Chapter 15 Penny
PENNY
Watching Varok cook was an unexpected delight. Most people left their foodmakers to do everything—getting uniform and uninspired, but tasty, results. The silver alien took a different approach, using it to make ingredients to cook with. Soon the room filled with delicious smells.
He didn’t make anything particularly fancy, but the plate of scrambled eggs and fried vegetable slices had my mouth watering when he pushed it in front of me.
And the first forkful tasted like heaven.
The delicately spiced eggs were perfection, and while I didn’t recognize any of the vegetables, their crunch added texture and flavor.
He laughed, not unkindly, as I devoured the plate of hot food and felt the warmth sink into my bones. Attacking his own plate with ruthless efficiency, he cleared it before I’d finished mine, despite how high he’d piled his food.
“What is this?” I asked once I’d finished chasing the last morsel around the metal plate. “And is there more?”
He laughed, and his silver face reflected a glow I didn’t see anywhere else in the room. Is he blushing?
“It is nothing much, my best approximation of n’cha.
Grandmother would probably smack me with the pan for daring to call it that.
” He sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment, looking as calm as I’d seen him.
It looked good. “I’m afraid n’cha is one of the few dishes the foodmaker can provide the ingredients for.
It was this or take our chances with whatever the Wardalians ate.
Would you like to try scronch? Bsalcha, or maybe pergomlag? ”
I shuddered. Without some idea of Wardalian biochemistry, I had no way to guess if their food was toxic to humans.
“I’ll stick with n’cha, thank you very much,” I said. “It’s delicious, whatever it is, and I’d prefer not to take my chances.”
“Thank you, though you think too highly of my cooking. You’re starving and half-frozen, hardly an unbiased position to judge a meal from.”
“Then you’ll have to cook more,” I said, grinning. “So I can give it proper consideration.”
Perhaps there were advantages to being stuck with Varok?
The next few days passed quickly, and they weren’t bad. They were, however, frustrating. Here I was, cooped up with an alien hot enough to weld steel without tools, and refusing to touch him. There he was—arrogant and rude and thoughtful and kind, messing with my ability to focus.
Cooking incredible food, even if he could only manage three recipes with our limited resources.
His worst habit? Stalking through the half-lit corridors of the vault like the caged predator he was. Dangerous, sexy, and bored. There was nothing to do down here, nothing to divert us from our predicament.
Dangerous as he was, I didn’t fear him. I feared my reaction to him, the way my body tingled when he looked at me. If we stayed here much longer, I worried that I’d do something I’d regret.
Every ten hours, I took Debbie up to the surface and sent her out for a quick scan. Risky, of course, but we needed to take risks if we wanted to escape Wardal.
“Nothing. No change to the forcefield.” I glared at the hologram the drone projected onto the kitchen table. That had become our de facto meeting place. Our stolen vault had a dedicated conference room which was, in theory, better suited. In practice, using it felt like disturbing a tomb.
The kitchen was different, safe and somehow cozy despite being larger than most apartments I’d lived in. And it made it easy for Varok to make snacks while we tried to plan. I’d be lying if I claimed that wasn’t an important factor.
I’d also be lying if I claimed the food was all I wanted to sink my teeth into.
Watching him fry up dough-like disks into a kind of cookie, the air filling with the scent of alien spices, I couldn’t help staring.
He wouldn’t catch me, not with his bare back to me and him focused on his task.
But seeing the iron cords of his muscles moving beneath his silver skin was dangerous in its own way.
His body called to me, and every day spent down here made it harder to resist.
“Nothing?” he asked, turning to look in my direction as he flipped the cookies from pan to plate.
My cheeks burned, but if he noticed me staring and biting my lip, he was gentleman enough not to draw attention to it.
I caught a hint of an arrogant smirk on his lips, but he made no comment, just slid the plate onto the table.
I shook my head to clear it, grabbed a cookie to distract myself, and yelped at the sudden pain of burned fingers.
Varok moved faster than I’d thought possible for someone his size, and before I’d registered what had happened, he’d caught my hand.
