Alien shield, p.14
Alien Shield, page 14
“No,” Xyan choked out, his hips already grinding upward, searching for contact with my hovering fingertips.
“Why did you stop me last night, anyway?” I replied, suddenly curious.
“I wanted you so badly Zerena. Just as I do now. But I did not want to be intimate with you before you knew the truth of the mate bond. The truth of my feelings for you. And I did not wish to tell you such a precious secret while so... Unlike myself.”
I snorted. That was a euphemism for “drunk off my rocker” if I’d ever heard one.
“How are you feeling after that?” I asked, only now remembering that this guy probably had to have had a wicked hangover.
Xyan’s fingers grasped my wrist, pulling my hand down so that my fingers finally brushed his fat tip. I held my breath, stroking my fingertips over the impossibly smooth skin of his organ.
“I am feeling strong enough to do anything you want.” His words were punctuated by the sharp rocking of his hips against my hand. I made a loose fist, experimentally running it over his tip and down the shaft. As it neared the base, my fingertips had no hope of continuing to touch.
“What do you want?” I breathed, running my hand back up that shaft. It was so fucking hard. But his hide was so smooth here, like silk but thicker and stronger. I kept stroking up and down, clenching my thighs together against the arousal building in my clit. I brought my second hand up to join my first, playing gently with his cock spears, enjoying the feel of the pliable appendages: firm, yet so different from the stone-hard cock between them. The contrast there – that hard cock with the firm but flexible spears – would be unreal against my own body.
“I want to fulfill your every wish. I want to sate your desires.” Xyan’s words petered out into a harsh moan as my fingers pressed on his tip, smearing the drop of wetness that had gathered in the dark slit there.
“Right now, my wish is to hear exactly what you want to do to me.” I shocked myself with my own words. But they were so, so true. I could already see and feel how much Xyan wanted me. But now I wanted to hear it. Every filthy word of it.
Xyan’s breath shuddered out of him, his abdominal muscles tensing as his hips moved faster against my hand.
“I want you to wrap your thighs around me again as you did in the hot springs. But I want them on either side of my head. Your wet cunt pressed into my face as I lie beneath you.”
I wanted filthy words, and damn, he’d delivered.
“You want me to sit on your face?!” I asked, wondering if I’d pictured what he’d just said wrong.
“Yes,” he said, the word so gruff and growly I knew it had to be true.
“Won’t I suffocate you?” I cried, already unsure about this. My insecurities that had been so thoroughly vanquished a moment before were coming roaring back. But Xyan just slashed his hand through the air between us, the alien equivalent of shaking your head “no.”
“You will not suffocate me, Zerena. I am a strong warrior and I do not plan to die today. Not when I have so many more things I yet wish to do to you.” His hands moved to my nipples again, playing and squeezing, before he added with a slight grin, “Though if I were to die today, I could not think of a more glorious way to go.”
“Don’t even joke,” I said. I was nowhere near ready to think about him dying. Not now. Not ever. “What are you doing?”
Xyan had pulled away from me and was settling himself on his back, his dark cock jutting up into the air like some kind of stone monument to pure alien masculinity. He pinned me with sharp sight stars, the rest of his eyes dark and deep.
“I am ravenous, Zerena. Ravenous for you and waiting for my feast.” His sight stars slipped down to my thighs, and he grasped his cock again with one hand. His other hand rose to his face. “I want you to rub your cunt on my face.” He dragged the tip of a claw down the flat bridge of his nose to his lips. “I want you sopping wet and dripping right here.”
My eyes widened. Holy shit. Stoic, quiet, unreadable Xyan was gone. In his place was a beyond-blunt dirty-talker who was making my whole body quake.
Screw it. Let’s do it.
My heartbeat pounding equally hard in my chest, throat, and between my legs, I shimmied forward on my knees until I was beside his head. Then, before I could lose my nerve, I hitched one thigh over his face. I adjusted quickly, placing my hands on the sand behind his head so that I was basically on all fours, my pussy just above his face. Every muscle in my body was an elastic band pulled too tight. One little movement would make me explode.
