Chapter 13 #2
Limbs useless, I collapsed on top of D’alton, rising and falling with his panting breaths. I’d never been so turned out and utterly possessed. Mind empty, I floated in ecstasy.
When D’alton’s hands caressed my spine, I carefully rolled toward him, his softening cock slipping free. I hiked my leg over his hip to stave off the threatening emptiness and he tucked his head into my chest. I sighed as he reached down and grabbed my hand.
“So you like it hard and fast? Why am I not surprised you have no patience?” D’alton teased, sprinkling kisses across my shoulders and the back of my neck. “And here I thought I was supposed to make it last.”
“Hey, I know what I want when I want it.” Though D’alton couldn’t see it, I smiled.
That was the biggest load of crap I’d ever spewed.
If anything, I was a martyr, denying myself everything good.
D’alton had almost died before my stubborn ass got with the program, but I was all in now.
I squeezed his hand. “We have the rest of our lives for you to show me the art of going slow.”
“I liked your mouth on me.” He rubbed his fangs over my shoulder.
“But I can’t tell you how happy it made me to be inside you.
” Slick from his release, D’alton thrust his still-hard cock against mine.
“Sola, I can’t believe I waited so long for this moment.
” He moved my hair out of the way and flicked his tongue over the shell of my ear. “Blanting perfect.”
“You’re still hard, baby.”
“It’s my d’ink ring.” D’alton threaded his fingers through the hair on my chest.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “You call your cock a d’ink?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
He had the sweetest smile on his face, and I didn’t want to wreck it with all the shit that wanted to come out of my mouth, but I found it fucking hilarious.
As tactfully as I could, I trailed a finger over his knuckles and said, “Humans call their cocks dinks too, only it’s kind of associated with being small, like we have these little toy cars called Dinky cars, and if something isn’t big enough, we call it dink—”
D’alton placed a finger to my lips, brought his cock together with mine, looked at his longer d’ink, and raised an eyebrow.
“All right, enough said.”
The day passed in a blur of sex, sandwiches and showers before we finally drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.
“Sterling Peoples and D’alton of Clan Lasting?”
My wristport showed it was barely first sun. The biodomes could wait. “Not now, C.” I rolled onto my back, loving how D’alton rearranged himself over my body in his sleep.
“Sterling Peoples, I must insist—”
“C, I’m not fixing a damn thing today, so put a stopper in it, would ya?”
D’alton stirred, rubbing his fangs over my neck. “Be nice.”
The rasp of his sleep-laden voice had me moving in closer for a kiss. Our lips met, and I toyed with the ring around his cock. “I want one of these.”
He groaned as I continued to spin the jewelry around his base.
“Every Boola male receives one at sexual maturity.” D’alton ran his fingers through my hair as he rubbed his fangs across the top of my chest. “I can’t believe how much I still crave your blood.
I wonder if it’s because you’re an Earther or if it’s our bond. ”
Something about that didn’t sit right with me, so I flipped him onto his back and bit down on his nipple. “You want it because I’m me.”
“D’alton of Clan Lasting, if I could please have a moment of your time.”
“I need every moment of your time.” I licked his nipple to take the sting away.
“Bless the goddess Sola, why does that feel so good?” D’alton moaned so loudly it blocked out C’s incessant voice.
I really needed to find a way to override her when she got this bossy.
“D’alton!” someone shouted just before the door flew off its hinges and a Boola covered head to toe in knives stormed through the doorway.
“Jesus Christ.” I jumped and gathered D’alton’s bow from the wall, though I hadn’t a clue how to use it, and I didn’t even have an arrow.
D’alton raced across the room, face euphoric. “D’iver!”
“Get behind me, brother. Is this”—his eyes dropped to my softening dick—“male trying to hurt you?”
No way in hell would I let anyone put themselves between D’alton and me, not even his brother.
A sunny voice came over the speakers. “Sterling Peoples, as I was trying to tell you, the proximity alarm—”
“Shut up, C,” I shouted.
I marched toward D’iver, trying to get my breathing under control. One voice in my head screamed, No one’s going to take D’alton away from me. The other said, That’s his brother. Be reasonable.
Practically growling, I stopped a few short feet away from the bristling Boola. “Can you please wait in the hallway for a minute?” That was fucking angelic compared to my internal voice, which wanted me to pummel him to the ground for invading our safe haven.
Copper eyes devoid of the softness I’d come to associate with them, glared at me. Much broader across the chest and shoulders than D’alton, D’iver clenched his hands into fists at his sides. “Not in a million annums, Earther.”
“D’iver, give me a moment. I promise I’m fine.” D’alton ran back to the bed, fumbled a sheet around his waist, threw a pair of shorts at me, then stumbled toward his brother and hugged him. “We just need to get dressed.”
After fingering a knife sheathed at his waist, D’iver spun around and exited our room.
“Silver, can you believe it? My brother’s here.” D’alton rushed into my arms. “I found the communicator…it worked.” He glanced at the busted-up antennae blinking in the corner of the room.
He brushed his fangs over my neck, like a human might give a kiss, before running to the washroom and wiping himself down.
In a flurry of limbs, he whirled around the room, throwing on clothes.
“I need to see how my little D’izzy is doing…
and my mata…and how my gardens are…and if my nephew is still getting bullied by that nasty female youngling…
” He trailed off as I stood frozen in the middle of the room.
Then he pushed me toward the shower. “Why don’t you meet us at the biodomes after you wash? D’iver and I can catch up. This room smells perfect, but it’s a little…” He sniffed, but his eyes twinkled in the low light. “…ripe for a get-to-know-you.”
Then he rushed off, and it felt like he’d ripped my heart out and taken it with him.
I stood under the spray until it grew cold. His brother was here. That meant a functioning shuttle. D’iver would be taking D’alton away. The man I loved would be going home.
“Sterling Peoples, D’alton of Clan Lasting has requested that you, and I quote, ‘get your cute little behind down to the biodomes now and stop wallowing. Everything will be fine.’”
I powered down the shower and stepped out of the freezing spray.
It would be fine. I could do this. I could get a job on a new planet.
Start over somewhere. Last I looked, Intermed had dozens of positions for engineers to work at remote outposts.
Though the thought of working at another research station made my skin crawl.
Shit, I should find another company too. Intermed hadn’t even come to rescue me.
On autopilot, I wrung the water from my hair and pulled on my rumpled coveralls.
Each torturous step toward the hovertube broke my heart a little more.
When it came to a stop on level thirty-one, I had to coax myself to exit.
I didn’t want D’alton—and especially not his brother—to see me falling apart.