Holding me with casual, gentle strength, he studied my fingertips.
I hoped that kept him from noticing just how red my face turned. How loud my racing heartbeat was. How my breath caught in my throat. A shiver ran through me as he turned my hand over—his grip didn’t hurt, but it was too strong to resist.
I pulled, testing the theory. Nothing. My hand wasn’t going anywhere until he let it, and I wasn’t even sure he noticed my resistance. He didn’t show any sign of it as he brought my hand up to his lips.
And kissed.
My.
Fingertips.
Oh god. The pain of the burn vanished under the firm pressure of his lips, replaced by a different heat. A more powerful fire, burning its way up my arm and down to my core. Instinct made me snatch my hand back, or try to. Nope. Still held in that gentle, inescapable grip.
A low growl escaped his throat, his golden eyes flicking up to meet mine. Slowly, he turned my hand palm down, planting a firm kiss on my knuckles and making me shudder again. I tried to say something witty about not having burns there, but the intensity of his gaze made that impossible.
I’m sure I said something. It might even have been coherent, but I doubt it.
Varok’s reply was a louder, hungrier growl. Wordless, menacing in the best way possible, and sexier than anything I’d ever imagined. I bit my lip again and brushed my index finger over his mouth.
His eyes didn’t leave mine as his lips parted and his tongue curled around my finger. Long, sinuous, and dexterous, it made my blush deepen. The wicked glint in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.
And that he was thinking it too.
He began kissing his way up my arm, his lips and tongue and teeth sending signals of delight and desire through me.
When he reached my sleeve, he snarled impatiently at the fabric, and I fumbled at the dress’s fasteners, wanting the damned cloth out of the way as badly as he did.
One-handed, it wasn’t easy, and my pent-up frustration was too much to bear.
I pulled hard, tearing a seam to free myself.
As though that was a signal, Varok grabbed the dress and ripped it away from my body. Straps parted under his claws, seams tore, and in moments I stood naked apart from my underwear.
He paused there, breathing heavily, looming over me, looking me slowly up and down. His scent—earthy, tangy, and intoxicating—filled the air.
Nervously, I reached out for his belt. A low rumble of approval urged me on, and the leather slid easily through my fingers. Just beneath, an intimidatingly large bulge in his pants told me he was as eager for this as I was.
My cheeks burned, my fingers trembled, and I found myself caught between the urge to look away and the need to see him. Steeling myself, I unfastened his pants and let them drop, freeing his cock.
It sprang to attention like a coiled steel spring, startling a gasp from me. I’d thought I was prepared for him, but this was more than I’d expected. Huge and silver, ridged and pulsing, it looked inhumanly beautiful. And dangerous.
My body shook with need, with desire, and I slid my hand around the silver shaft. To my delight, Varok gasped, his cock pulsing more powerfully as my fingers teased him. I traced the ridges, stroking gently. Hard nubbins pressed against my fingers, and I wondered what he’d feel like inside me.
Part of me wanted to check for safety, take measurements, test first. Fuck that, the rest of me shouted back, shoving caution aside and taking the wheel.
Leaving a trail of kisses down Varok’s broad, muscular chest, I sank to my knees, enjoying the alien texture of his skin under my lips.
His cock pulsed faster, and I shivered as his fingers slid into my hair, guiding me firmly but not painfully.
Given the strength in those corded muscles, I knew he was restraining himself.
His cock quivered as I reached it, and I parted my lips, my tongue darting out.
A jolt ran through me—he tasted amazing, like nothing I could describe, and I wanted more.
So did he, pulling my head down to meet his rising shaft.
He barely fit in my mouth, but god he filled my tongue and lips with an electric shiver of joy and lust and need.
I groaned around him as he pushed me further down, my hands closing around the base of his shaft and stroking in time with his slow, luxurious thrusts into my mouth. I loved every second, each pulse sending tremors of joy through my mouth and into my whole body.
He growled again, a hungry demand, and I sped up, urging him on.
But he had other plans, and when he pulled me back, his strength was irresistible.
