Chapter 7
7
GWEN
T his is definitely one of my better ideas. Ryz will be putty in my hands, and I?—
He pushes open my thighs, stroking them.
Fuck.
What was I saying?
His kisses start at the inside of my knee and end at the hollow where my leg meets my aching pussy.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, awe in his voice, as his fingers trace over my sensitive flesh.
I shiver.
His breath is hot as he trails soft kisses from back to front, agonizingly slowly, and I whimper. “Oh…mmm…Ryz.”
He settles between my spread legs, one arm caressing my breasts, the other feathering over my inner thigh. I’ve never had a man just park himself there, admiring me and spending longer than necessary.
“You aren’t going to do anything weird, are you?” I ask, remembering the porn I stumbled upon.
“Have I done anything so far that you haven’t liked?” he asks, stroking my inner thigh with the backs of his knuckles.
“N-no,” I say, shifting, spreading my legs wider, lifting my pussy toward him. I want more of his mouth. I want to feel that suede tongue licking at my folds and delving inside me.
But Jeez, he’s taking his sweet time.
“Please, Ryz,” I whine, unable to stop the plea that escapes my lips.
He exhales a deep, throaty sound and gets into a sitting position beside me. I watch the shadows of his long, thick fingers slide over my sex, teasing and touching, circling my clit. He alternates barely grazing me with firmer touches. I gasp after every one of his movements and I reach behind me to grab onto the headboard, the sensations maddening.
“Those sounds…” Ryz says, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard. “I crave them.” He teases my clit and my back arches.
“Yes…” I moan.
“Your body is so responsive,” he whispers. “I think you like this.”
Then one of his thick fingers slides into me.
“Ohhh,” I half moan, half gasp. I’m not usually into fingering. But Ryz— holy hell —seems to know exactly what he’s doing.
He goes slow, working more of his finger in with each push.
“Weird?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
“No,” I say, breathless. “Amazing.” I moan as he rolls over some magical spot inside.
Damn. I shudder.
“Excellent.” He continues to stroke my insides like he’s a trained professional. “You’re so wet,” he pants. “I can’t…”
He slides down between my legs and licks me from bottom to top.
I cry out, as his big suede tongue devours me, exploring every secret spot, rolling over every inch of my flesh. My climax is building fast.
“Ryz, that’s so good. You’re going to make me come.” I’m writhing under his mouth, my hands scrabbling frantically at the headboard.
He growls and groans and purrs—all sounds that lead me to believe he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
He doesn’t stop. My pussy clenches around his finger. “Oh god, oh god, oh god ,” I pant, the sensations overwhelming me.
Then my orgasm slams into me like a truck and my body spasms. “Yes! Yes! Fuck! Ryz, I’m coming!”
It only makes him grip my thighs tighter as his mouth works my tender pussy, his finger crooking inside me.
I continue yelping and jerking as my nerve endings explode, my body a hot, fiery mess.
“My sweet Queen…” he coos, licking up my cream like he can’t get enough.
When he finally pulls away, I’m a mess.
His finger slips out of me and he kisses up my pelvis, over my stomach, and caresses one breast with his fingers, lazily sucking the other.
Wow…
I groan as his hard cock presses against my leg. At least I think that’s his cock. Maybe a giant moray eel slid between us when I wasn’t looking.
He lifts up onto his arms, staring down at me, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness like a neon sign. Is he smiling? I reach up to touch his mouth.
Yep, smiling.
And it makes me smile.
I bite my lip and let my hand trail down his body, feeling each bulging muscle…his massive pectorals, each ab—I swear, I count eight !—and the V lines at his groin that scramble my brain.
“I’m assuming you can’t see me in the dark?” he whispers.
“Only a vague outline of you. Except for your eyes.”
He snuffles. “I can see every curve of your perfect body,” he replies.
Swoon .
My hand drops to his colossal cock.
“Gwen,” he groans, as I explore it with curious fingers. It feels like a human cock, just much bigger, with more ridges along the shaft, and a circumcised tip that’s much slicker than I’m used to.
When I touch it, he makes a desperate sound.
“I’ll spend if you touch that spot much more.”
“Then I’ll hold off.”
I cup his balls gently, pressed tight against the base of his erection.
“Are you still sore from the other day?” I ask. I mean, I did kick him in the nuts.
He chuckles. It’s a wonderful sound.
“I heal fast,” he replies. So I give them a soft squeeze.
He gasps. “Quorr, Gwen, I need to be inside you,” he groans.
“So… you can tease me until I can’t see straight, but I can’t do the same to you?”
He grasps my face. “Please,” he says, kissing my mouth. I taste myself on him and it ratchets up my desire. How can a girl say no to that?
“Do you have protection?” I ask.
“Protection? You are under the Royal Commander. The safest spot in the realm.”
I laugh. “I mean birth control. As discussed, I don’t want to get pregnant.”
