The Arcav Guard's Female

by Hope Hart

  No one has ever wanted me this much.

  He takes my lips in a deep kiss, and I moan against his mouth as his fingers find me again. And then they disappear, and I open my mouth to protest, but he’s already dropping to his knees, eyes dark as he stares up at me.

  Then he buries his face between my thighs, lapping at me, groaning at my taste. His hands move around to my butt, holding me in place as he circles my clit with his tongue, the sucks gently at my nub, his growl vibrating against me.

  I’m incoherent with need, begging and pleading, my whole body shaking as he plays with me.

  And then he pushes two fingers into me, pumping slowly as he tongues my clit. My whole body tenses as he crooks his fingers, hitting my g-spot even as his tongue hits just the right place…

  I shriek as I come apart in his arms, and he continues to fuck me with his fingers, still playing with my clit, drawing my pleasure out.

  Finally, I slump against the wall, and it’s only Vazta’s hands holding me that keep me from falling to my knees. He shoots me a wicked, wicked grin, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and I feel my face heat as he licks them.

  “That was incredible,” I manage to get out.

  “Oh, little female,” he says, getting to his feet. “We are just getting started.”

  He presses a few buttons on the bathing chamber and I shiver as warm air hits us, drying the water from our bodies. I’m still damp when Vazta shuts it off, pulling me into his arms as he steps out of the bathing chamber, striding into his bedroom.

  I’m still shaking with a mixture of nervousness and need. If I do this with Vazta… things will change. I know he’s an amazing guy who would do anything to make me happy. Truthfully, I don’t deserve such an incredible guy in my life. But if I choose this…

  Vazta stops in front of his bed and places me on my feet. He steps closer, taking my face in his hands as he stares down into my face.

  “I want you, Peyton. Do you want me too?”

  There’s only one answer to that.

  “Yes.”

  He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a carnal imitation of sex. I shiver against him, and just like that, I need him inside me. Now.

  He picks me up and leans over, placing me gently on the bed. He follows me down, and then his mouth is exploring my body, licking and nibbling as he makes me squirm, grinning up at me as he holds me down, preventing my escape as he finds all my most sensitive, ticklish spots.

  He makes his way back down, and as much as I loved him eating me out, I stop him, grabbing his shoulders.

  “Please, Vazta. I need you inside me.”

  His horns straighten at my declaration and he nods, moving back up to me. I reach down, gasping at the heat of him, hard and huge against me.

  This will either be the best sex I’ve ever had… or ruin my vagina for life.

  He must sense my sudden worry, because he leans forward, taking my lips again.

  “I will never hurt you,” he murmurs against my mouth, and tears fill my eyes at his vow.

  “I trust you,” I say, and he pushes forward, nudging at my entrance. I blow out a breath, forcing myself to relax, basking at the approval in his eyes. I widen my thighs further, and he slides in, filling me up, even as he pauses to get me used to him.

  He pushes my hair off my face, leaning down to nibble at my lips while I adjust. One of his hands plays with my nipples, rolling them until I gasp, shifting, and he slides deeper. Vazta is shaking above me, the fight for control evident as he slowly withdraws and thrusts slowly in again, this time making it in further.

  He hits my clit and I gasp, so he does it again, and then I’m groaning against him as I wrap my legs around his waist.

  “Oh god.”

  It feels good. So good that I can feel my eyes rolling up into my head as grinds against me, making me moan.

  Finally, his hips are against mine, and he pulls out, thrusting deep again. He growls even as I gasp, and then I rock my hips against him, grinding even as he pushes my legs further back to get even deeper.

  His pelvic bone hits my clit just as he strokes my g-spot and just like that, I’m coming, shattering as he growls again, continuing to thrust hard and fast, dragging my orgasm on and on. Finally, he stiffens, a hoarse groan leaving his throat as he empties inside me, branding me in a way no other man ever has.

