Chapter 34
Dez stoodin the doorway after pressing the panel to open it. He was still breathing a little heavy from running down the corridor ahead of Cyra. He had been listening to the women outside the galley, hoping to get some insight as to what was going on in Cyra’s mind. He hadn’t heard what he’d wanted to, but at least she was there. It was up to him to capitalize on the opportunity she was giving him. She may not know it, but her temporary affair was going to last a lifetime. At least for him. “Would you like to come in?”
“I’d like to come.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged, my queen.” The door slid closed behind her. He opened his arms, and she launched herself into them. He kissed her upturned face, gently, and then deeper. He pulled away. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Are you kidding me? I finally get the nerve to come back here and you’re going to stop me?”
“You’ve been drinking.” The strong alcohol remained on her lips.
“I have, but I’m completely sober.”
“You don’t taste sober.”
“Alcohol burns off in my system super-fast. Right now, I’m experiencing a bit of a sugar high, but even that will pass in a few more minutes. I promise, Dez, I know what I’m doing.”
She was destroying him in the best possible way. “And you want this? You want to be with me?”
“Desperately. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since?—”
He couldn’t make her beg. “I need you so much, my queen.”
Cyra leaned into him and kissed him again. Hunger clawed at him. He let her claim his lips and his tongue. They were hers. His hands moved over her body, caressing and mapping the lines and curves that made her uniquely Cyra. He ran his fingers gently through her dark locks that were soft as silk, like water flowing through his hands. Her shifting caresses covered his body.
“Too many clothes.” He had to touch her skin. It had been too many days. He released her while still giving her his mouth. He pulled the bottom of his shirt up to his chest. Cyra followed his actions and tore the shirt out of his hands and over his head.
Finally, his mate’s hands were on his skin. He came alive under her restless touch with electric awareness of every millimeter of her path. She stroked his chest following the lines of his natural tattoos that were a testament of his belonging to her. She didn’t understand exactly how critical to his health she was. He would explain it to her when the time was right. Later.
She was stroked the sides of abdomen, squeezing his sides and embracing his body so tightly as if she was trying to find a way inside him. He’d gladly take her in. She moved her hands lower to his hips. Her fingers found the indents of the muscles and traced the v-shape down toward the waistband of his pants. She released him and grabbed his pants ripping them apart. He didn’t care, he could fix them tomorrow. He struggled to toe his shoes off his feet as he pulled his pants down his legs. The conflicting action sent him careening to the floor in a heap. She freed her tangled limbs a moment before she followed.
Barely upright her hands went to her gaping mouth. “Oh my god! Dez, are you okay?”
Dez met her worried gaze and laughed. He was sure he was a sight. His naked ass pointed in the air, his pants around his knees and one of his shoes half on. Cyra’s tentative giggles blossomed into full-blown laughter. She lowered herself to the floor and clung to him.
“In a hurry, my queen?”
She sucked in a steadying breath. “I’m so sorry.”
“Let me finish getting undressed and I will join you on the bed.”
“Good idea.” She stood, letting the rest of her clothes fall to the floor with his.
Dez pulled off the remaining shoe. He attempted to rise as gracefully as possible after sliding his pants completely off.
Cyra sighed. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“I’m pleased that you find me so, my queen.” Dez clasped her hand and brought it to his lips.
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because you are the ruler of my world. You are my queen. I am your humble servant.”
“You aren’t my servant, Dez. If it was up to me, you wouldn’t be anyone’s servant.” The anger in her tone touched his heart.
“It is our way. We revere our mates. They provide life and we must, as their males, provide for them.” He sat next to her on his narrow bed. “There’s nothing I would not do for you, Cyra.”
“Would you make love to me, Dez?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Beginning with her beautiful blue feet, he kissed his way up her leg to her hip. He stopped, knowing what she wanted but increasing her anticipation by making her wait. He returned to the beginning with her other foot. He savored the taste of her, the feel of her skin. She was cool to his touch and slightly salty. He craved more. He would never get enough.
Cyra spread her legs farther apart. Her core opened to him, so dark and inviting. Not yet. First, he would build her arousal until she was as hungry for him as he was for her. He ached to be inside her. But he could wait to give his mate something he suspected she’d never had before. He would give her undivided attention and unselfish pleasure.
If what he understood about her relationship with Captain Auvi was true, her needs had never been first. It had only been about what Auvi required to launch his ship. And whatever Varik had done, the selfish bastard set a low bar, one that Dez was about to raise to astronomical heights. No one would ever please his mate like him. She wouldn’t want anyone else to try.
He took her hand and sucked the tip of each digit. He licked between her fingers and cherished her muscular arm all the way to her neck. He nibbled her there for a moment when she giggled. He noted the ticklish spot.
“Please, Dez,” she begged.