Gasping for breath, I didn’t argue when he placed me on my back on the table.
Careful fingers hooked into my panties and drew them down, revealing my wet, aching, needy pussy to Varok’s gaze.
I resisted the urge to cover myself. Let him see the mess he’s made of me. He’d let me examine him. Turnabout, I told myself, is fair play.
His intensity almost made me reconsider. Varok looked at me as though he wanted to memorize every detail of my body, every inch, every curve. Under that scrutiny, I shivered. No one looked at me like that. No one made me feel so wanted, so needed, so sexy.
Not until Varok. He acted as if he needed me, pulling my hands away when the intensity got to be too much and I tried to cover myself.
“You had your fun,” he said, voice rough and choked with need. “My turn.”
He didn’t give me a chance to ask what he meant. Pinning my wrists with one hand, he bent over me and kissed my neck, teeth grazing my skin, making my body arch. His other hand slid up between my legs, parting them and letting him step between them. His enormous cock brushed my pussy and vibrated.
The vault echoed with my cry of pleasure, and my body shook. Varok kissed his way down to my breasts, his lips leaving a tingling trail wherever they touched me. Squirming, I tried to urge him on, to pull him into me, to get him to fuck me.
“Not yet,” he whispered, barely audible over the sound of my pounding heart. “You’ll get what you want, don’t you worry, but not until I’m ready to give it to you.”
That drew a whimper from me, and I struggled helplessly in his hands. He chuckled and held me down with ease, biting one of my nipples, then the other, with a controlled ferocity that shook me to my core. I tried to talk, to ask, to beg, but I couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
Down and down he kissed, slowly rubbing his cock against my pussy, parting my lips to tease my clit with a thumb, then breaking contact as his mouth got closer. Ever closer.
I whimpered and then cried out as his tongue danced across my lower lips. Its strange, rough texture teased and tormented me in equal measure, and I bucked under him, trying to press up to his mouth, his hand, anything to get more stimulation.
He didn’t let me. Varok’s grip was too strong to fight, and my squirming only turned him on more.
Just as the sensation was about to become unbearable, he relented and brought his mouth down on me, kissing and licking and sucking at my pussy.
I arched again, howling in delight as his tongue found my clit and rasped across it, a sensation so intense it seemed like it should hurt.
But it didn’t. Instead, it sent me into a bucking frenzy, my body twisting and arching enough that I might have injured myself if not for his firm restraint.
I have no idea how many times I climaxed. Time lost all meaning in the ecstasy that flooded my nervous system, but eventually, Varok relented and I came back to myself, panting and trembling.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, and he grinned down at me, face glistening. Letting go of my wrists, he stroked his way down my arms.
“You are delicious. I could do that all day.”
“Oh, no, you couldn’t,” I told him, breathless and aching and bold. “I need you. I need you inside me. Right now.”
I hadn’t thought his smile could get any wider, but now he showed me it could. And showed me more than that, thrusting his metal cock into me with raw and hungry energy that almost overwhelmed me.
I fought back, grabbing at him and pulling him close, wrapping my legs around him. Welcoming him into me, squeezing and shuddering as he groaned.
“You are amazing.” His words came out in a gasp as he slammed into me again.
I tried to agree, but couldn’t spare the breath from panting whimpers of pleasure.
Slowly, steadily, he increased the speed of his thrusts, each one a little deeper into me, each a little harder.
My whimpers turned to cries of delight. His words turned into a drawn-out, ecstatic growl.
Overstimulated by his tongue, I shuddered with every thrust. My body wracked with bliss, my mind dissolving into incoherent ecstasy, I came again and again on his thrusting cock. Each orgasm more powerful than the last, arriving faster and faster.
After an endless, timeless period, I felt him swell inside me.
He was close, so close, and his joy, his need, mixed with my own.
Together, we moved faster and faster, urgent need pushing us on until, with a cry, I tumbled into the most intense climax yet.
Varok followed me over the edge with a triumphant roar that shook the room, cumming hard and deep inside me, and with that, we both collapsed into exhaustion.