  Chapter Ten

  Peyton

  I wake, wrapped in Vazta’s arms. My pussy feels sore and swollen, which isn’t surprising since Vazta woke me multiple times in the night, ensuring I had at least two screaming orgasms each time.

  You know what else isn’t surprising?

  The silver mating bands wrapped around my wrists.

  Vazta is gently stroking my wrist, and I can tell he’s awake. I can feel him. Not just his presence behind me, but his presence deep inside me.

  I swallow around the lump in my throat, even as he leans forward, gently pressing a kiss to my cheek. I can feel his happiness, radiating from him, but he is trying his best to dampen it, to not share that pleasure with me.

  Because he is worried about my reaction.

  I can sense the wariness within him- from both his body language and the mating bond.

  “I am sorry you are not happy,” he says finally, pulling himself from the bed.

  “It’s not that I’m not happy Vazta—” I start, but he’s already stalking into the bathing room, face hard.

  I sigh, flopping back into the bed.

  Truthfully, I don’t know how to feel, but I glare down at the bands anyway. It would be nice to be able to work through my own feelings without Vazta getting an inside look at my emotions.

  Screw this.

  I get out of bed and follow Vazta, enjoying the sight of him naked as he stands under the hot water. Many Arcav have admitted to preferring the human way to clean themselves, even if it is less efficient than the cleansing steam generated on the Arcav setting.

  Vazta narrows his eyes at me, and weirdly, amusement hits me. It takes me a moment to recognize the feeling as my own. Who knew he could be such a grump?

  My amusement doesn’t seem to please him, and he turns his back on me, giving me an excellent view of his butt. He seems more pleased with my lust and looks over his shoulder at me, his horns straightening as he runs his eyes over my naked body.

  So… he’s choosing the silent treatment, huh?

  I stride into the bathing chamber and drop to my knees. Vazta’s surprise hits me, immediately followed by stunned lust as I take his cock in my hand, kissing and caressing the thick length.

  He groans as I lick around the tip, before slowly sliding him into my mouth, testing how far I can take him.

  It’s not far. The rumors about Arcav guys being bigger everywhere are correct. Luckily, I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to practice.

  Not today though.

  Vazta lets out a rough curse, and then he’s dragging me to my feet. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he reaches down, testing me for slickness before he thrusts into me.

  He’s rough and I love it, moaning as I let my head fall back against the wall as he grinds deep. He’s in one hell of a mood, and I open my eyes to find him watching my face as he drives into me. Each time I tense, my body preparing for release, he changes his angle slightly. He reaches down to brush my clit and gasp in pleasure and then howl as he takes it away.

  “Goddamn you, Vazta.”

  His face doesn’t change, but I can see the strain in his body as he shakes against me.

  I’m on the edge again, my mouth dropping open when he pulls out, drops me to my feet, and spins me around, pushing me against the wall.

  He enters me from behind and he’s suddenly so deep that all I can do is groan, lifting my ass as I beg for more.

  “Please, please, please,” I chant, but he ignores me, pointedly denying me.

  “Why?” I howl as he roughly pinches one of my nipples, then removes his hand as
I clench around him.

  “Admit that you are mine,” he says, and I’m so close that I feel tears in my eyes as my desperate need makes me shake.

  I’m drowning in lust, ready to tell him what he wants, but he stops, buried deep within me.

  He leans forward, trapping me against the wall as he pushes my hair away from my ear.

  “I can keep this up for hours,” he murmurs.

  And then he pulls back, and with the next brutal thrust I’m moaning, begging again.

  “Please Vazta, please let me come.”

  He pushes in again, fingers dancing over my clit and I almost sob as he takes them away.

  “And?”

  “And I’m yours!” I admit, because how the hell can I not, when the truth is written all over my body, written in my soul with how much I need him.

  He growls against me.

  “Good girl.”

  One hand cups my breast, playing with my nipple, while the other slips down to tweak my clit. At the same time, Vazta resumes thrusting, hitting all the right spots as I gasp out my pleasure. And then I’m screaming as the biggest orgasm of my life hits me like lightning while Vazta growls, banging out his climax behind me.

