93. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
T arrex
Grabbing her hand, I pull her out the door and down the hallway. I’m still making splooshing noises with my mouth when I’m not laughing out loud. I haven’t laughed like this since before Maleen and I were abducted. It’s cathartic.
The moment we get to her cabin, I force her hand on the palm plate, tug her inside, slap the plate to close the door, and back her against it.
I’m laughing and splooshing and kissing her cheeks as she jumps up, clutching my shoulders and wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s in the least sexy outfit ever created—a baggy blue one-piece jumpsuit big enough to fit an Anthen warrior.
Since my mouth is busy, I tell her in my mind, You’re the sexiest female in the galaxy. You’d have to be to make me itch to get my hands on you when you’re wearing that.
This can be easily rectified. Tear it off me.
How is your chest? I suddenly lean back and set her on the floor when I remember she was sliced by that cruel female.
“I’m happily enjoying the effects of the painkillers the medbot shot me up with. You?”
“Same.”
“Get to it, male.”
Male? You used to call me an angel.
Her face softens, changing from her wide, happy smile to something different, warmer, sexier.
“Tarrex, you have the face of an angel and the body of a Greek god. But it’s your heart…” She leans in and caresses my cheek.
Thwap!
Who would be pounding on her door?
“King!” we both say at the same time.
“Zar’s gonna kill me,” she says as she slaps the plate and the door opens with a whoosh.
King pierces us with indignant looks as he swaggers into the room.
“Sorry, big guy. We got carried away. Think you can give us some space?” she asks.
“I thought I was your big guy.”
“I…” She looks flustered.
“It’s fine. I’m not the jealous type. I didn’t even try to kill Theos when you hugged him. I’m good.”
“You are good.”
She sashays toward me, but King is standing between us, glancing from one to the other with his red eyes. He may be smart, but he doesn’t understand spoken language and has no idea Savannah just asked him to give us some space.
I show him some very graphic pictures of me mounting my female from behind, then open the door to the refresher. He reluctantly wanders in and only gives one sharp, short yelp when I close the door behind him.
“Problem solved.”
For a brief moment I run through all the times I wanted to hold her, touch her, and console her on the Diabolus . For an even briefer moment, I recall the torture of having to perform for Khour.
I shake all of that from my head, though, and stay in this moment. Here she is, my beautiful mate. Well, she hasn’t agreed to be my mate, but that can wait.
I stalk to where she’s standing at the foot of the bed, grab the top of her jumpsuit taking care not to touch the plas-film covering the angry red line of her wound that, like mine, was sealed together with skin glue, and rip the fabric straight down the middle. It falls to her waist.
Her green eyes widen and her pink lips pop open. I’m struck with a gust of arousal so powerful I imagine everyone on the ship can feel it.
My strong, courageous warrior who is in control when all about her are losing their heads likes to be taken. I can arrange more of that.
I lift her in my arms and own her mouth, invading her with my tongue. I’d imagined this so differently when I was in my cell on the other vessel. I pictured taking her slowly, with gentle kisses and long, languorous caresses.
My Savannah is having none of that. She’s making aroused little moans in the back of her throat. Signaling she’s well past the point of soft fondling and kind endearments.
When I enter her mind, I see the same picture I threw at King a moment ago.
You saw that? I ask, although it’s obvious she must have eavesdropped on my conversation with the K’tar.
Definitely a sexy picture, my love.
I disentangle us long enough to grab two pillows from the head of the bed and toss them to the foot. I want her chest protected when I pound her on all fours.
I step behind her, twirl her toward the bed, and cross her arms around her waist, holding her tightly against me.
Promise you’ll tell me if I hurt you, Love.
Promise.
Biting, licking, and nipping up the column of her neck, I thrill to her sharp intake of breath when I arrive at that delicate spot below her ear. My cock is jutting against the loose fabric of my jumpsuit and pressing between her legs. She thrusts herself back against me, moaning in pleasure at just the slightest hint of my touch.
The garment I ripped down the middle has slid down her body and pooled at her feet, and she steps out of it so she can widen her stance. When I hunch over, my fabric-covered cock slips between her legs. Satisfying neither of us.
“Take it off!” she demands.
What? I tease even as I touch my autozip and the garment falls to the floor. My naked cock slides between her wet folds and my hips take up a primitive rhythm.
“Savannah,” my voice is more breath than sound, my lips pressed against her ear.
There’s only one way you can make it go away, she says. I don’t need to ask what it is. It’s here in the room like a living thing—what we were forced to do on the Diabolus .
What is that, Love?
By the time we’re done today, I want you to have touched every inch of me. It will wipe everything away.
Consider it done.
I flick my tongue in the shell of her ear, which elicits a sharp intake of breath and a snakelike movement as she writhes against me.
Just getting started, Love.
I repeat my actions on her other ear. Her response is equally exuberant.
My hands span her waist, then creep up her belly to hold the weight of her breasts in my hands.
