Chapter 27
ALARYK
“You like to be touched,” came the words, guttural from my throat, sucking in a breath as one of Amaia’s hands trailed down my abdomen, tracing the rivers and valleys of the muscles there. Like a road, she followed the path they made until her small finger brushed the head of my cock.
My breath hitched.
“You like to be admired,” I continued, trying not to choke on my groan.
She is a beautiful female, I thought. Not just because I was attracted to her, but because of the warm light in her eyes, the way her smile made others feel relaxed. I’d watched her interactions with others, could glean enough to know that she had a beautiful soul. Others knew that too.
“And people do admire you,” I found myself saying.
“Do you?” she asked, raising her brow. Seeing her like this, her cheeks flushed, eyes wanting…it made my cock bob and pulse.
“Oh, yes, mariss,” I rasped. My little ember, burning bright for me. “I admire you more than any of them.”
She smiled, so beautiful and shy that it made my insides twist with an emotion I didn’t want to give a name to. Not yet.
Amaia had a temper, yes, but she could also be as docile as a baby shearling. She didn’t need to be cared for, but she wanted to be loved.
And on Muron, I wanted to be reckless enough to give in to her.
When she shifted down to kiss the tip of my cock, a low growl rose from my throat.
“Take that off,” I ordered, not even trying to hide the urgent demand in my tone. “Let me see those perfect tits.”
Her green eyes flashed up to mine, her lips hovering over the sensitive tip of my cock, her hot breath drifting over the pre-come that was already beading.
I didn’t think either of us should be expending our energy on anything but sleep…
but now that we were on the precipice of this, nothing would claw me away from it.
I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to hear her moans drowning out all sound, feel the bite of her nails raking across my skin, her legs wrapped low around my waist, not letting me escape.
Amaia sat up, releasing my cock, which dragged out a shuddered breath from me, and peeled off her tunic. I’d taken off her tightly laced pants and boots when I’d brought her back from the landing field, so after she threw her tunic onto the floor, she was suddenly naked in my bed.
I admired her for a brief moment. The remnants of the fire in the hearth made her light brown skin glow, softening her features.
Her green eyes were half-lidded, her full lips darkened from my kiss.
Her soft belly, her long legs, which were tucked beneath her, her perfect breasts, tipped up toward me, her back arched subtly as if she knew how much I liked to look at her.
Her beauty had snuck up on me, slow and gentle. But now?
I thought she might be the most lovely creature I’d ever seen.
I shot up from my prone position, dipping my head as lust swarmed my mind.
Her gasp made a sizzle of desire shoot through my belly, funneling straight to my cock, as I wrapped my lips around one nipple.
My other came up to cup and squeeze her other breast, plucking at her hardened peak, making her squirm.
“Stroke my cock,” I purred.
“Bossy,” she choked out, even as her warm hand closed around my thickened shaft. When her palm dragged down, the piercings pulled, and sparks lit up my vision. My spine bowed, a near gasp tumbling from me. “Even during sex.”
“That’s the best time for it,” I argued. “Harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nearly chuckled against her breast as I laved my tongue around the brown-tipped peak. “You won’t—believe me.”
As if hearing the assurance in my tone, her hands tightened and she gave a few experimental pumps, which had me whispering out curses against her skin. Her fingers found my syn’ra—which I knew the Dakkari called a dakke. Sparks skittered up my spine when she pressed the sensitive bump.
“Yes,” I hissed, my hand falling from her other breast to dive between her legs, parting her slick folds.
She jolted when I found her clit, and then ground down against my hand when I toyed my thumb against it, a gentle brush, a light tease. Her hand glided away from my syn’ra, her pace falling out of rhythm as she worked my cock, slickening her own hand with my pre-come.
Keeping my thumb on her clit, I pushed two fingers inside her, hearing her shuddered gasp, feeling the rocking of her hips against me, wiggling.
The sound of her arousal as I pumped my fingers into her filled the space between us, but she didn’t get shy.
If anything, she moved against me more and more brazenly, pleasing me.
“The things I want to do to you, mariss,” I breathed against her nipple, lapping before closing my teeth around it gently. I squeezed, not hard enough to hurt much but enough to make her gasp.
But she surprised me when she pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my hand from between her legs. It shimmered with her wetness in the low light, and I popped a finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as she watched with parted lips.
