Mission: Guardian Angel (Veslor Mates Book 2)

by Laurann Dohner

  “We need to stay here to let in the movers coming with the new bedroom set.”

  “They can wait for my grouping to return. They’ll be fast. Most of our things are still in bags. There was only one closet.”

  She let him lead her into the master bedroom, closing the door behind them. Then he locked it. Drak released her hand, his heated gaze traveling down her body. “Remove the data pad and anything else from your pockets.”

  Her heart raced and she grinned. “Okay.” She removed it, her identification badge, and the protection spray she’d started carrying around the ship once she realized some fleet members hated her. He spotted the small canister as she moved to the nightstand, placing the items there.

  “What is that?”

  “Protection spray. It will drop a person if you hit them in the face with it. It nearly knocks them out once they breathe it in, but not quite. It also hurts their skin, in case they see it coming and try to hold their breath. It’s nonlethal.”

  “Why do you carry it?”

  “A lot of women do.” At least she did. “I’m not trained to use weapons. Some guys can be dangerous. The spray can take them down if they are.”

  He snarled low. “Your males attack females often enough for your people to create something like that?”

  “Unfortunately, it happens sometimes. And I’m not especially liked.” She wanted to change the subject fast and approached him, stopping close. “Show me how your females let you know they’re interested in this…copulation.”

  That seemed to mellow his anger. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

  That excited her instead, wondering what he’d do. He backed up a bit and then ran his gaze down her body again, making a low growling noise. Then he stalked closer, rounded her, and brushed his body against hers lightly. He stopped behind her, sniffed, and lowered his head, nuzzling her neck with his nose while a new sound came from him.

  It was a low purr.

  His hands were on her next, running over her outfit at the waist and her back. His touch was firm as he caressed her, and she swore she felt the light rake of claws. He was gentle though. She remembered him showing her those claws inside the cavern when they’d been trapped. They were obviously retractable, and he could sheath them. He could have torn right through her clothing but he didn’t. Her body responded, her nipples beading and butterflies filling her belly. It was super-hot.

  Drak released her as he stepped in front of her. “A female would attack a male right now if he held still the way you did, telling him she was interested too.”

  “Why attack? How?”

  “She’d try to take him to the ground. We fight back without hurting her and pin her beneath us. It’s a test to make certain we’re stronger than the female, and worthy.”

  “What if she’s stronger and pins him?”

  “The female would reject copulating with him. She’d stalk away from him in disappointment.”

  “Wow. That’s harsh. Men who can pin a woman can have sex with her?”

  “Yes. She’s made her interest known. It’s why our females always approach the males, and not the other way around.”

  “It’s all up to them, then?”

  “We show interest first with looks, sniffing at them if they are near, and body language.”

  “Like you just showed me?”

  “No. Males don’t touch females until after they approach us.” He backed up more and ran his heated gaze down her body. It was purely sexual. Then he smiled big enough to flash his teeth, expanding his impressive chest. “I’m saying I’m interested.”

  Abby grinned. “I’m a fast learner. Let’s see how I do, expressing that I’m interested in copulating with you. I’ll skip the growling, though, since I’m not a Veslor.”

  Surprise crossed his face.

  She walked up to him, rounded him, brushing her body against his slowly. A low purr came from him as she reached his back. He was too tall to sniff at his neck or nuzzle it the way he had hers, but she put her hands on him, running them along his hip and back. She even dug in her fingernails enough to make him feel them through his shirt. She inhaled his scent. He smelled really good, and she moaned.

  His entire body tensed, and that purring sound grew deeper. It was sensual, and it turned her on more. She moved around him, making sure she kept brushing against his body. Once she was standing in front of him, she let her hands flatten on his chest, smiling.

  “The bed is over there. You’re going to have to back up closer to it if you want me to give you a push hard enough to knock you over. If I’m able. You’re a big guy.”