Perhaps I’ve never told you how beautiful these are, I say as I pluck her hardened nipples until her ass wags against me.
“No, you never did,” she agrees with me even as she shows me a dozen pictures of me doing that very thing when we’d locked ourselves inside this cabin after we first met.
I peer around her far enough to hold her gaze for a long moment.
Beautiful , I say.
You’re the angel, she responds.
Dipping my head and bending my knees, I turn her toward me and keep our gazes locked as I kiss the bottom of the red line between her beautiful breasts, then softly nibble my way up over the plas-film to the top of her breastbone where I can feel her pulse thundering at the base of her lovely throat as she tips her head back in surrender.
Do humans scar? I ask. This is going to be a magnet for my lips, Savannah. How will I ever be able to see it without feeling a burst of love for the most courageous female I’ve ever met? And in such a small package, too.
You don’t think I’ll be… ugly?
This shocks me. My beautiful warrior is worried about a scar? Then I feel her trepidation, knowing she truly wonders if this will make her somehow unworthy in my eyes.
How could you think that? You’re a rebel, a fighter, an insurrectionist. You’re a fugitive from justice and the female who fought Commander Rygel Khour and lived to walk away. Every time I see the faint remnants of that blade, I’ll remember how you stood up against her and endured this without making a peep.
And we’ll forever be twins, my love. We’ll have matching scars. I tell her brightly.
You did agree to touch every inch of me, right? she asks.
Such a very subtle way to remind me to get back to work.
I decide this should be my life’s work—pleasing and pleasuring my female.
After I turn her around so we’re both facing the bed, I nibble at the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. Then I pluck her tender nipples. She’s writhing now and making those little moans that are her genteel way of demanding more.
She’s getting impatient, but I’m not ready to move things to the bed. There still seems to be another person in the room. I want Savannah out of her head with lust before I spear into her. When we get that far, I want the act between only two people.
While I keep strumming one nipple, I reach between her legs, grip her thigh and widen her stance even more. Sliding up her soft skin, I unerringly find her core and circle my finger at her entrance.
“Tarrex,” she croons. I love this sound. It’s part speech and part song. It speaks to how much she wants me. It’s meant to entice.
My lover wants this? I ask as I slip my finger in to the first knuckle. Perhaps I’m a sadist and never knew it until now. I love to make her desperate. What I don’t tell her is that I’m desperate, too. My cock is pulsing against her back, as eager as she is to be joined.
She bends her knees, dipping lower, trying to impale herself on my finger.
I have lightning reflexes, Savannah. You’ll never trick me like that. You’ll have to earn it fair and square.
Earn it? What do I have to do to earn it? She’s eager.
Although I hadn’t initially imagined her doing anything of the sort, I flash her a picture of what would make my cock very grateful, indeed.
She faces me and gracefully drops to her knees, a close-lipped smile on her face as her gaze doesn’t leave mine. Then her gaze rakes down where I’ll have a matching scar to her own, past my waist, and lodges at my throbbing cock.
You have the face of an angel, but the cock of a… I have no words.
She swipes a bead of my pre-cum with the flat of her tongue, making me close my eyes and rock back on my heels. She gives me another swipe, accompanied by a sound usually reserved for the tastiest dessert.
Then her tongue commences a flurry of little flicks all around the deep crevices in the swirls around my cockhead. I have to grip her shoulders to hold on as her mouth performs magic on my flesh.
Little flicks, long appreciative licks, and then she swallows the head, wraps her lips tight, and sucks. This pulls a moan from me, so she redoubles her efforts by sucking and swirling her tongue.
Savannah. You’re too good at that.
Don’t say that. I’m an overachiever. I want to keep improving. I love being able to talk to you while I do this, by the way.
She swirls her tongue in one direction, then the other, then switches again. I’m certain my fingers are digging too hard into her shoulders, but I can’t stop.
She’s sucking enthusiastically, as if she loves my taste and wants to garner more.
I love your taste, Tarrex. Spicey. Masculine.
I can’t wait another minute , I tell her as I pull her to stand. She goes to the edge of the bed and bends over it, presenting her ass to me.
All of a sudden, I have a terrible thought that I try to force out of my head, but I can’t. I have to ask.
Can’t you bear to look at me, Savannah? Is that it? I wonder if looking at me is too disturbing because it reminds her of what we were forced to do in Khour’s cabin.
She stands and whirls in my direction, then gives me the sexiest slanting smile.
I’ll love looking at you as long as you want me. But now? I want this forceful and hot and passionate. I don’t want you worrying about my cut. It will be protected by the pillows. Fuck me. Hopefully, I’ll have the rest of my life to look at your angelic face.
“There’s nothing angelic about what I’m going to do to you.” I twirl my hand and she complies by turning around and resuming her position.
I want it hard and real and undeniable. Remind me who you are and who I am and what we’re made of.
I love that my female knows what she wants.