  I’m ruined, completely exhausted, and Vazta seems to realize it, because he lifts me into my arms, rinses me, and holds me against him for the dry cycle. Then he takes me back to bed, and I fall into an exhausted sleep while he strokes my hair.

  Vazta

  My mate is quiet when we wake again. But no longer can I feel her emotions roiling within her like a storm. Instead, she feels calmer, snuggling into me as we lay in silence.

  I am not fool enough to believe that this is the end of her resistance. She may have accepted my claim this morning, but it in no way guarantees that she will feel the same once Udan is finally dead and her six months in Arcavia are finished.

  Frustration fills me but I dampen it. I must be strategic, and continually show my female that I am the one for her. That I will protect her and keep her happy for the rest of our lives.

  “What’s happening now?”

  I know she’s not speaking of our mating, so I focus on Udan.

  “We will go to Cilphi. He must have assumed we would take much fewer forces with us if he thought we would be killed on his ship. We will be there tomorrow. I must go and speak with my men.”

  Peyton nods, and I lean down, breathing in her scent, which calms me. I want to roar in denial at the thought of taking my female onto that planet where she suffered so much.

  I clear my throat and continue.

  “I would like to check on Agerx, and I am also planning to talk to the human female who was rescued from the General’s room. Would you like to come with me?”

  She nods, rolling from the bed to get dressed. I want to pull her to me and stay within these walls, well aware that tomorrow may change everything. If I have not convinced my female that she cannot be without me, then she is sure to leave me after her revenge.

  My chest clenches at the thought, my claws itching to extend. Peyton shoots me a curious look but stays silent, her face thoughtful.

  We head to the medi-center, where Agerx is quickly recovering. Kazta explains which machines monitor which vitals, and Peyton nods, soaking in the information as she asks detailed questions.

  “I can’t believe he’s doing so well already,” she says while we watch Agerx sleep.

  Kazta smiles. “He was lucky you were there. Arcav are hardy, but we are not invincible. A shot from a blaster at that range, hitting that artery… you saved his life. Once the artery was repaired, his body was quickly able to deal with the damage thanks to the Alni plant.”

  “And thanks to a small human,” Agerx mumbles, opening his eyes.

  I grin down at him, relieved that he is finally awake.

  “You scared me, friend.”

  A weak grin slides across his face even as his eyes slide close. He forces them open again and glances at Peyton.

  “You are very skilled,” he says. “Thank you for my life.”

  She smiles back at him. “I’m glad I was there. Get some rest.”

  We leave the medi-center and I take Peyton to the quarters where the female is being kept. The human is small and dark-haired, and fury hits me at the thought of the General keeping her chained like an animal.

  Peyton’s mouth falls open as they lock eyes.

  “Becca?”

  The female lets out a choked sob, jumping from her seat and embracing Peyton. They speak quickly, their words running over each other, but I finally manage to determine that this human was once kept close to Peyton and the other human females.

  “I heard you escaped,” Becca says, her mouth curling. “Good for you.”

  Peyton has tears in her eyes, and I step forward, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close. Becca’s eyes are curious as she glances between us, but Peyton is seemingly oblivious.

  “The Arcav arrived after Tuska took you for himself. When I heard a human woman was found with him, I didn’t want to hope that it was you.”

  Becca’s smile dims slightly. “Yup, it was me. Still with that son-of-a-bitch.”

  “The Arcav thought they killed Udan when they left. But he escaped. Now, we’re going to take him out.

  Becca grins. “About damn time someone did.”

  “Are you… okay?”

  Becca’s mouth twists. “You know what they’re like. He hurt me constantly but always ensured I was healed before he broke me.”

  Peyton’s face pales, and I run one hand down her arm.

  “I must attend the General’s interrogation,” I say. “Would you like to come?”

  Becca shakes her head, and Peyton tenses, obviously surprised. Becca seems to understand her shock and smiles at her.