Xyan’s hands skimmed up the outside of my thighs and I felt his harsh breath on my slick folds. It wasn’t just his breath I felt, though. A split second later, the hot drag of a tongue moved along my entire slit.
“Yes,” I breathed, arousal building so intensely that I knew I was already close to coming. “Fuck yes.”
Xyan’s tongue, presumably the biggest centre one, stroked back and forth along my wet skin. His fingers were like metal bars on my ass now, digging into my flesh as he tasted me. When his tongue probed over my clit experimentally, I cried out and jerked.
Xyan didn’t say anything – too preoccupied with other movements of his tongues. He kept lapping at my clit, and then suddenly the other two tongue tips were there too. All three of them swirled over my sensitive nub in a circular motion, one after the other after the other. A never-ending whirlpool that had me whimpering and desperate for more.
But all too soon, the exquisite movement of those talented tongues stopped.
“More, Zerena. Like I asked of you. Rub yourself on me. Hard.”
He really wants me to fucking sit.
The way I was now, I was kind of hovering over him, bent over his hand, my hands flat on the sand to support my weight. As if sensing my hesitation, Xyan reached for my hands, grabbed them, then pushed them upward, forcing me upright. My knees slid outward on the soft warm sand, planting my wet pussy directly onto his mouth.
Flushing, I scrambled to readjust, certain that he wouldn’t be able to breathe like that. But his hands clamped onto my hips, not just holding me there, but actually pulling me even harder against his face.
Breathlessly, I leaned back slightly, grabbing at his forearms as he held me.
And as his thick centre tongue entered my aching entrance, I finally let go.
Moaning, I tossed my head back, grinding myself furiously against his face. I tilted my head slightly, entranced by the pistoning of Xyan’s hips. His thick cock jerked upward, over and over again, driving against nothing in his need for me. I pulsed, groaning, as his centre tongue found my most sensitive inner places just as his outer tongues once again managed to get themselves against my clit. His lips and mouth moved beneath me, suckling and pressing at my flesh.
My fingers dug into the hide of his arms as the movements of my hips grew faster. Xyan seemed to appreciate my responses to his touch because one of his hands moved from my ass back down to grip his cock. As if he couldn’t take it anymore, he jerked himself, hard and fast, in time to my grinding movements on his face. The way his outer tongues were pressed against my clit, plus the thick centre one thrusting inside me, had me screaming my orgasm a few seconds later. I rode out my orgasm, seeing stars, my hands burying themselves in Xyan’s warm dark hair.
I was so heated and sweaty from the whole encounter that I almost didn’t notice the hot bolt of liquid jetting against my back. I twisted once more, another wave of orgasmic pleasure wracking my body as I watched rope after rope of ejaculate shoot from Xyan’s dark tip. He was coming so hard for me – the fact that spray was reaching me, all the way up at his face like I was, was insanely fucking hot. And so was the final, languorous brush of his tongue inside me. I panted, my legs turned to jelly. Xyan’s breathing was hard and fast, too, warm breath from his nose puffing against my skin and reminding me to get off of his face now.
As I shifted to get off of him, Xyan growled. The sound of it reverberated along his tongue, all the way up inside me, making me clench. He gripped my hips firmly, massaging my ass as he slowly drew his tongue out of me. I wasn’t pressed so hard against his face, now, and he could talk.
“Just a little more.”
I didn’t even try to move as his tongues continued to slick over my drenched skin. They moved more slowly now, a little more gently, tasting every part of me before once again congregating at my clit, repeating that swirling, circular thing that had driven me so crazy before.
And it was driving me just as crazy now. I’d barely come down from my orgasm and already I could feel the tsunami of it building once again. My skin prickled as the ligaments in my hips and pelvis seemed to turn into oozing honey. Everything loosening, opening, deepening, and warming against Xyan’s touch. This orgasm was less frenzied – deeper and slower and so powerful it squeezed the breath right out of my lungs as it overtook me. I couldn’t even make a sound. My mouth fell open in a silent moan as immense dark waves moved through me, crashing and splintering into a thousand shimmering crystals behind my eyes.