“Come up here,” I said, narrowing my eyes on her, my cock jutting like a pillar between us, my mouth watering for her, sweet and divine. “I want to taste more of you.”
I saw the flash of intrigue cross over her expression, and I laughed low.
“Did you like when I was eating your pretty little cunt last night?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “But I want to taste you now. And you’re much too demanding. Maybe you need to learn you don’t get everything you want.”
I stretched out, my leg sliding up as she settled between them, lying on her stomach as she gazed up at me.
“If this is your idea of punishment,” I began, gritting my teeth when her hand fisted around my cock, “then by all means, continue.”
“I’ve never seen piercings like this,” she whispered, her hot breath drifting off the sensitive head of my pulsing cock. It was so hard, so hot, I could feel my heartbeat throbbing there. “Did they hurt?”
“You want to talk about my piercings right now?” I asked low, my hand coming to her hair, gathering it back.
I saw her pink tongue flash out, watched it drag up the unpierced side of my shaft.
I held my breath, my gaze glued to that tongue, feeling it spark up my spine like she was tracing it there too. “Fuck, Amaia. Do that again.”
She did, even more slowly, as I held my breath. Then said, “I’m just curious. About you. About why you got them.”
“Wrap your lips around it, and I’ll tell you,” I rasped.
Her eyes sparked, nearly making me smirk, but then all thought left my mind when she did as I requested.
My back bowed when she sucked on the head.
The little delighted, surprised moan in the back of her throat was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
“You like the way I taste, mariss?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, not even lifting off my cock to give a proper answer.
I felt my sac squeeze, a rush of more pre-come spilling.
She tightened her hand at the base of my shaft, her thumb rubbing one end of a piercing at the very bottom.
A pulling, aching tease that rivaled her seeking, enthusiastic tongue.
On Muron, it felt too good.
“It’s a Har—fuck—Hartan rite of passage,” I rushed out, my voice dark and husky and wobbly, my gaze rapt on her sucking my cock. “Look up at me.”
Her green eyes met mine, the erotic sight she presented scrambling every thought in my brain.
“It’s an ancient custom,” I continued when she squeezed harder at the base of my shaft, pumping her fist. “I’d always…been pressured to choose between two worlds. Getting them was my way of saying I could be both.”
Her eyes were warm as she regarded me, a spark of understanding in them. Those eyes made my heavy sac tighten, the first hint of an orgasm growing, coiling in my belly.
“And yes, it did fucking hurt,” I growled. “But I liked it.”
There was a challenge in her eyes. She finally lifted off my cock to ask, “You always need pain to come?”
“Yes,” I replied immediately, answering on instinct, because I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t needed some sort of stimulus to reach an orgasm.
When I’d come with Amaia last night, the bite of her teeth had gotten me there.
Relatively tame, but just the hint of pain had been there, shoving me over that invisible threshold to completion.
“Interesting,” she whispered, a small tug of a devious smile on her lips.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing at all,” she replied before her lips wrapped around me again.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, letting the sensation of simple pleasure swarm me. The heat of her mouth, the silky tease of her tongue dragging up the line of metal piercings, the delicate sound of them hitting her teeth.
She grew more comfortable, taking me deeper, her jaw widening as she sank down. She found a rhythm that had me squirming underneath her, that had me cursing all her previous lovers—a ridiculous sense of possessive jealousy filling me at the thought of anyone but me experiencing her like this.
It didn’t make any sense, but she had my mind scrambled.
“I’m going to come,” I breathed a handful of moments later, my hand tightening in her hair, being a little selfish as I guided her down. She tugged on a piercing, a sharp jolt. “Amaia—”
Just as the burn started to sizzle its way up my shaft, she pulled back, making me growl out a curse. My abdomen clenched, frustration rising.
As I fought not to come, she rubbed the tip of my cock across her lips, watching me.
“So it’s like that,” I breathed.
“Will you let me do what I want?” she asked, letting me come down from that near explosion. “Or will you get demanding again?”
“Is this punishment for ordering you around?” I asked.
“Maybe a little,” she said, a flutter of a smile crossing her lips. “But I also just want to see if you really do need pain to find your pleasure. Or if I can just make you mindless enough that it won’t matter.”
Fuck.