  “He doesn’t get another minute of my time,” she says. “But make sure you make him hurt,” she winks at me.

  Peyton’s face turns thoughtful at that declaration, and she meets my eyes.

  “I’m going to stay with Becca,” she says. “But Vazta? Make him hurt real good.”

  I nod, my eyes once again taking in the tiny female—tinier even than Peyton. The General will soon learn what happens to males who hurt those weaker than them.

  Peyton

  Becca turns to me after Vazta stalks out.

  “Wow, that man has vengeance on his mind. It’s a good thing you didn’t tell him that you nearly ended up as one of the General’s toys.”

  I snort. “Vazta would kill him, and we need him alive to give us the lowdown on Udan’s compound.”

  Becca nods. “That arrogant asshole must’ve thought there was no chance you’d take the General alive.”

  “As far as I’m aware, he doesn’t know we have him,” I smile. “And we blew up his ship.”

  Becca laughs and we both move to the small sitting area in her bedroom.

  “I’m sure glad you turned up,” she says, raising her eyebrow as I let my eyes drift over her.

  “You seem strangely okay,” I say.

  She laughs again. “I saw your healers and they made sure I’m good as new. As for the other kind of pain? There are good days and bad days, and all I can do is appreciate the good days and get as much as I can out of the bad days.”

  I frown at that. Becca has a very pragmatic way of looking at things.

  “How can you not want revenge? If that was me, I’d be downstairs beating the General bloody myself.”

  “How would that help?” Becca asks frankly. “Then I’m just as bad as him.”

  “Maybe those bad days wouldn’t be as bad if you knew you’d made him pay.”

  She shrugs. “Maybe. Or maybe I’d give up a little piece of my soul, one I can’t get back. I meant what I said, Peyton. He doesn’t get anything else from me.”

  “I don’t know how to get there,” I whisper. “I don’t know how to get past what Udan did to us. I need to see him hurting. I want revenge so much, sometimes I can almost taste it. Does that
make me an evil person?”

  She smiles gently at me. “Of course not. People deal with this shit differently. Maybe watching Udan die is all you need to move on. Just be careful, Peyton. Some things you don’t come back from. Even if they feel good in the moment, you’ll have to live with them for the rest of your life.”

  “I’m okay with that,” I tell her, squaring my shoulders. “Udan has to be stopped. He doesn’t get to live after what he did to us.”

  “I agree. But there’s a difference between taking him out because it’s justice and taking him out because it feels good.”

  I shrug. “It’s justice and I’m sure it’s going to feel good.”

  She smiles again but it’s sad, as if I’m missing the point. I get what she’s saying, but I’ll never be able to calmly move on like she seems to be able to. I only saw the General a few times, but I still want to go downstairs and watch him bleed, watch him suffer for everything he did as part of Udan’s sick forces.

  We both turn at a knock on the door and Jessica pokes her head in.

  “Becca! I heard you were here.”

  She moves as fast as she can, waddling over to the sofa. Becca gets to her feet and they hug.

  “Sit down, Jess. Wow, I heard you were pregnant.” Becca’s face falls. “I’m so sorry about Izen,” she says.

  “I am too.”

  Becca’s gaze lingers on Jess’s stomach, tears in her eyes, and Jessica tilts her head.

  “He wasn’t the father,” she says and Becca’s head jolts.

  “It was Agaz. Izen was his best friend, so he pretended it was him in the hope that Agaz and I would be together one day.”

  “Wow,” Becca says. “I can’t even wrap my head around that.”

  Jessica nods. “I know. Have you… heard any news about Agaz?”

  Becca shakes her head and I put my hand on Jessica’s shoulder as her face falls.

  “She was kept with the General, Jess. He was hardly ever on Cilphi, remember?”

  Jess nods, and I glance at Becca. Jess is barely keeping it together, and we sit in silence for a moment as she sniffles, wipes her eyes, and then gives us both a shaky smile.