Three fucking tongues. Oh, the papers I could write on those tongues. I could write entire textbooks on this miraculous phenomenon – the power of an alien man with three tongues who knew how to use them.
It was only with Xyan’s help that I was able to drag myself off of his face now. My body felt totally useless in the best possible way, my muscles and joints pliable and melty. I didn’t even try to stand up, instead collapsing onto the sand beside him, the heated grain of it scraping pleasantly against my skin. Xyan rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand, his elbow on the sand. His other hand glided over my body – over each breast, my stomach, brushing the curls between my legs before coming back up to stroke at the rapid pulse of my throat.
“For the first time in my life, I wish I had no other responsibilities to attend to. I wish to shirk all duties. Forsake everything for you and devote myself only to your pleasure.”
I huffed out a chuckle, still trying to train my mouth into making actual words.
“I know what you mean,” I said weakly. Spending all day rolling around on the sand with Xyan sounded like pure bliss.
But he was right. We both had stuff to do. No doubt he would be back at the forge pounding away at blades for Gahn Baldor today, and I had planned on checking on Theresa and Cece as well.
I turned my head to find Xyan staring at me with an expression so soft and lovely it almost looked out of place on his hardened features.
Almost.
“I had heard tell of it before,” he murmured, the light catching on his wet mouth, “the joy a mate brings. I had hoped for it, one day. But this is beyond any hope a simple warrior could fathom.” His fingers moved over my cheek, playing in the messy strands of my hair. “You are everything, Zerena.”
My throat tightened. I nodded, rolling towards him and burying my face in his chest.
“I love you,” I whispered thickly. “And not just because of what you can do with your tongues,” I added. His laughter rumbled as his large hands stroked my back.
“I do not care why you love me, Zerena. I am just grateful that you do. And I intend to keep that love, to earn it every day. Through the work of my tongues or otherwise.”
“Well that sounds just dandy,” I sighed happily.
We remained holding each other like that for as long as we reasonably could before we finally pulled ourselves upright to dress. Xyan was dressed much quicker than I was – he only had a loincloth to put back on after all. As he tucked his thick cock into it, I vowed that I would have him inside me soon. As soon as fucking possible.
I brushed the sand from my skin and wriggled into my clothes under Xyan’s gaze. After tying the laces on my boots, I straightened. He moved in behind me.
“Tip your head back,” he said quietly. I did so without question, closing my eyes, trusting him completely.
I gasped as the gentle rake of his claws through my hair tickled my scalp. Behind me, I could feel and hear grains of sand tumbling from the strands Xyan was combing with his fingers. He took his time with it, running his fingertips over my scalp, my ear lobes, the back of my neck.
If this keeps up, I’m going to need to get him naked all over again.
“Are you almost finished?” I asked breathlessly.
“Almost,” he murmured before bending to my neck and dragging his lips along my pulse. He settled his mouth at the sensitive place beneath my ear lobe, nipping then sucking at the skin.
“Xyan,” I groaned, leaning back against him.
“I know. I know. We must go,” he said against my neck. “Come, my mate.”
My mate.
Did it ever sound fucking perfect when he said that.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Xyan
I caged myself in my forge for the rest of the day, pouring all my strength into my work. I did not leave for any reason. I did not allow myself a single break. I knew that if I did, any hope of completing my work would be lost. And so would I be – lost to Zerena’s beauty and body.
Even as I worked, though, I fantasized, my mind drifting back to the intensely exciting sensation of her rubbing her perfect cunt against my face with such abandon. I wanted to do that again. And again. As many times as she’d let me get beneath her.
And then I wanted to sink my throbbing cock into her hot depths.
