It's to Velorn."

  "What?"

  "It seems a certain legion commander has issued an invitation to me and my family. All of us."

  Aimee clapped her hands, unable to hide her excitement.

  "Aimee,” Brad warned, “I wouldn't read anything into this."

  "What do you mean?” Aimee was angry now.

  "This might be a simple invitation."

  "Fine, I promise I won't get my hopes up.” But she could hardly help herself. DoesJarr miss me? Oh, Jardem, I hope so.

  * * * *

  Aimee paced the bedroom that had been hers the last time she ‘visited’ Velorn. Her heart had leapt into her throat when they'd been escorted into the dining room as soon as they arrived. She'd been happy to see Sareen, who was happily senetted, and Drandol, who was every bit the proud father-to-be.