  He didn’t laugh or smile back. “This is as far as we’ll go with Veslor mating habits. I won’t wrestle with you, Abby. You’d be injured. Take off your clothing. I don’t want to tear them.”

  She liked that he was demanding, since she often found herself in charge of a relationship. And that deep voice made her so wet. She reached up, unfastening the front of her shirt. She kicked off her shoes while she stripped.

  Drak bent, tearing off his boots and tossed them aside. He reached for his shirt next.

  The sight of his muscled arms, chest, and ripped upper body took her breath away. He had to have the best one she’d even seen. She couldn’t wait to touch him to see how soft that thin layer of fur felt.

  Abby unclipped her bra, shrugged it off, and reached for her pants. Those were easy to get off. She removed her panties, too, but Drak had paused his hands over the front of his waist, his pants still on.

  “What’s wrong?” She hoped he didn’t change his mind. She wasn’t extremely fit the way he was.

  “I’ve seen one of your males drop his pants. Veslors are different.”

  “I know.”

  His features harshened and a low snarl erupted. “How? What male bared himself to you?”

  She wondered if he was jealous. If so, that was cute. “No one did. I’m friends with Vivian, remember? She’s mated and has shared a few facts with me. Including some physical differences between human and Veslor men in that department.”

  His features smoothed out. “Apologies. My grouping knows of my interest in you. I had wondered if any of the trading Veslors you had met offered you comfort.”

  “None of them did. I saw Brassi comfort Vivian, though. The holding thing. Not them having sex.” Her attention focused on his chest. “You have a more muscular physic than he does.”

  He smiled then. “We’re fighters. They are traders. All Veslors can defend themselves but my grouping prides ourselves on our strength and endurance during a battle. It tends to give us extra muscles.”

  “I appreciate the visual results,” she admitted.

  Drak unfastened his pants and shoved them down. He did it in a way that hid what he was exposing, bending almost in half. He was certainly flexible. She appreciated that, too. He raised his face to watch her as he lifted his feet to move the pants from around his ankles—and then flashed her a naughty grin. There was a teasing glint in his bright green eyes.

  He straightened after he’d kicked them away, boldly displaying his body for her.

  Abby could only think of three words.

  Best. Sight. Ever.

  It also suddenly made sense why Brad Rogers and his team hated the Veslors so deeply. Maybe they’d seen their new team members naked. None of them had a hope of winning a dick-measuring contest with a Veslor. Drak not only had length in his favor, but girth. Some women might be daunted by that…but not her. Abby was up for the challenge.

  She drew closer to Drak. Her heart was pounding and she wanted to put her hands all over him.

  “I don’t want to frighten you,” he growled softly. “I’ll go very slow.”

  “I’m pretty brave…and not feeling an ounce of fear at the moment.” Abby smiled at him. “I know you won’t hurt me. Show me how Veslors copulate.”

  He reached for her, his hands curving around her hips. “No. You’re too delicate. I’ll be gentle with you. We�
�re capable of it.”

  “But not with each other?”

  He hesitated. “Pregnant Veslor mates are treated very tenderly by their males. Copulation isn’t always aggressive with the males and females of my race.”

  “Okay.” As long as he touched her, whatever made him more comfortable was fine with Abby.

  She put her hands on his chest, loving the feel of his velvety fur, as she suspected she might. It was so soft against her fingertips and palms, but under that thin surface was solid muscled Veslor. “Do Veslors kiss?”

  “We can. I’ve seen some of your kind tangling tongues in the bar.”

  “Accurate description, I guess.”

  He surprised her by lifting her right off her feet and carrying her to the bed. Then he lowered her onto it. “Talking is killing me. I need you, Abby.”

  She reached up and cupped his face, loving the feel of his skin there, too. He was extremely masculine but felt as soft as velvet to her light touch. She licked her lips and went for his mouth. He eagerly met her halfway, their mouths coming together.

  She may have kissed him, but he picked it up quickly, becoming the more dominant.

