Chapter 30
TARIAN
S he was so quiet at first he was scared he’d hurt her, but then she sighed.
He cupped her chin with a hand and dipped his mouth to kiss hers, while riding up and in, up and in, as she looped her arms around his neck.
Her eyes were unfocused, so quickly—he ran a hand up into her hair, finding it somewhat tangled from their earlier flight, and bit her lip to make her look at him.
She snapped to attention at once.
“Are you all right?” he asked, and she blinked.
“I—I think so? I don’t know. You’re big—and I’m dizzy,” she confessed.
He stopped rocking and pulled her to him.
“It’s because we’re finally close,” he said, carefully removing his hand from her hips to stroke on top her hair. “It’s the bond. It likes it better when you’re close to me,” he told her, touching her cheek with the back of one hand.
“And not the reverse?” she said, pushing back a little with a pout.
“Maybe that too,” he confessed. “I don’t really know. I didn’t get much chance to experiment,” he began, his voice drifting, but she was able to pick up the thread with ease.
“Before Seris was taken away from you,” she said, and frowned.
“Please do not be mad at her—or think less of me. She’s the only reason I know anything about humans.”
Kenna gave a soft laugh. “So she was a good teacher?”
“I think so,” he said, bringing the fingers of one hand to his mouth to lick, before plucking at her nipples. She gasped, eyes wide, but didn’t buck. “She taught me many things,” he promised, bringing his thumb to his mouth to suck next, before sinking it between her legs.
That did make her rear—but he caught her ass with his other hand and held her there as he rubbed her.
“She liked to come three or four times before I did,” he told her, and saw her shyly look up.
“And you didn’t mind it?” she wondered aloud.
“I loved to feel it,” he said, bringing his thumb back to his mouth, getting more spit to rub faster. Her taste made him groan, as he regained the right spot. “Same as I will love to feel you.”
One of her hands planted on her chest, while the other grabbed his arm. A floodgate had opened somewhere inside her, and he didn’t have to worry about her being slick anymore—and her scent—it smelled like coming home.
There was a story he wanted to read written on her skin, and so much more to learn of her inside her bright, inquisitive mind, but for now, he knew enough as she made quiet noises and her breath caught.
“Tarian,” she whispered.
Her hand on his arm curled as if to keep him there, while she leaned into his chest with the other, moving her hips to rub him back.
Her thighs were tight, her jaw was dropped, and the sounds she made began to arc up and come louder—but even more than all of that, he felt their bond unraveling between them—only so it could pull her tighter.
“Tarian,” she whined, a call he longed to answer.
“I am here,” he told her, biting back an eager snarl. “Let yourself go.”
“I—I—” she panted, but whatever she would say next went unspoken, as she rocked into him, hard, with a wordless scream.
He felt things flutter inside her, and she pressed both hands onto his stomach, to brace, to grind. She moaned, riding into him, and he kept rubbing her, until she lightly shifted away from him, and he knew that she was finished.
“One,” he told her, and she looked up at him, wide-eyed and breathing roughly.