Chapter 5
Chapter five
On’nas
“We haven’t heard from Nora in over twenty-four hours.
” Mu’ol was pacing the confines of his bedroom, our bedroom, I supposed, since he’d forced me to sleep beside him for the past two nights.
We’d had a busy few days, packing up and traveling through the backwoods of Montana to a smaller, hidden compound, the secret one that we’d built as a failsafe, in case things didn’t go well with the humans.
The commander was magnificent like this.
I loved the intense way he worried about his woman and our people, loved watching him as he showed real emotion when he was usually so cold.
And now I could soothe him. I had permission to walk over and lay a hand on the firm muscles of his shoulders, offering comfort, rubbing the tightness out of his back as he leaned back with a groan.
It had surprised me to discover that behind his cold, angry exterior, Mu’ol craved affection like a drug.
Perhaps many of the Aunga’ri people were the same — starved for physical touch from a life led mostly without it.
We all pretended to be so stoic, to embrace the new ways.
Even our young weren’t given much affection past the first few years of childhood, but maybe we all needed it more than we knew.
Touching him was like a drug — it soothed me in the same way it soothed him. He closed his eyes, leaning against me as I slipped my arms around his waist, massaging the tight muscles across his torso.
“The Vul can’t have her. She’s meant to be ours,” he murmured.
“Ours?” I asked. I liked Nora well enough, but I didn’t consider her mine.
Perhaps the way he’d used the word implied that Mu’ol and I were already one.
I ran my hands down his skin, enjoying the way the purple-gray surface shimmered in the light.
Once, his skin tone would have indicated his lower social rank, but to me, he was simply beautiful. Especially without a shirt on.
I stepped in closer and wrapped my arms completely around him, running my lips along the thick column of his neck, making him groan. He rarely touched me, except to jerk me to orgasm after I’d been good for him, but he liked to be touched, and I did my best to give him that when he needed it.
“Clearly, she is meant to be ours. How can you not see that?” he muttered.
I laughed. “I would love to get to know her better to find out if that is true. But I was questioning your use of the word ours.”
“Are you not now my partner, On’nas?” he asked, reaching back between my legs to hold the part of me he owned most of all. As always, I pulsed to life under his touch.
“I believe the humans engage in a certain period of testing, getting to know each other before they claim each other as partners.”
“Ridiculous,” Mu’ol growled. “We know. What’s the point of waiting?”
“All right, I’ll be your partner, commander. Thank you for asking.”
“Did I ask? Hmm.” He ran his fingers down the length of my shaft. “There’s something Axel does with the prince that perhaps seals the union a little more strongly, if you are questioning.”
“You want to fuck me?” I asked.
“No. I want you to fuck me. Fill my ass with your cum, then ride my cock until I explode inside you.” His voice was gruff, and I shuddered against his back, pushing firmly into his hand.
While I had slipped my fingers inside my body before, wondering how it would feel to take in the man I loved, I’d never considered that he’d want me inside him.
“Are you sure?”
“You enjoy exploring my body, bringing me pleasure, do you not? Explore this part of me, with your tongue first, I think.” He stepped away, peeling off his pants, then glanced back at me, his eyes surprisingly tender.
“Why now?”
“I need you, On’nas. You take my mind off of my inability to do anything for her,” he murmured. “I want to race out into the human population and kill every damn one of them until Nora is in my arms, but I know she’d hate me for that. And waiting is not something I’m good at.”
I studied him, sensing his pain now more than ever.
He was right that I enjoyed touching him, that I got off on doing things that gave my commander pleasure, but that simple request was my undoing.
I coaxed him onto the bed and onto his stomach, then stripped off the rest of my clothes.
Straddling him, I ran my hands smoothly down his muscled back, tracing the geometric patterns of his tattoos.
He groaned in pleasure, and my cock pulsed against his lower back, leaking pre-cum there.
I wanted inside him more than I had realized.
“Nora is a capable woman. And she’s with Axel, who is a badass, to use the human term. She’ll be fine.”
“How did you learn to do the things you do? To show affection and bring your lover pleasure?”
I laughed. “Not all Aunga’ri comply with the accords. My parents were intimate with each other. I was conceived naturally, and my parents were affectionate with me, the way humans raise their young. Not every Aunga’ri thought turning everything over to science was the best idea.”
He studied me for a moment. “Is that why you’re different? Warmer and less closed off? It enables you to do the things you do, for our people.” Perhaps he knew me better than I realized if he understood what I was.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Seeing how happy my cousin is with his love bond makes me crave it, though.”
“But that’s illegal,” he said. I tried to massage the tension out of him, kissing my favorite parts of him as I kneaded at his beautiful muscles. I loved this man, and I wasn’t entirely sure how to explain that to him other than by touch.
“What we’re doing right now, the way I’m making you feel, the way you make me feel, is illegal.
There’s something wrong with that. It’s a law worth breaking,” I murmured.
I stayed away from the words I really wanted to say, because I wasn’t sure he would understand them yet.
His kind was told that love was a myth. That the Bhesai Ker’el was a myth, but I could already feel the bond forming between us.
The bond wasn’t as magical as legend would have it be, and I had felt it once before, for a woman I had been close to before I’d joined the military.
Having the Ker’el bond made for a tough breakup, but it didn’t seal us together in some sort of magical, unbreakable thing.
It was an ability activated by hormones associated with love, and was something that happened in strongly connected relationships, as simple as that.
And I loved it, loved when I began to get glimpses of a loved one’s inner life, their passions and emotions.
What little I’d seen of Mu’ol’s thoughts had let me know he was a horny, repressed asshole, and I loved knowing that. I wanted to dive into him and see what was behind all of that denial. In his case, I suspected he was someone with a passionate, loving soul. A fierce protector. A lovely man.
He went quiet, and I kissed my way down the curve of his spine, shifting to where I could touch and massage my favorite part of him.
In my old life, Mu’ol never would have been someone I could have.
My choices were limited to others who held the same beliefs that my parents did.
But when I’d been assigned to Earth, I had been thrilled to learn that humans accepted sexual love, that it was part of their culture.
Instead, I’d fallen for the most off-limits Aunga’ri of all. I smiled down at him, kissing his lower back, pouring my affection for him into every touch.
I separated his ass and dipped my head down, circling my tongue against his hole, and a warm rush hit me as I listened to his groan of pleasure. And when I slipped my tongue inside him, forcing him open, he shouted, reaching back and threading his fingers through my hair and yanking me close.
I complied, tongue-fucking my lovely man with wild abandon until he was writhing against my mouth, begging for my cock.
Who would have guessed that the uptight commander liked ass play?
I grabbed his cock and stroked him, working him into a complete frenzy with my hands and tongue, but still not relenting.
I wanted him to come around my cock, and I now knew that his body was responsive enough that it could happen.
Mia had called me submissive, but that was only sometimes. I also enjoyed this heady rush of power.