by Alana Khan
“Oh my God. I want that, Tyree. I want to be with you forever. A team. We’ll be amazing. I want to keep sharing everything we’ve already come to share. Except sacru sheswah. That will never cross our threshold, promise me that.”
“Quite a speech, Miss Grace. But I happen to like sacru sheswah. What if that’s a deal-breaker?”
“Then fuck you, Tyree. You told me to ask for what I want. No sack of shit will come within fifty paces of me.”
“Good girl, Grace. I love it when you tell me no.” I step forward and drop my voice so low it rumbles in my chest. “If I told you to come with me to our room right now, would you tell me no?” My hands reach around her shoulders and pull her closer.
She shakes her head and looks me straight in the eyes.
“If I told you my fantasy from our room on Emirus. My fantasy about the green dress you are wearing right this very minima, would you tell me no?” My index finger trails maddeningly slowly from her jaw to her neck, then her collar bone, and finally slides along the dangerously low neckline of her dress.
A brilliant, naughty smile brightens her face as she shakes her head and leans up for my fingers to touch her more intimately. I try to ignore drackhead’s insistent kick.
“If I wanted to touch you in ways you’ve never been touched, would you tell me no?” My other hand slowly caresses down her back and rests on the swell of her delicious ass. Drackhead is pulsing with excitement.
“No.” Her voice is strong, certain, while her smile widens.
“If I were to pull your breasts up and rest them on the top of your dress, so they were on display for me, would you say no?”
“No,” her voice is a sexual groan.
I lift one breast and then the other so they are lasciviously propped on top of the material. “My Gods, Grace. Your body is so magnificent.”
I dip my head and whisper intimately in her ear. “If I were to nip and suck your pink tips would you want to say no?”
She shakes her head as she sucks in a gasp of air.
I nip the cords of her neck, bite her collarbone, then trail achingly slowly down the mound of her breast to her nipple which is standing hard and proud. I lick then graze it while my hand mimics the action on her other side. I feel her knees dip as she places all her attention on my actions, then steadies herself, her hands on my shoulders.
I switch positions, giving equal attention to the other side. My nostrils flare as I smell her arousal.
“If I were to tell you to open your legs so I could smell you better and have access to your most private places, would you deny me, Grace?”
“I never want to deny you, Tyree,” her voice is breathy, full of desire—for me.
“If I were to...” I reach under the hem of her dress and glide my thumbs up from inside her ankle to her knee, then farther to rest near the juncture of her thighs. “If I were to touch you here would you tell me no?”
Her mouth is open, her eyes closed, she’s panting. She licks her lips, “No.”
“And this,” I slip my fingers through her folds, drenching them in her cream. “Would you ask me to stop now?”
“No,” her voice is so filled with lust; the sound is barely a word.
“And if my thumb wanted to take this liberty,” I gently circle her bud, avoiding a direct touch, just surrounding the edge. “Would you tell me I’ve gone too far?”
“Never.” She shakes her head.
“And if I were to claim you, Grace. If I were to plunge my fingers into your secret place…” I dip a finger into her slick channel, pull it out and drive it in again. “If I were to claim this as mine. If I were to demand no other could trespass here, would you agree?”
“Yes.”
“Say it out loud, Amara. Tell me no one will ever touch you here. Not ever.” I kneel between her legs, then look up and spear her with a serious stare. My heart is galloping, drackhead is bucking against my loincloth.
“No one but you, Tyree.” She’s panting with desire, her pink lips open, her eyelids closed.
I smile, “That’s good, Amara. Just me...or you, if I tell you to.” Her eyes startle wide then slam closed. Her breath hitches.
“Yes, if that’s what you want.” Her cheeks pinken, making her even more beautiful in my eyes.
“And if I wanted to drive my cock into you until you scream in pleasure? If I were to take you fully in this room right now, under the stars in the sky, would you allow it?
“Yes, Tyree. I’d allow you anything.” She opens her legs wider, an invitation.
“Say it again.”
“Tyree, I’d allow you anything.”
Dear Gods, she’s so gorgeous. “Thank you, Amara, but I want to hear what you told me earlier, not about your body but about your heart.” I stand and gaze into her eyes, telling her volumes without words.
“I love you, Tyree. I want to be with you. I want to sleep in the same bed with you and share your cabin and giggle with laughter and scream in passion. I want to be happy—I deserve it. And that means I deserve you. I also want to make you happy. Forever.
“And right now, this minute, what could I do to make you happy?” her voice purrs low and sexy.