  Her body heated fast and began to ache in all the right places. One of his hands began to roam and explore her hip, side, and finally cupping one of her breasts. He growled as he explored the soft mound, brushing the tip of his thumb over her nipple. It beaded, and he tore his mouth from hers to glance at it.

  “Normal,” she panted, wanting to kiss him again, and she tugged on his face.

  He pulled out of her hold and lowered himself a little, adjusting his bigger body to pin her under him. He kept her legs closed with his, though, and she felt the thick, hot, hard weight of his cock against her thigh.

  His mouth sealed over her nipple and he gently sucked.

  She dug her fingers into his hair, moaning.

  He grew a little more aggressive, became a little rougher. She liked it even more.

  “Yes!”

  Drak made that purring noise, only now she could feel the vibrations it caused throughout his body since it was pressed against hers. He released her breast and blew warm breath across the surface. Her nipple beaded even tighter.

  He began to run his mouth and tongue lower, over her ribs to her stomach. Then he lifted his body. “Open for me.”

  The gruffly spoken command had her instantly spreading her thighs. She was onboard with him seeing anything he wanted to see of her. She was curious herself, and hoped to get a chance to examine parts of him more closely. But later.

  He lowered even more, helping her adjust her legs out of his way as she bent them up a bit, exposing her sex to him.

  She really hoped nothing he saw turned him off. “Am I very different from your females?”

  “Smaller. Pink.” He growled the words. “Very appealing. I love your scent when you’re needing. You’ve already become wet.”

  “I do need you, Drak.”

  Drak lifted his head, his striking gaze locking with hers. “You want me?”

  “Yes.”

  He surprised her when he suddenly moved away, rolled her onto her stomach on the bed, and then dragged her toward the end of it. There was a loud thump when he landed on the floor on his knees, but then he was behind her. Abby found herself bent over the bed with the big Veslor behind her.

  “I’ll be gentle.”

  No extended foreplay. That disappointed her a little, but she didn’t complain. She definitely was ready for sex. He gripped her hips, adjusting her a little higher so her hips were firmly on the curve where the bed ended. He used his leg to part hers a few inches. He released her hip with one hand and slid it between them.

  Then she felt his cock brush against her slit.

  She knew she was wet. She really wanted Drak, but she’d never been turned on to this degree.

  He slowly pushed forward, pressing against her vaginal opening. Then he was pushing inside her.

  Abby clawed at the bedding, rocking to take more of him. He was big. Thick. Really hard. And there was no resistance. Not with her being so wet. It was a tight fit as their bodies came together.

  Drak released her hip and grabbed at the bedding, too. His claws came out. She glimpsed them, glad it was the bed that felt them, instead of her skin—thank god. Blood play wasn’t a form of foreplay that interested her.

  That purring sound he made became a loud rumbling.

  He pushed deeper inside her body. Something brushed against her clit, startling her. It felt strange, stiff, but felt wet, too.

  Drak froze when she did.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  She barely understood him. His words were very snarled, more of a growl. “No.”

  “I’m in.”

  A little gratitude flashed through her mind, knowing that her body could handle someone his size. Then he withdrew and pushed back inside. Whatever had touched her clit rubbed up against it. Abby’s eyes widened as he started to gently rock his hips against her ass, fucking her deep in tight thrusts. A moan of sheer pleasure tore from her. She fisted the bedding tighter.

  “Yes!”

  He lowered his chest over her back, pressed tighter against her, and effectively pinned her under him. His hands sought hers, covering them. His claws were still out but he didn’t touch her with them. He began to move faster, the purring noise louder.

  Ecstasy had Abby going mindless. Drak overloaded her senses with pleasure. His cock was perfect, hitting every “oh god” spot that existed inside her pussy, while something rode her clit at the same time.

  Her climax struck with a near brutal force.

