Chapter 11 Lyra #3
Desperate to banish those thoughts, I hungrily suck at Orion’s tongue until he groans and bucks against me.
I’m determined to lose myself in this pleasure with him.
Grabbing his shoulders, I jump up to wrap my legs around his waist, whimpering with pathetic need.
He carries me out of the laboratory, never pausing to take his mouth from mine.
When I roll my hips against his and feel the heat of his erection against my core, he utters a deep, dark curse that threatens to loose my already-tenuous control.
He growls against my lips as his hands grip my ass, and he grinds his hard cock against me. Fuck. Want. Need. My thoughts come in fragments in between waves of heady, instinctive lust.
We crash into the side of the corridor and I grunt in pain—fucking Fobos and his stupid plasma gun—and Orion mumbles an apology. Dimly, I realize he’s carrying me to my room. My room…where my bed is. I’m going to bed with Orion.
“This is a mistake,” I hear myself saying. Where did that come from?
He pauses to look at me, breathing heavily.
“Do you want me to stop? We can stop,” he replies, suddenly anxious. My heart lurches with the knowledge that if I say so, this will end. One word from me and he’ll put me down, right our clothes, and leave me standing alone in a corridor.
I shift, reveling in the feel of his hardness against the dampness pooling between my legs. He hisses and squeezes his eyes shut, pressing me back against the wall and supporting us with one long, muscular arm.
“No,” I answer. “I don’t have it in me to stop. But now we both know.”
Satisfaction and something else—wariness, perhaps—dances across Orion’s handsome face. He peppers small kisses down the column of my neck and inhales deeply.
“If this truly is a mistake, I will pay for it a thousand times over.”
In response, I lean in to tug at his earlobe with my teeth.
“Then let’s make it worth the price,” I whisper.
The deep whimper he makes spurs my lust out of control. I want him inside me—need him to fill me and chase away the cloying loneliness that threatens to swallow me. If I hold on a little tighter, maybe this time, it will be real.
I fumble for the zipper on his pants, eager to feel his hot, hard flesh in my hands. When I wrap my fingers around him and gently squeeze, he sucks in a breath and pushes us back from the wall, mumbling against my ear.
“If you keep touching me like that, I fear this won’t last very long.
I’m already—ah, stars—I’m too close and it’s been too long and I want you too much.
” Orion reaches my room and drops me on the edge of my bed.
He shucks the suit jacket with rough movements and, after a few failed attempts to unbutton the crisp, white shirt beneath, tugs the half-buttoned garment up over his head.
I stare hungrily at the flat ridges of his chest and abdomen, at the flickering spots and the trail of soft brown hair descending from his belly button.
When he pushes his pants down his muscular thighs, I sigh dreamily.
His erection springs forth and I note how different his body is from what I expected.
While Orion looks mostly humanoid, his cock is unlike anything I’ve ever seen—three bumpy ridges line the shaft and flare out at the base.
The bumps are the same purple as his synesfores and pulse in time with the freckles all over his body.
“You do have synesfores all over your body,” I say. “I’ve been wondering. Dreaming about them, actually.”
“Oh, yeah?” He raises a brow and steps between my legs. I lean forward to slide my tongue over one on his chest, drinking in his helpless gasp.
“They’re sensitive,” he explains.
I want to lick every single one.
“I’ve never been with a Xylothian before,” I admit. “Will you show me what you like?”
His eyes close and he tilts his head back, letting out a stuttering sigh.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you saying those words to me? Just touch me, Lyra, before I realize this is a dream and I wake up fucking my hand again,” he says, the helplessness sending a thrill straight to my core.
Leaning forward, I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking the soft skin and feeling the bumps with a hesitant fingertip.
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
“These are…?”
“Nodes,” he chokes out. “They swell during matehood, to help with conception.”
As I continue to explore his body, fantasizing about how they’ll feel inside me, I pause.
“And without matehood?” I ask, pressing down on one more firmly.
His knees wobble and he grunts, suddenly pulling back. “Without matehood they just feel very, very good. And yes, those are sensitive, too.”
I bite my lip and pull my shirt over my head, adoring how his mouth goes slack.
Stars, but I’m enjoying this too much. Orion raises trembling hands to caress the soft skin beneath one of my breasts and whispers something in a language I don’t understand.
The soft touch leaves a trail of fire along my skin, and I feel like I’m coming unglued.
When I reach down to take off my pants, he stops me.