He lowers his bottom half to rest next to me, his thick cock against the outside of my thigh.
“Here on Ydris we are implanted with a device that shuts down our ability to pass on our reproductive genes. If a couple is interested in having a child they must first visit a counselor, and then a doctor to remove the implant, before they can pursue pregnancy. We want to be sure potential parents have the means and the desire to raise a healthy child.”
“So, planned parenthood,” I say, smiling. “Where responsibility lies with both partners.”
“Exactly.”
I could definitely get behind that.
I lean toward Ryz and wrap my arms around his neck, and his mouth descends to mine hungrily.
He rises up and settles on top of me, the pressure of his cock driving me to rock my hips against him.
“Needy woman,” he growls, his tone playful.
He lifts his hips.
“Ryz, be careful. I’ve never had sex with anyone of your size before.”
“We’ll ease you into it,” he says, fondling my breast. “I’ll go as slow as I can.” He runs his fingers over my pussy. “You’re still drenched. That will help.”
He brings his hand to his cock, mixing my slickness with his. The sight of him stroking himself is a huge turn on. I think I could watch him touch himself all day—well, until I got jealous.
He spreads my legs again, coaxing my thighs wider apart. Then he notches his cock at my opening, running the wet tip against me. He presses in slowly, then a little more. I inhale sharply.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained.
I nod.
“You’re tight, Gwen. Tight, and wet, and hotter than a lava planet.” He closes his eyes and his jaw tenses as I stroke his face. My other hand slides over his firm ass. It dimples as I squeeze it and pull him into me further.
“Oh, vrek ,” he curses.
My body stretches wide as I take him in. But I have faith the pain will lessen soon.
Finally, it does, and I throw my head back. “Ryz,” I whimper, when he’s buried in me to the hilt.
He begins to thrust in and out, and I moan loudly, his thick length filling me like nothing ever has before.
“You still okay?” he asks, between gritted teeth.
“Yeah,” I say on a groan.
His cock’s ridges and that slickness have my pussy walls tingling now, throbbing, each pump probing and touching me in a way that feels spectacular.
“You feel so good,” I cry out, as he thrusts even deeper.
He growls again.
“I’m so close to coming again, Ryz. I can’t hold back.”
“I’m close too,” he grunts.
When he leans down to kiss me, I wrap my legs around his hips. That changes the angle just enough that sparks light up my pussy, and I scream his name.
My god, this copper alien— my husband —is making me come again!
Ryz groans and his head flies back, eyes open and flashing, as he roars like a lion. His body shakes as if lightning is running through him. For all I know, it is.
I’m trembling along with him as I feel the heat of his seed surging into me.
We’re left panting, my heart trying to catch up.
When he slides out of me after a few moments, I miss the stretch of his cock and the heat of his body. I turn to snuggle into him, resting my head on his shoulder, surprising myself.
He buries his face in my hair and inhales deeply.
“Wife, you have a gift,” he says with a sigh. “That was magnificent.”
“It truly was,” I reply, stroking his chest.
“But I will not be swayed by your seduction. The search party will wait until I deem it safe.”
Fuck. He knew exactly what I was doing the whole time.
As I seethe, I hear his breathing deepen.
The bastard is asleep already ?
I grunt and push away from him. I’ll be sleeping way on the other side of the bed from now on.
* * *
I don’t want to cry.
I tell myself I’m not crying over Ryz but for my friends—dead out there, or worse, alone, scared and in pain—and being unable to do anything about it.
It’s tearing me apart.
Still, part of me also is devastated that I can’t trust my own husband. I thought we had connected and shared something special last night. Turns out it was purely physical.
To be fair, I believed that initially, too. But the depth in his eyes, his touch, and the sincerity in his voice made me change my mind—and then Ryz was gone before I woke up.
So I went straight to the bath to soak. Now, I’m sobbing in the sudsy water, feeling sorry for myself.
This is so not me.
I get out and throw on a robe. Maybe I should try talking to Ryz again.
As I'm about to get dressed, I hear movement in the room.
“Hello?” I call, wondering if it’s a servant coming to clean up.
No answer.
I turn and someone grabs me, clamping a large palm over my mouth.
I struggle in their grip, but they’re too big and strong. I try to catch their reflection in the mirror, but all I see is a hooded robe.
“Please don’t scream, or fight, or hurt me like you hurt Ryz.” He chuckles. “Though I would’ve loved to have seen that.”
My mind whirls. The stranger talks about Ryz like they are close, instead of referring to him as Royal Commander. And how does he know what I did to him? Ryz wouldn’t let us share that with anyone.
His grip loosens slightly, and I elbow him in the gut. He groans, but just grips me tighter.
“You either aren’t listening, or you don’t care. Either way, I kinda like your spunk,” he says, but still doesn’t move. “Fine. I’ll get to the point. I know where your friends are. Now, will you behave?” he asks.
That stops me in my tracks.