  Drak lost the last of his control as Abby cried out his name, her body bucking under his, and her tight slit squeezing his rod to an almost painful degree. He’d never felt anything so good. He rode her even harder, releasing his seed. He buried his face against her and grit his teeth together to avoid biting, though the urge was there. He spilled more seed, the pleasure enough to nearly make him black out.

  He quickly recovered. Abby was small, and he was on top of her, probably crushing her upper body with his. He lifted a little to ease most of his weight off her. They both breathed heavily. His seed sac throbbed but it was in the best way.

  “Abby,” he rasped, brushing a kiss on her shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Oh, hell no,” she panted. “You did ruin me for life for other men.”

  Alarm struck him, and he released her hands, gently using his fingers to grasp her chin as he leaned in to get a look at her face. He had to push back some of her hair. Her beautiful green eyes looked sleepy but a big grin curved her lips.

  He forced himself to calm. She wouldn’t appear happy if he’d harmed her. “What does that mean, that I ruined you?”

  “Best sex ever.”

  He grinned back. “Yes, it was.”

  She wiggled her ass against his hips. “You still feel extremely hard. I guess Veslors don’t soften right after sex? I mean copulation. I know you came. I could feel it.”

  “I’m inside you. I won’t soften until I separate our bodies.”

  “Don’t.” She stretched, shifted a little, and reached up to put her hand over his. “You feel good right where you are. I want to do that again as soon as I catch my breath. I do have a question, though.”

  “Ask me anything.”

  “What was that against my clit? Do you have a second cock down there? One to go inside and one under it to rub up against me?”

  It took him a few seconds to figure out what she meant. “It’s a yunce.”

  “What’s that?”

  Drak hesitated. “I didn’t want to tell you, since I know your males don’t have one.”

  “We just had really great sex.” She caressed his hand and smiled at him again. “If you’re afraid you’re going to scare me, stop. That’s not happening.”

  “We have a seed sac. Your males have one, too, but they call them balls. I have…cartilage that protects my seed sac in a fight i
n the front and back. That’s what you felt. The top one.”

  “Whatever it was, I liked it.” She winked.

  He laughed. “I’m glad.”

  She wiggled her ass against him again. “Recovered. How about you? Ready to do that again?”

  “Yes.” Drak started to move. It felt so good to get lost in Abby. There was so much pleasure.

  He wanted to keep her. There was no doubt in his mind. Whatever differences they had, he was motivated to bridge them.

  Chapter Eleven

  Abby stretched, sitting up in bed. The warm body that had been wrapped around her from behind as she’d slept was gone. The light in the bathroom was on, the door open, but no sound came from in there. She glanced at the rumpled bed, feeling disappointment. Drak had left her alone.

  She silently called herself an idiot. She’d expected to wake with Drak still in bed. They’d had sex half a dozen times before they’d pulled back the sheets to go to sleep, and he’d spooned her. Exhaustion had put her right to sleep.

  A glance at the clock on the nightstand told her it was early morning. She’d slept without waking until that moment.

  She just hoped Drak hadn’t fled to avoid “the morning after.”

  The clothes she’d hastily shed onto his bedroom floor would be a wrinkled mess. She’d have do the walk of shame back to her cabin alone.

  Would he try to avoid her now? Did he regret what they’d done together?

  “Damn it.” She sighed, getting out of bed, and entered the bathroom. One look in the mirror made her flinch. Her hair was a wild mess and her mouth appeared a little swollen. Drak had kissed the hell out of her between bouts of sex.

  He’d also bent her over, taking her from behind every time. It seemed to be his sexual position of choice, but she hadn’t suggested changing it up since that yunce thing totally did it for her.

  She quickly showered, realizing it had recently been used since the space was still damp before she turned it on. Once clean, she dried off and wrapped a towel around her body.

  Her mind went to other possibilities for why she’d woken up alone. Maybe he had a shift on the planet. Maybe Veslors didn’t know it was polite to wake a woman to tell her he had to work before leaving. Maybe he liked to work out first thing.