by Ivy Barrett
Tingles danced across her skin, congregating in her nipples. Finally. She loosened the towel and let it fall to the floor. Her pussy ached and her nipples beaded, more than ready for his fingers or mouth. It had only been an hour or so since he fucked her in his cabin, so why was she so wound up? This was rut, she realized. Their exchange of bodily fluids had triggered the reaction in her. Now she would want him as badly as he wanted her. She was in serious trouble.
His muscles rippled as he walked, his hard cock bobbing in the air in front of him. Instinctively, she licked her lips, wanting to taste him, feel his thick shaft slide against her tongue and bump the back of her mouth. He would shiver and groan, helpless to resist his desire for her.
“Bend over the bed,” he ordered.
She started to argue. She wanted his cock in her mouth. Why would he refuse?
“Did you hear me?” Impatience snapped through his tone.
She sighed. “Yes, Sir.” With one longing glance at his cock, she moved closer to the bed and started to kneel down beside it.
“No. Bend from the waist, and move your feet at least shoulder width apart.”
Reluctantly, she moved into the position he’d described. “Have I done something wrong?”
“No.” He moved behind her and squeezed her bottom with both hands. “This ass belongs to me. Correct?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then I’ll spank it whenever I please.” As if to prove his claim, he swatted each cheek four times in quick succession, not giving her time to object.
She gasped and wiggled her hips. He wasn’t playing around. The swats had been hard and stingy, which didn’t keep her body from processing the hurt most inappropriately. She felt hot and needy, ready for more, and she wasn’t sure she cared what ‘more’ entailed.
Fighting against the sensual muddle rapidly taking over her brain, she asked, “If you spank me even when I’m good, what’s my motivation to obey?”
“This is foreplay, mate. Real punishment hurts much worse.” He spanked each side again, emphasizing his point. The crack of flesh against flesh was dramatic, but the pain was marginal.
She rocked to the balls of her feet then back down as heat sank deeper and her clit began to pulse, desperate for attention. He was right, this was turning her on.
“The sting wakes up your senses and makes you wet. You know it does.” He slid his hands over her warmed cheeks, thumbs teasing her slick folds. “I love how red your bottom grows when I spank you, and how much it makes you want my cock.”
She didn’t argue, didn’t try to deny what he could smell and feel. Despite her annoyance, she wanted him desperately, needed the demanding slide of his thickness in and out of her wet core.
As if hearing her body’s cry, he slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy. “So soft,” he whispered into her ear, his chest lightly grazing her back. “So needy.”
She held perfectly still, more than ready for him to replace his fingers with what she really wanted.
“But this isn’t the only hole I want to fuck.”
Her eyes flew wide open, and she tensed. Did he mean her mouth or her ass? He was huge. There was no way she could take that monster without serious pain. She’d never had anything thicker than a finger inserted into her bottom.
He slid in and out, gathering her fluids with slightly bent fingers. Then he moved the wetness up and lubricated her other opening.
She squeezed her eyes shut, dread dampening her arousal. “I don’t want... You’re too big. You could tear me.”
“Not if I prepare you first.” He circled her puckered little hole, tingles trailing behind his fingers. “Set aside your human squeamishness. Doesn’t that feel good?”
She didn’t want to admit it. Ass play had never appealed to her. But he was right. His fingertips were slick, and the smooth, circular motion felt undeniably arousing. Everything he did today seemed to turn her on.
He spanked her hard with his free hand. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, Sir. It feels much better than I expected.”
“Good. Now relax and let me in.”
She felt pressure as his fingertip pushed against the stubborn muscle guarding her back entrance. She wanted to clench, to keep him out, but she’d promised to obey.
Slowly, the ring of muscle spread and his finger slid inward. “Good girl. Now push back against me. Take it deeper.”
He wanted her to impale herself on his finger? No, he wanted her to submit to something he enjoyed. He wanted to use her body in a way she found objectionable. Already, he was testing her boundaries, and her willingness to surrender.