He knows about Iris and Lacey?
I don’t like his condescending tone, but if he knows something about my friends…
I relax and nod. He slowly removes his palm from my mouth and I get a glimpse of gold metallic skin. He moves back from me and I turn as he pulls his hood down.
My mouth falls open. He’s definitely Kraetian and looks familiar somehow. Tall, thickly muscled. I can see a hint of his chest under his robe and it bulges in a way that reminds me of Ryz’s. His skin is shimmery gold, with long hair of the same color. His eyes are a striking neon violet.
And he’s smirking . Where have I seen that smile before?
“Who are you?” I ask, tugging my robe tighter around me and crossing my arms over my breasts as I watch his gaze travel down the length of my body hungrily. “Answer me,” I order. “And where are Iris and Lacey?”
He sighs. “I can’t tell you who I am. Ryz will go ballistic. He’ll lock you up for just uttering my name.”
“Then why should I trust anything you say?”
“Let’s just say there’s a lot you don’t know, human. A lot Ryz isn’t telling you.”
That stings, even though I probably should’ve known. Still, this guy is annoying .
“Firstly, you will address me as Queen,” I say. “Secondly, you’ll tell me where Iris and Lacey are. Alive? Hurt? In danger?”
“Of course, my Queen,” he says, bowing overly low. “Your friends are in…unsavory places. I’m sure they are alive, as they are worth much more to their captors alive than they are dead. As for hurt or in danger… That depends on who exactly purchased them.”
My heart stops.
“They were bought? Tell me everything you know.”
“Oh, my Queen.” He eyes me again. “ All of you were bought. As well as many others from Earth.”
A shiver runs through my body.
“Why?” is all I can think of to say.
He shrugs. “ That is a complex question that I don’t have time to answer.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I know you want to help your friends, my Queen, and I can help you save them.”
I take a deep breath, my heart beating out of my chest. This is exactly what I want. What I wanted Ryz to help me with. But he’s too busy fretting over his people.
Ha! Maybe he just doesn’t want to help me, and never did.
Meanwhile this unknown Kraetian, apparently someone that has a beef with Ryz, has offered to help me save them.
It doesn’t add up. It smells funny.
And yet, in the back of my mind all I hear is that this may be my only chance to find them…if this dude is, in fact, telling the truth.
“You didn’t answer all my questions. Why help me? What’s in it for you?”
He smiles. “Maybe I just want to beat Ryz at something.”
Is this guy for real ? “You really have that big a grudge against him?”
He nods. “Oh, yeah.”
“And… Once we retrieve my friends, you’ll bring us back here, right?”
He laughs. “You wouldn’t want to come back. You’d be walking into a death sentence. Treason for disobeying the Royal Commander. More importantly, if you went with me, Ryz wouldn’t want you back.”
Why would Ryz hate me for trying to find my friends? That’s nuts.
This guy must be the scourge of the galaxy for Ryz to have such strong feelings about him. And yet, I almost feel as if he understands where I’m coming from…more than my own husband.
I huff out a breath. I can’t believe I’m even considering this. “Where would we go, then?”
“That’s the least of your worries,” he says, the smirk firmly back in place. “Getting your friends back will be the difficult part. If we survive that, the galaxy is yours to explore.”
Holy shit. I could lose my life.
Though really, would it matter? I mean, I couldn’t live with myself knowing Iris and Lacey were out there suffering and I neglected to do anything about it.
I could, however, lose Ryz. My heart breaks a little to think that, though I’m not sure why. Did I ever really have him? Would I even want a man who doesn’t support me in my endeavors and breaks his promises?
Is it best for me to leave him to rule Ydris alone? Maybe. That is his path: seeing to his people, not running after mine.
He can find another mate who is more suitable. Though that thought does make me kinda nauseous.
“Think it over,” he says. “If you decide to come with me, meet me at the edge of the Palace grounds at the back gate near the hedgestone at mid-Neomea. The guard is lightest then and I can get my craft down quickly. If you’re there, I’ll take you to your friends.”
“I haven’t figured out time here yet, so I have no idea when mid-Neomea is,” I admit sheepishly.
He sighs and swipes the air in front of him, then points to a large blue moon that has appeared on a screen. “When this moon is sitting over here.”
I nod. Why do I trust him? I may be completely wrong, but I think I have to chance it in order to help my friends.
“I’m not committing to anything at this point…” I say.
“Understood,” he replies. “I hope you choose wisely, my Queen. Until we meet again.”
With lightning fast speed he leans in and kisses my cheek, disappearing into the other room before I can even bat him away. I go back to the dressing room and change into a long-sleeved top, pants, and thick-soled shoes.
I know what I’m going to do.
The risk is worth it. Better than waiting for who knows how long until Ryz deigns to let the search party go.
But as I pack a bag, stuffing one of Ryz’s shirts in it as a souvenir, my heart hurts more than I expect it to.