“Yes, my queen. I will give you everything you need. Everything I have is yours. Let me love you.” He repeated his attentions to her other hand and arm while caressing her breast with his other hand. The peak stiffened under his fingers. He nibbled at her neck. She was delicious. He could spend a lifetime just tasting her skin. She smelled like water, like the rain that fell on his home planet. He wanted her scent all over his body, and he shifted until every possible bit of his skin was against hers. She moaned and her moisture poured from her core coating his cock, making him wet before he’d even entered her.
He shifted back and down, kissing down her chest between her firm breasts. Her nipples were a deep blue, almost purple. He licked each of her berries, and then suckled one firm tip deep into his mouth, teasing the other with gentle pinches and tugs. “You taste like heaven.”
He moved to her other breast. He imagined their future children that would suckle here. She would be a magnificent mother. He moaned with the thought.
“Oh fuck, Dez. You’re making me gush.” He noted that she liked the vibration of his moan against her tit. Unable to resist, he reached down and dragged his fingers through the lips of her saturated pussy. Noting every twitch, shift, gasp on his heart as he built a record of his mate—her likes, her loves—he would study her until he mastered her pleasure.
Unable to resist, he released her sweet beaded nipple long enough to suck her cream from his fingers. His cock released its own lubrication at the taste. Not enough. He kissed down her belly, moving faster as he got closer to his treasure.
He nudged her legs farther apart with his shoulders and buried his face deep.
“Dez,” she cried.
He thrust his tongue deep inside her and tasted from the source. Her rain became ocean, salty and tangy. More. There could never be enough to satisfy his craving for her. He added his fingers, beckoning her to come. Lips wrapped around her clit, he teased it with the tip of tongue.
Cyra screamed and arched up off the bed as her core clamped down on his fingers. She exploded. He’d done that. His chest swelled, and he lapped up as much as he could, not wanting to waste a drop of her precious liquid. Finally, she went lax.
“I want you inside me, Dez. I love you tongue, your touch, but I want you. All of you.” Her blue eyes burned with need, setting his body on fire.
He slid his wet hand up and down his cock a few times, picking up his own pre-cum to add to the slickness. He tilted his hips forward and put his head at the opening of her—the place he’d dreamed of every time he slept. Tenderly, he rubbed her up and down a couple of times and pressed into her clit. Tentatively, he pressed the tip into her folds. The wet heat invited him in and left him panting to dive inside. But not before she was ready. In and out, slowly, a tiny bit deeper with each pass. The control it required not to plunge into her made his legs shake and his brain fog.
She was begging incoherently. No words were forming, but her tone told him she wanted him as desperately as he did her. He had to give his mate what she required. On the next pass, he didn’t pause, but slowly pushed forward. She expanded to take him in, centimeter by centimeter by centimeter.
She wrapped her legs high around his hips, dragging him deeper. He resisted her pull, continuing his slow, controlled entrance. He would always give her what she needed above what she wanted. Their first time would be slow, an exploration of how they worked together, where the pleasure hid. No way would he risk hurting her with an uncontrolled release of passion. Not this time. If she demanded wild abandon, he would give it to her, but not yet. There was no hurry. His life existed to please her. Finally, seated fully inside her, he held still until she opened her eyes and met his.
His heart clenched, tears pricked his eyes. Her beauty overwhelmed him.
Never breaking eye contact, he rolled his hips, coming out of her a small amount, then back in. Slowly, the momentum built. His thrusts came faster with each pass, her legs still locked around him. Their gazes never faltered.
The pleasure was too much. He shuddered as her eyes fluttered closed. He pressed his fingers to her clit, and she clenched around him like a vice, milking his hot release from his throbbing cock. Would his seed prove fertile? She would probably shoot him out an airlock if she knew what he was hoping. He kissed her, prepared to overcome that resistance too should the fates grant him such an opportunity.
“Dez.” She blinked up at him. “I don’t think I can feel my lips.”
He laughed. “Which ones.”
“Neither. My body went to space again. How do you do that? You send me into the stars.”
“You are always among the stars, my queen. You are the sun and I am the planet held in your thrall.”
She kissed him. A sweet smile plastered on her face when she closed her eyes. Dez left her body regretfully. If he could find a way to live between her legs, he would do it. He settled for wrapping his warm body around her cooler one and held her tight to him as she slept.
Dez woke to empty arms.
She’d left.
That didn’t bode well. Their night of spectacular love making should have changed things. Should have made her finally admit that she was his mate. Her absence had him suspecting he’d been unsuccessful at changing her mind.
There was no time to wallow in his misery. He had a crew to feed, dogs to train, and a mate to seduce. He would continue on the path that had led her to his bed. She might have been able to leave, but he was going to do his damnedest to make sure she ended up spending every night they had together with him. He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t. He believed in true fated mates.