I grunted as my hammer clanged down dangerously close to my own thumb. It would not do to crush any of my fingers now. I needed those fingers to caress my mate.
The joy shining inside me was so pure and bright that it was almost boyish. I felt like a young warrior, the promise of an entire life of happiness spread before me like an oasis. I had a mate. She’d accepted me. Together, we would have cubs. And I would take care of all of them. Zerena, and our future family.
I was not used to dreaming thus. I’d always been focused on duty and work and the present tasks at hand. But now, I found myself more wrapped up in my own mind and the future than I’d ever been before. A future with Zerena in it was one worth dreaming about. One worth waiting for.
One worth creating.
Together, we would create it.
As the sun descended and my forge’s fire became brighter in the darkness, I ceased my work for the day. Despite my distracted mind, I’d accomplished much. Gahn Baldor would have no reason to ask more of me today. And tonight, I would lie with my mate. I will have to bring my tent in from the open sands. Pride puffed in my chest. I was now a mated man, after all.
I straightened, moving away from my workbench and kicking sand over the small fire there before stepping out of my work area to join the larger evening fire. As I walked, my eyes tracked over the settlement viciously, tearing everything apart in search of my mate.
There she was. Seated among her human friends.
As much as my body urged me to go to her immediately, I paused, admiring her from afar. The way I’d been doing all this time, but now, it was different. Because now I was admiring my mate. Now, she was truly mine.
Now I knew the sweet and secret taste of her tight cunt.
She was not wearing her stiff human cloak and the firelight licked up her bare arms. Her hair looked slightly damp, as if it had just been washed with talka, and her fair skin glowed rosily. My heart lurched as she smiled at something someone else had said, her round cheeks dimpling with the force of her mirth. Without even meaning to, my own expression mirrored hers, my mouth pulling into a smile just at the sight of her happiness.
My precious one.
How had I dared deserve her?
Something caught Zerena’s attention and she turned her head, glancing over her shoulder at me. Her smile from before deepened, softened, making my ribs ache. Before I was even aware of it, my feet were moving, my body carrying me to her before I could even command it to do so.
She stood as I drew near, stepping out of the seated circle of her friends and jogging to me. I could not help the lascivious pulse of my sight stars, watching her beautiful breasts bounce as she ran to me.
“Hello,” she said, smiling again as she reached me. “How was the rest of your day?”
“It was wonderful after such a morning,” I replied, thinking back to our time in the cave. “The only thing that could have made it better would have been spending more of it with you.”
“Same here,” she said. Between the orange flicker of nearby fire and the silver polish of the star and moonlight, I could see the deep flush on her skin. I reached up and stroked the pad of my thumb down her cheek, enjoying the feeling of the warmth blooming there. It still had not quite sunk in that this was my mate. I could touch her, hold her, claim her.
She was mine.
I wanted to give her anything. Everything. I suddenly remembered what she’d asked of me earlier.
“Did you still need me to do your... What was it? Em are eye?”
“Oh! Yes, please! It would be really helpful.”
“Then we shall do it. Tonight, if you wish.”
Her slim brown brows shot upward.
“Seriously? OK, let’s do it! We need to go to the human ship to do it. That’s where the em are eye machine is.”
I frowned. I had not known it would involve taking her out onto the open sands.
“That is dangerous. I do not know if-”
“Xyan,” my perfect joy interrupted, “I will need to go back to the human ship now and then. I need to be able to leave the settlement. And I’d like very much for it to be with you.” Her voice got quieter, and she stepped closer, pressing into my chest. “I feel safest when I’m with you.”
I grunted, wrapping my arms around her. I was in agreement with her there – she certainly was safest when with me. I would trust no other warrior, not even a Gahn, with her safety. No other man would defend her as I would. Like his life, his very existence, depended solely upon her being well and whole.
“Then let us go.” I knew many of the new women travelled back and forth to the ship almost daily and were unharmed. If I kept my wits about me, everything should be alright. Especially now that it was dark and the zeelk were less likely to be active.