Stubbornness surged, giving her the courage to react. She pushed against the bed with her forearms and rocked back, driving herself onto Kellan’s finger. She moaned, then shivered, unsure she liked the unfamiliar fullness.
He chuckled softly. “Wonderful. I wasn’t sure you could make yourself do it.”
Without pause, he drew his finger nearly out then pushed it all the way in. She gasped, surprised by the sensations created by the simple motion. It felt similar to vaginal penetration, yet so wonderfully different too. Her inner muscles were tighter so she could feel the slide much more clearly.
He pumped into her several times, then whispered, “I think my naughty little mate likes this.”
She didn’t bother denying it. He could feel the subtle rocking of her hips and likely smell the fresh arousal gathering in her pussy. If it weren’t for his size, she’d be ready for a complete demonstration.
“But you have two mates,” he reminded. “Before long we’ll want to fuck you together, really together.” He pushed two of his long fingers into her pussy without removing the one penetrating her ass. “This is how we’ll fuck you, Jasmine, one in front and one behind.”
She moaned. The thought, as well as the added fullness, made heat burst deep in her abdomen. She wanted that so much, to be pressed between them, surrounded and filled as both thrust into her willing body. She didn’t care who took her where, just that they would both be deep inside her.
He slipped his free hand around her hip and found her clit with his fingertips. “Ride my hand. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
Happy to oblige him, she pushed up with her arms and swung her hips forward and back, forward and back. He held one of his hands still, allowing her to control the motion, but his other hand moved with her, continuing the steady caress over and around her clit.
She tossed back her hair with a cry, feeling wild and wanton. She had two mates, and nothing was forbidden. They would fuck her any way they wanted, and she would revel in the intensity of their need. A pang of fear rippled through her as she heard her own thoughts. Did she really want to become a mindless plaything, a willing vessel for alien lust?
He shoved his fingers deep and pinched her clit. “I said come!”
The harsh command and pleasure-pain of her clit shattered rational thought and propelled her mind into a realm of pure sensation. Her core rippled and her bottom clenched as she soared high above it all. Pinpricks of light twinkled in front of her eyes, and she cried out helplessly. He continued to rub her clit, keeping the sensations surging.
“Good girl,” he finally whispered as he slid his fingers out of her holes. “Don’t move.”
She heard him walk away, but was too dazed to object. The rushing of water told her where he’d gone. He was washing his hands. She smiled, glad for his consideration. Clearly, pleasure could be found back there, but there were dangers too. She was relieved that he wanted to be careful.
She was still bent over the bed, struggling to catch her breath when he returned a short time later. He tangled his fingers in the back of her hair and guided her up off the bed. He wasn’t hurting her as long as she moved with him, but any resistance caused her pain.
“My turn.” He grinned. “I want that sassy mouth wrapped around my cock.”
She fought back a triumphant smile. That’s what she’d
wanted all along. With a dramatic sigh, she sank to her knees and tossed her hair back from her face. Then she fisted his shaft with one hand and circled his black tip with her tongue. His skin was soft and hot, his scent evocative, part musk, part spicy, clean male. He was so tall, the angle felt awkward, so she said, “This will work better if you sit down.”
Watching her closely, he sat on the side of the bed and spread his legs, then motioned her closer with the crook of his finger. She crawled toward him slowly, making each movement a tease unto itself. His cock twitched as he clenched his abdomen. She smiled at him, then zeroed in on her target, wanting it with ravenous intensity. Wrapping her fingers firmly around the base of his shaft, she stroked him, memorizing his textures and inhaling his scent. She rubbed him with her fingers, then her lips, promising him pleasures, then making him wait.
“Enough,” he growled, lightly tugging her hair. “Suck it now.”
A siren’s smile curved her lips as she circled his sensitive tip with her tongue, around and around, then back and forth across the tiny slit. All the while, she stroked his long shaft, her rhythm steady, yet slow. A bead of moisture formed and she caught it on her tongue tip. She closed her eyes and savored the taste. Similar to his scent, he tasted slightly salty with a hint of spice. She parted her lips and sucked just the head into her mouth. Her hand stopped moving, forming a firm ring around the base as her lips drew on his tip.