I tuck her breasts back into her dress where they belong, lift her into my arms and stalk back to her cabin. On the way, I whisper all the things I’m going to do to her in that bed tonight and tomorrow and forever.
Grace
He sets me down after we cross the threshold and he’s kicked the door closed. He looks at me with all the love and longing one person can have for another. His blazing gaze warms my blood hotter than all those sexy words in the solarium.
I reach for the loincloth at his waist but soon realize I have no idea how to untie the intricate series of twists and knots. He grabs my hands and places them on his shoulders.
“I’m in charge, Amara. First, I unwrap you.”
His lips brush mine, feather-soft, then harder while he unzips my dress. His hands slide the emerald fabric down my body and the beautiful creation whispers to the ground. I step out from the middle of the silken puddle to stand so close to him my nipples graze his chest. I wore no underwear, I’m fully naked for his inspection.
He groans as he untwines the loincloth from his body. He pulls me to him, every inch of his warm skin is pressed against mine, his cock is pulsing against my midriff.
He nips my lips with his, then his tongue slips out and slides against the seam of my mouth. How exactly does it work that touching me here creates a pull in my clit all the way down there?
My hand begins its journey to his back, to pull him closer, but I encounter the slick feel of plas-film.
“Oh, sorry. Did that hurt?”
“No. Where else would you like to touch me?” He smiles lazily and lifts an eyebrow. “I’m all yours.”
“I had lots of ideas in our room on Emirus. Many, many creative ideas. Hmmm, where should I begin?” His cock takes that moment to pulse against my belly. “Oh, I know just the right thing.”
I slowly slide to my knees, all the while looking into those luminous emerald eyes that are blazing more brightly than I’ve ever seen them.
I lick my lips, then grab his thick cock, my head now even with the object of my desire.
“I’ve wanted this in my mouth for days, Tyree. I want to taste you.” My tongue reaches out to lick his blunt tip. I can’t control the low moan that escapes me as I catch a taste of him. It’s warm and spicy and will forever be labeled in my mind as “Tyree.”
Pulling my head back, I survey his length. Hard and bronze and straight, it pulses in my hand as if in approval of my touch. I graze down to the base, then up to the tip. Noticing the thick veins running the length of him, I follow one with my index finger, then my tongue.
“Grace.” His eyes are closed, his lips slightly turned up at the edges. I can tell he’s totally focused on my touch. I slick back down and then up to the tip again. Then I swirl around the head, first one way, then the other. His hip
s press toward me as if to ask for more.
Sucking the head into my mouth, I taste him, feeling the texture of his skin on my tongue. I glance up his body to look at him. His head is thrown back in ecstasy. Every muscle in his body straining against his flesh.
Exploring further, I accept more of him in my mouth. I’m clamped tightly around him—feeling all of him, fully surrounding him. I suck, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. He breathes out in a gust, moaning so softly I can barely hear it.
“Gods, Grace!” He pulls out of me, his hands roaming my shoulders, my back, then lodging in my hair. Reaching under my arms, he pulls me to standing and stares at me with a potent mixture of yearning and love.
He’s breathing like a racehorse, a sheen of sweat covering his chest. His hands prowl lower, clutch my ass, graze up my sides, then grasp my cheeks, bracketing my face.
“It feels good to be alive, Amara. Especially good right this minute.”
Tyree
I’m amazed, shocked, thrilled. There were moments in the last few days where I thought I’d be dead, moments I thought Grace didn’t like me or want me, moments I thought I’d be alone forever. I’m the luckiest, happiest male in the galaxy.
“I want to make you feel good, Grace.”
“I want everything you want to give me, Tyree.” She smiles in invitation.
I know lots of things I want to give her. Drackhead has some ideas of his own, too.
I pick her up and set her in the middle of the bed like the most delicate flower. I straddle her knees, wanting to see all of her, spread out naked for me, like a buffet. Her beautiful face is flushed from exertion. Her lips are a deeper shade of red from the friction of sucking my cock. Her blonde hair is darker near her scalp because it’s damp from physical activity. Those pink-tipped breasts are hard and pointing up at me.
I move one knee between her legs. She immediately presses down and sets up a rhythm, rubbing her little bud against me. She’s drenched, sucking my cock aroused her, preparing her body for more intimacy. Knowing this turns Drackhead to stone and makes my balls tighten against my body.
All the daydreams I’ve had about Grace and what I would do to her if I ever got her into bed again involved slow ramping up, exploring, and tasting her in every way. Today is not the day for any of that. Her hands are wildly roaming my sides. Her breathing is ragged—she needs no additional foreplay.
I smile at her and try to ignore Drackhead who’s pulsing with need.
