Chapter Three #4
Anyway, that had been earlier in the day, and now I had just searched through the general’s bag and was disappointed to find nothing much at all except clothing and toiletries.
That’s when I heard a noise at the door, like a key fumbling around in the lock.
I did the only thing I could think of to do and ran to hide in the closet.
Okay, it was stupid, but in my defense, my first thought had been to go under the bed, which would have been even worse.
And now I found myself in an interesting predicament.
The general had caught me in his room. Not that I didn’t like what he did to me—I did.
A lot. He was exactly the kind of man I’d design for myself, if some god had given me a pen and told me to draw him.
I guess I had been influenced more than I thought I had by Prince Mikos when he came down that ramp looking for Larz.
But things were moving too fast and I needed to slow them down just a little instead of escalating it all by touching him.
And to top it off, I found myself pressing his big hand closer, even putting my own over it to encourage him to stroke me harder.
I couldn’t seem to stop the sounds I was making either.
What was happening to me? I wanted to be fondled and caressed, and I made a soft whimpering sound as I realized how much I wanted this man to be the one to do it.
This kind of instant lust and attraction just didn’t happen. Never to me, anyway.
His breath was warm against my face. My mouth tingled, as I realized I wanted nothing more than for this Tygerian to kiss me. This was madness, and the idea alarmed me so much I slammed my eyes shut. Like if I didn’t see it, it wasn’t really happening.
He kissed me anyway, so long and so hard, his hot lips bruising me, his teeth biting at my lips. I groaned into his mouth, opening for him and arching my body closer. My cock felt heavy and swollen, as I pushed it up against him.
“That’s right. Give me what I want.” He moved his lips down to my throat and pressed a soft kiss into the hollow there.
I put my hand on his chest, tentatively, gently, my fingers running down the hard planes of his body and brushing over his nipples.
He pushed my hair off my forehead and gazed down into my eyes.
“Such a beautiful color. Like gold. And all this golden skin.” His hands slid along the lean muscles of my chest and down between my thighs knowingly, his fingers tangling in the dark curls at my groin.
I blushed furiously. I longed for his hand to stroke me there again, but I couldn’t say it—couldn’t do this. I admit I found him really attractive, but I’d always assumed that when it finally came time to find a wife—like real love—I’d find a female.
“No,” I said hoarsely. “This isn’t possible.”
“Hm,” he murmured back to me. “It seems it is.”
“I-I don’t think I want this.”
“Are you sure?” His mouth fastened on one of my nipples, and I arched up in shock at the sensation. It was like a string ran directly from my nipple to my cock, and I’d never felt anything like it before.
“I don’t. I really don’t!”
But my cock grew so hard it was painful—and embarrassing. I hated Tygerians. All except Larz and a few others, that is. How could I be reacting like this? I gave into my feelings and wrapped both of my legs around his and held onto him for dear live.
“You were saying?” he said as he caressed my ass with both hands. “Listen, you have to let go of me if you don’t want this.”
“I—oh, please…”
“Please what? Do you want me to stop?” The general bent to lick and nibble at me again, making me arch and cry out again. “Or not?”
“N-No! No, don’t stop. Please don’t do that.”
I never imagined I could be so wanton, so out of control that I’d allow a stranger to do this to me, to whisper dirty things in my ear and kiss along my jaw soothingly and sweetly as I was bucking my hips and straining against him.
“You needed this, didn’t you? You want it and you need it, and so do I. Tell me how much you want it.”
He was holding both of us in his big hand now, sliding us together, the feeling exquisite and thrilling. Shuddering, I turned my mouth blindly toward his, but he pulled back his head, denying me a place to hide. “Come on, sweetheart. Tell me.”
“I-I do need it. I want it,” I sobbed out the words, panting for breath. “So much…”
I felt as if I were melting inside, and I couldn’t get close enough to this Tygerian.
Embarrassing sounds escaped me, but he seemed to like it.
He kissed me hard then and made little shushing sounds against my lips, soothing me.
A kind of blaze was building low in my belly and flaring upward all through me.
He looked down at me with his beautiful eyes—they were glowing amber, surrounded by little flames of gold. Firelit eyes.
The general moved his hand firmly and rapidly up and down my shaft, teasing the head of with a rough thumb on every upstroke.
I was trapped beneath him in an agony of passion.
I wrapped a leg around his hips and got the leverage I needed to thrust harder against him.
Nerve endings had ignited all over my body, and the explosion was imminent.
I whimpered helplessly as I spilled my come into his hand.
He groaned too and his blood-hot semen shot out onto my stomach.
He milked me gently through the little aftershocks that rocked my body again and again and then kissed the side of my hot face. Finally, he rolled away from me and scooped me up in his arms to pick me up and lay me down across the foot of his bed.
“Now, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft. “That should hold you for the rest of the evening. Clean yourself up and then run along. I’ll see you later, but I need to go to bed now. Unless you want to stay and warm it for me?”
I sputtered in outrage and jumped to my feet, pulling my coat back on. I was suddenly furious at being “dismissed” like I was nothing.
“You should be so lucky! Damn you! I never want to see you again!” I jumped up and stalked toward the door. But first, I whirled around to face him.
“I still hate you.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t break into my room anymore. You should have stayed at home with your own kind.”
“My own kind? What does that mean?”
“Laltanans,” he practically spat out the word. “My people don’t think highly of them. They’re pretty enough…but all of them are thieving, murdering, child-stealing slavers.”
I glared at him, giving him what I believed to be my meanest, fiercest look.
“For your information, there are four different populations on Laltana. Herkon, Athelonian, Farlian and Brytal, like me. And there’s only one kind of Tygerian, I think.
Tell me, aren’t all of you Tygerians completely insufferable, or are you and your precious Prince Mikos just meaner than most? ”
“Watch your sarcastic mouth.”
“Why should I? I’m not afraid of you, you know.”
“If you were smart, you would be!” He snarled back at me.
The very air around us seemed to sizzle and was charged with sparks.
It thickened and practically shimmered with menace.
Something hot and almost palpable sprang up between us, and all the oxygen in the room seemed to leave in a rush.
My breathing was coming faster and more unsteadily, and I saw his chest rising and falling rapidly too.
I wanted to hit him. To mash his face in.
How could anyone who looked like he did be anything other than a selfish, self-entitled, arrogant ass?
I knew exactly what he was and I hated the small, insignificant part of me that still wanted him to crush me in his arms and kiss me again until I passed out.
“If you don’t like it then do something about it,” I unwisely taunted him, sticking my face an inch or so away from his.