“I can’t come inside you,” he reminded, in a tense, urgent tone. “I’ll pull out when I’m close, and you can finish me with your hand.”
She nodded without releasing him, unable to hide her disappointment. She wanted him to come in her mouth, wanted his unique taste all over her tongue and sliding down her throat. She wanted it coating her breasts and dripping from her pussy. She couldn’t explain the obsession. It was visceral, an instinctive craving for her mate’s virility.
Instead of dwelling on what he wasn’t permitting her, she focused on the fullness of his shaft in her mouth, and the soft skin sliding against her lips. It felt so good to be surrounded by his scent and filled with his hot, hard flesh. He framed her face with his hands and pumped into her willing mouth. His scent intensified, and his taste spread across her tongue. Pre-cum, she realized and sucked even harder. It was thrilling to know he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
He fucked into her faster, muscles straining, fingers tangling in her hair. “Oh, gods.” He dropped his head back and shuttled faster. She tilted her head, allowing him deeper, offering her throat. She didn’t care if he gagged her or cut off her air. She wanted his balls slapping against her chin and his entire cock deep inside her. For just a moment reality blurred and she felt an odd, floaty euphoria.
His thrusts were brutal, deep, and merciless. She was empty, open, waiting, feeling only her need to please him. Each of his groans sent a pulse of pleasure through her body, and the endless slide of his thick cock became the rhythm of her universe. She floated, weightless, ready, desperate to finally be filled.
He suddenly jerked to the side, dragging his cock out of her mouth and spilling his seed in his hand. “Godsdamn it,” he muttered. “I hope to the stars Zilrath is worth it.”
Dazed from the harsh interruption of the wonderful sensations, and still aching with the strange hunger, she agreed wholeheartedly.
Chapter Six
Zilrath stepped through the gateway, but when he emerged, he was in an open field, not his office. “What the hells, Vikrin?”
The gatekeeper came through after him and quickly closed the portal. “I’m not having this conversation in your office. If the Protectorate doesn’t have it wired, you can guarantee the humans do.”
He was probably right. Zilrath just wasn’t sure what else there was to say. “So speak.”
“I know you’ll inform the Protectorate,” Vikrin said, his voice low and hostile.
Zilrath glared at his onetime friend. The statement was a challenge to his honor. “I haven’t decided what I’ll do.”
“You’ll tell them,” Vikrin insisted. “They bribed you with pussy. Everyone knows you’re a Ventori bitch now.”
Zilrath’s fist flew of its own volition, connecting with the gatekeeper’s jaw. The blow whipped Vikrin’s head to the side, and he stumbled backward. He quickly righted himself and advanced, fists ready to retaliate.
Zilrath easily blocked Vikrin’s attempts to punch him, then landed a solid blow to the gatekeeper’s gut. The breath whooshed out of Vikrin’s lungs, and he doubled over, eyes wide with disbelief. Zilrath’s Ventori security team had taught him basic self-defense, but Zilrath didn’t really want to harm the mystic.
After a moment’s pause and a muffled grunt, Vikrin unfolded slowly, fury burning brightly in his eyes. His hands unfolded, and Zilrath tensed. “Enough! I am not your enemy.”
Vikrin gathered energy, creating translucent distortions around his hands. He pulled the energy in on itself, condensing raw power into fluctuating balls. Knowing what came next, Zilrath instinctively dove for cover, but they were in an open field. Vikrin threw the pulsing balls, effortlessly anticipating Zilrath’s trajectory. One hit Zilrath’s ankle, the other his shoulder, slamming him into the ground.
“You disloyal bastard!” Vikrin shouted, immediately gathering more energy.
Breathless and dazed, Zilrath pushed to his hands and knees but didn’t try to rise. “Are you finished?”
Vikrin just glared at him. The gatekeeper could have summoned a portal and departed at any time, leaving Zilrath stranded—wherever they were. Vikrin was still here, so there was still hope for salvaging the situation.