He’s rewarded with a firm clamp, her hand around his girth. She’s fisting him. Leisurely at first, then more vigorously.
“Make love to me, Tyree.”
I kiss her deeply, over and over, before I place my cock against her opening. It’s so slippery and wet—so welcoming. She presses against me, then puts her hands on my ass and pulls me toward her.
I thrust forward until I’m fully seated. This is nothing like our quick coupling the night we feared for our lives, about to be boarded by the Federation. This feeling, right now, is everything I dreamed of and more. To be thoroughly sheathed in my truemate, fully joined, truly connected. This is sexual and primal and the pleasure is exquisite—but it is so much more. The ecstasy is more emotional than physical.
I’ve seen vids of vigorous dracking, males balls deep and pistoning hard into their females. Today is not the day for that. My pace is slow, unhurried. I gaze into my Amara’s eyes, noting every expression on her lovely face. She asked me to make love to her. I am doing that. I am loving her with every fiber of my being.
I can feel her walls clench. I know she’s close. I lean my pelvis against her little button; this extra pressure pushes her right over the edge to her own orgasm. Her face squeezes in pure rapture, her walls clench me tightly, urging me to my own release. I jet into her, feeling intense pleasure as well as an intimate communion with my mate.
The feeling is so powerful, so beyond anything my own hand has ever provided me. It isn’t the physical sensations—it’s the pure intimacy. The connection with my Amara, my truemate. I love this female and she loves me. It’s more than the physical release that is fueling my bliss; it is this profound bond.
“No words, Tyree. I have no words.” She puts her arms around my neck, pulls me close and nestles her head against my chest. I roll us over so we’re on our sides, lying in each other’s embrace. The entrancing sound of her heartbeat and the knowledge she loves me are the last things I’m aware of before I fall asleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Grace
I wake the next morning feeling like a happy cat lying in its favorite sunbeam—warm and relaxed and carefree. Last night was amazing. It strikes me that if sex is that mind-altering when we’re just beginners, in the future it’s going to be transcendent.
What a transformation we’ve both experienced over the last few months. I’ve gone from timid barista on Earth to battle-scarred warrior in space. I’m so much stronger now. I handled everything that came my way on Emirus, and I did it like a boss. I can still be Grace of quiet words and demure dresses, but I’m going to ask for what I want and say no when I need to.
I’ll play my music whenever and wherever I want. I might learn how to fight in the ludus or man the laser torpedos from the bridge. I can enjoy my feminine side, and be hard as nails. I like me just the way I am and I can create an even better me in the coming days.
And Tyree. He’s grown to be a badass in his own right. He didn’t just grow a hundred pounds of gorgeous muscle, he’s become masculine in his thinking and desires and actions. His body’s strong, and he’s self-assured enough to be proud of exactly who he is.
He knows what he wants, and that’s to love me and protect me and make me feel good not just in my body but in my soul. He calls us truemates. I call it love. No matter the name, we want the same thing—the rest of our lives together, roaming this galaxy in a lifetime of adventure.
The End
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Book Four
Devolose
Present Day
Somewhere in Space on the Vessel Leaf on the Wind (formerly known as Sweet Deliverance)
Chapter One
Tawny
“I officially call this tribunal to order,” Captain Zar intones solemnly. “A male’s life hangs in the balance.”
Every male and female aboard are crammed onto the bridge of this ship. There are twelve females, all abducted from Earth in the last few months and thrown together with twelve alien males from different species. The males, most of whom were gladiator slaves, overthrew their masters and stole this vessel. Now they’re all on the run from their ruthless previous owners.
Of course, that doesn’t include Devolose and me. This tribunal is being conducted to convict him of the crime of torturing and abusing me. He asked me, then forbade me, then begged me not to speak today. Fuck him. I’ll talk if I want to.
“Since none of us males know the first thing about legal proceedings, we will follow Earth protocol.” Zar was a slave as far back as he can remember. He’s humanoid but looks feline, complete with fur,
a tail, and facial features resembling a lion. He was voted captain after the rebellion and is presiding over this tribunal.
“Maddie will be acting as...let me consult my notes, Counsel for the Defense. Savannah will be...Prosecuting. I don’t need to remind you to treat these proceedings with respect. You will all be voting after the evidence has been presented. Proceed.”
A former Marine on Earth, Savannah’s a pretty brunette with blunt-cut shoulder-length hair. She has no formal legal training; I guess she just watched a lot of legal shows on TV. It doesn’t matter, by the firm set of her jaw and the angry look in her eyes, she’s not going to cut Devolose any slack.