“Allow me,” he rasps, bending to pull them down my legs.
The cool air against my heated skin wrenches a whimper of anticipation from me, and Orion flashes a seductive grin.
Instead of standing, he kneels in front of me, running his large, calloused hands up the backs of my calves to the insides of my thighs.
He drops idle kisses on the insides of my knees, then gently presses my legs open to bare my sex to him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Better than I imagined. And fuck, how I’ve imagined…”
“Have you been with a Velusian before?” I ask.
He shakes his head—hands tracking up the smooth skin of my thighs until his thumbs graze the sides of my sex. The soft touch electrifies me with pleasure.
“But if you’re anything like a Xylothian…”
I bite out a curse as he drags a finger through the wetness between my legs, dipping inside me and then tracing back to my clit.
“How does this feel?” he asks, circling the pearl with his fingertip. At my guttural moan, he chuckles. “Is this where your pleasure lives?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, stars yes!”
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Lyra,” he utters with a deep groan. He licks his finger and closes his eyes in pleasure. “And you taste like a dream.”
When he opens his eyes again, the vibrant green glitters from within, like a light shining through an emerald.
He smiles wickedly and dives forward, covering my pussy with his mouth.
He swirls his tongue around my clit and I shriek, already close to the orgasm I’ve wanted from him for weeks.
I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him there, locking my legs behind his neck.
When he slides one finger inside me—then two, I nearly come up off the bed.
The torturously slow movements make me writhe and I fall backward, dragging him with me onto the bed.
For the briefest moment, I lie before him—arms above my head, legs splayed on either side of his.
He leans back to sit on his heels, gaze devouring me with frenzied lust and something akin to worship.
It steals the breath from my lungs. I’m no stranger to pleasure, but it’s entirely foreign to me to have someone who isn’t under the spell of my vellia stare at me with such wonder—as if I hung the moon.
“I could never get used to this sight,” he says softly, crawling up my body and lashing sweet kisses along my thighs. “You’re a goddess.” When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he lathes his tongue over the seam of my sex, pausing to suck my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. He slips two fingers into me again, twisting them slowly. A string of filthy Velusian curses spill from my lips as my body indulges in pure sensation. With every rhythmic thrust of his fingers my pleasure builds, making my entire body feel like a hurricane of need.
“Never,” he moans, curling one of his fingers inside me to massage some secret, incendiary spot. His other hand snakes up my side, reaching to palm my breast and roll one nipple between his fingertips. Stars, he’s good. Fire zips along my nerves, racing toward my core. I’m so close. So. Close.
“More,” I demand. “Don’t stop! I’m so close, Orion—I need more.”
“You’ve got to earn it,” he growls, his voice rough and unrecognizable. He lathes his tongue across my center in long, slow licks.
I can’t form a response in the haze of my building orgasm—I simply pant and mewl and thrash around in the sheets. The most incredible bliss lies just beyond me, and I buck against Orion’s mouth as I reach for it.
“Earn it, Lyra,” he rumbles against my skin with the deliciously punishing thrust of his fingers.
“Come for me—now.” He ceases tonguing my clit to press a thumb against the aching bud of my need and I shatter, every fiber of my being vibrating with pleasure and satisfaction and heart-twisting fulfillment.
On and on it goes, aftershocks trailing like the tail of a comet.
All the while, he holds me, nuzzling my hip and caressing me everywhere.
In the wake of the pleasure, distant thoughts take shape in the quiet recesses of my mind.
I’m going to tell him the truth about the idol. I’ll give him more than just the names of buyers. I‘ll give him all the information he needs to be happy and save his people.
I’m falling for him.
The realization freezes me faster than getting sucked out of an airlock.
Oblivious to my brewing panic, Orion chuckles darkly and covers my trembling body with his, sighing into the crook of my neck.
“Good girl,” he says, slinging one heavy arm across my waist.
The dominant words make my sex clench and I roll over to straddle him. I push the thoughts away—reality can wait a few hours. His green eyes glow beneath his thick, black lashes in a look of unbridled desire.
Tell him, Lyra. Tell him you care for him. Tell him you’ll give him whatever he wants. Ask him to stay with you, my instincts demand.
Do it, and you’ll ruin everything, and lose even more, my mind replies.
I exhale shakily, my confusing thoughts threatening to distract me from the beautiful naked man in my bed.
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had,” I admit. “And I’m going to return the favor.”