Zilrath slowly climbed to his feet and finger-combed his hair back from his face. “What will the other gatekeepers say?”
Zilrath thought Vikrin wouldn’t answer, but he finally sighed and admitted, “I don’t know. Most are terrified of the Skarilians. We’re gatekeepers, not soldiers.”
“The bruises on half my body say otherwise.” Zilrath softened the complaint with a smile, but he needn’t have bothered. The gatekeeper’s semi-hostile expression didn’t change.
“That sort of outburst takes massive stores of energy. It’s not sustainable in battle.” The tension in Vikrin’s features gradually eased. He scrubbed his lower face with his hand then looked into Zilrath’s eyes. “I’ve known you for a very long time. How could you turn your back on centuries of Tavorian traditions? Remaining neutral in all conflicts is the only thing—”
“The Skarilians destroyed our world.” Zilrath fought down the need to yell and shake the stubborn gatekeeper until he opened his eyes to the dire truth. “We’re in this thing whether we want to be or not.”
“But you joined with a human female.” Vikrin shuddered. “Not only is that unlawful, but it’s also immoral.”
“Adapt to survive.” Zilrath paused for emphasis, making sure he had Vikrin’s full attention. “It’s an inescapable fact of life. Those who evolve with their environment thrive. Those who refuse, or are unable to change, die.”
They stared at each other in tense silence for a moment, then the gatekeeper shook his head. “Don’t you want children? No human can trigger our mating instincts, so how will you—”
“Jasmine triggered mine.” It was the first time Zilrath had admitted it out loud, and he felt the import of every word. “I don’t yet understand how, but Jasmine is my mate.”
“This could not be coincidence,” Vikrin said. “Did the Ventori do something to you?”
“No. I would never have allowed such a thing.”
“Then it must be her.” Vikrin’s brow smoothed and his lips relaxed, but his gaze narrowed.
Not wanting to discuss his personal life in any more depth than he already had, Zilrath asked, “Can you do it? Are there enough gatekeepers left with sufficient power to open a mega-portal?”
Vikrin seemed to deliberate forever, but he finally decided. “It would be challenging, but I believe we can.” Vikrin folded his arms over his chest, his
gaze boring into Zilrath’s. “Give me seven days before you tell the Protectorate.”
“Why? We cannot ally with the Yashonty. We owe our very existence to the Ventori.”
“Not everyone sees it that way,” Vikrin warned. “The evacuation was unavoidable, but why are we still here? It has been six months. What are the elders waiting for? Let’s find a new homeland and start rebuilding our lives. Combining with other races is not the Tavorian way.”
“It’s not that simple,” Zilrath insisted. “Uninhabited planets capable of sustaining Tavorian life are surprisingly hard to find.”
“Are you even looking or has the elder board decided that Earth is good enough for the few of us who survived?”
The bitterness in Vikrin’s tone surprised Zilrath. He’d known the gatekeeper wasn’t a fan of the alliance the elder board had formed with the Protectorate but never guessed his dissatisfaction ran this deep. The fucking Yashonty had chosen his target well. “We are looking. Tavorians have always kept to ourselves. There is no reason for that to change.”
“Explain that to your Ventori master and your human mate.” Vikrin shook his head, disdain clear in his bright blue gaze. “You’re a lost cause, but the rest of us are still hopeful that Tavor can rise again. Wait until I’ve spoken with the others. That’s all I want from you. It’s not too much to ask.”
Zilrath sighed heavily. Keeping secrets from Kellan and Jasmine was difficult. Their pod was still fragile. He didn’t want this to screw things up for himself. “Will it really take you a week to contact them all?”
“Likely. I wasn’t exaggerating. Look at the hoops we had to jump through today. I’ll need to do that at least seven times. I might need to speak to some more than once. Several won’t make a move without others. This could get very complicated.”
“Fine. I’ll give you a week. But you must tell me what the others decide before you tell Ram.”
Vikrin rubbed his chin and his eyes narrowed. “That seems fair.” He extended his hand. “Let’s seal the agreement in the human way.”