She’s on all fours, bent over so far I see her pink lips glistening, beckoning me. I kiss down her back on every other vertebra. I’m in too much of a hurry to kiss each one.
Spreading her cheeks apart, I kiss straight down her backside, not missing her tight little pucker. When I swipe my tongue there, I pause to see if this was a step too far. She gasps, but I can’t tell if it was a good gasp or a bad one.
To make herself perfectly clear, she lets me feel her interest. I lick again, a bit deeper, fluttering my tongue until she moans deep and long.
She thrusts her ass back toward me and I make a note that nothing seems off-limits.
Standing again, I slip my finger through her folds, making certain she’s wet and ready for me.
You’re drenched. I tell her.
Of course I am. You drive me insane with need.
Pressing against her, I ride just inside her entrance as I stand behind her, memorizing the moment.
Her body is perfect, beautiful. She has the frame of a warrior, more muscled than the other females on the ship. Her waist is trim. The flare of her hips is undeniably feminine.
My cock aches to enter her, but I take one extra moment to appreciate what I have. It’s what I never hoped to dream of and better than I could have prayed for.
She’s backing toward me, her knees almost off the foot of the bed, but I still won’t give her what she wants—what we both want.
Touch yourself. I order. I want you to come harder and louder than ever before.
She leans forward on the pillows and slides one hand between her legs.
Your chest is fine? I ask, wanting reassurance that I’m not going to hurt the female I love.
There are only a few inches on my body I’m paying attention to right now, Tarrex, and my incision isn’t one of them.
I slip my cockhead in, and her tight channel clenches around me the moment her fingers begin circling her clit. On our first day together, I asked her to show me how she pleasured herself. It made my cock hard as steel to watch her frantic fingers and her growing pleasure. I almost came while I watched.
Even though I’m behind her, I can picture her face, flushed almost the color of wine, her lower lips blushing pink and shimmering with her dew. Her breath hitches, telling me she’s close, before I finally begin my attack.
I press into her in slow, easy strokes, but she’s having none of it. She presses backward in one drive so hard I’m all the way to the hilt.
Tarrex! So very good.
Yes, Love.
Her xyzca’s tight as a fist around me. I’ve been without this, without our intimate connection, for too long. I thrust into her, feeling her warm, slick walls squeeze my cock with every glide.
I want to be inside you, she says . I want to feel it from your side.
She slides into me in that comfortable way we’ve developed. How unusual and bizarre and how perfect to feel her looking out of my eyes at her heart-shaped ass as I pound into her. She feels my balls tuck up and tighten in preparation for my release, and her hand circles more wildly so we can find our bliss together.
I release into her with a grunt. It’s loud and primitive and like an explosion of pleasure. She rides it with me until every little aftershock is over, then scoots out of my mind.
Come with me, Tarrex.
I can’t fathom how it works, but it’s as if she’s holding my hand, pulling me with her, as we both slip into her body.
The feeling of having something inside me—being penetrated—is shocking and a terrible intrusion until she—we—experience wave after wave of physical pleasure. Her release is so different from my own. Mine is like a firehose of pressure, then release.
Hers is like a never-ending river of bliss, with eddies and whirlpools and crashing waterfalls. It rises and falls and then begins again. I can’t fathom how she can tolerate this level of pleasure for so long, but then her hand gets back to work and we do it all again.
When we finally come to the end of the wild ride, I say, I’d envy you that, except I know we can do it again, together.
Switching places is cool. I always wondered what it would be like to be a male. My life is now complete. Except you’re going to have to promise me I can be inside your head when you piss.
You’re joking! I can’t hide my scolding tone even though I feel like a gossipy grandmother clutching her chest in shame.
Do you hold it and aim, or just let it flow?
I’ll let you decide. When I let you. Which might not be soon. I think you’ve succeeded in shocking me.
“Well, you succeeded in shocking me, too.” She brings my hand to her mouth and gives a brushing kiss to my knuckles.
“How?”
“The… lick? On my… ?”
“You said every ince .”
“I guess I did.”
We’re just about to fall asleep when a soft, scolding yelp drifts to us from the refresher.
“King!” Savannah leaps from the bed before I can move.
He joins us near the bed but can’t climb up like a true pet because he’d slice us to ribbons.
Do you think Dax could help us make a leather outfit for him? Savannah asks. She throws us both a picture of thick leather rigged to cover every ince of him except his tail.
Might it work? We could tuck him into it before bed? He could sleep with us?
Maybe other times, but probably not in bed. His tail alone could kill us when we slept. Not to mention he’s huge. He’ll take up the whole bed.
He moves to her side of the bed and thumps to the floor. The idea of the suit doesn’t thrill him, but it’s the best we can think of.
“Hug me to sleep, Tarrex.”
“I missed this.” I throw my arm around her waist, making certain not to touch anywhere near her injury, then tug her closer and kiss her soft brown hair until I can’t read her thoughts anymore.