Chapter 9
Miran
Nova’s action took him by surprise. It shouldn't have, she was the one who initiated the kiss on the shuttle, but he’d been so focused on caring for her that sex hadn't entered his mind. Especially so soon after being hurt by the sand and having an injured ankle.
He shouldn’t be doing this. She was vulnerable and believed something horrible about him and his team. She could be kissing him in an attempt to manipulate him.
Except he couldn’t believe it because this kiss was as all-consuming as the one yesterday. Nothing this amazing could be a tactic. She had to feel the connection and heat between them.
When he tried to shift his position, she lifted a hand out of the lazily swirling hot water and wrapped it around the back of his head, forcing him to be still. Heat flashed through his body at her possessiveness, making him moan.
She tried to turn her body, but accidentally slipped lower in the water, pulling her face away from his and ending the kiss with a splash. She made a little annoyed sound and let go of his head to sit back up in the tub.
“This isn’t going to work.”
Her sudden displeasure at the kiss gave Miran emotional whiplash. It was her right to refuse a warrior at any time, but her sudden rejection still hurt.
Without a word, he stood up and took a step away, dejection making him want to rush out of the room. He kept his eyes on the base of the tub because he didn’t want to see any hint of displeasure on her face.
“Are you finished with your bath, or would you like to soak in the hot water longer?”
“Either help me out of the tub or get in here with me,” she said, her voice light. When he looked up, she was smiling at him.
She didn’t want to kiss him, but she wanted him in the tub? That didn’t make any sense. “What do you want from me?”
She gave him a puzzled look, then her eyes widened and she spoke rapidly. “Wait, do you have sex? Do you not want me?” She struggled to stand on one leg in the tub so she could sit on the edge. “Oh shit, did I molest you? I’m so sorry!
“I want you!” he assured her, rushing to her side to help her sit, then swing her legs over the end of the tub. “But you said this wasn’t going to work.”
“Because I’m in the tub and you're not!” she exclaimed with a laugh, gripping one of his hands in both of hers. “I didn’t mean I wanted to stop. You taste good, and I want to know what sex feels like.”
Relief that she wanted him was quickly chased away with the startling understanding that she was a virgin.
“You…you haven’t…uh…” He felt his skin go hot and cold. Partly because he felt honored that she’d picked him, but the other part was terrified because he would be her first.
She laughed again. “It’s not a big deal. I was surrounded by non-breeding compatible species. I thought about having sex with a Lumpar, but he wasn’t with the circus long enough for me to decide if he was cute enough or not.”
“But I’m cute enough?” Miran asked.
“You’re beyond cute. You’re handsome and hot!” she said, voice dropping into a husky neediness. “Everyone else raves about how good it feels. I want to know too.”
“I’ll give you all the pleasure!" he promised, pulling his hand free of her grip so he could reach up to grab a towel off a shelf over the tub. He wrapped her in the fluffy towel, then picked her up and carried her out of the bath and to the bed.
The moment she was on the bed, she wiggled out of the towel and did something complicated with it around her head until all her wet hair was wrapped up in it.
It was a clever way to keep her hair out of the way while it dried.
He meant to ask her how she did it so he could do it for her in the future, but then he caught a whiff of her arousal.
All thoughts left his head, and he became a beast of instinct.
“You should probably take…oh, Miran!”
While she was saying something, he’d crawled onto the bed and urged her knees apart, allowing him a full view of where the scent was coming from.
Her gorgeous sex splayed out, glistening skin surrounded by tight curls. Giving in to his need, he moved his face close and licked his tongue over her soft, delicate flesh.
He was unprepared for how perfect she tasted.
Fully pressing his face against her, he opened his mouth and gently sucked, nibbled, and licked all over her sex. His shaft was hard and throbbing in his pants, but he ignored it. All that mattered was getting more of her in his mouth.
Nova’s soft moans and movements of her body told him that his instincts were correct. When he pressed his tongue deep into her feminine channel, she tightened her legs around his head. He did it again, licking and sucking at her.
She let go with her legs and moved her hips, shifting the location of his mouth. His tongue ran over her clit, and she arched her back, pressing hard against his face.
He focused on sucking and licking that little nub of nerves. Moving one hand up, he worked two fingers deep inside her, stroking her from the inside as he used his mouth on the outside.
Nova made all kinds of needy sounds. He loved hearing her gasping and crying, but his favorite was when she spoke, often using a senseless combination of words.
“Miran, I…yes…oh…please…yes!”
“Melee was right. She said…said…I can’t think.”
“So good…please more…oh god…”
“There, no…wait…ohhhh…so good!”
She kept mumbling words of encouragement and articulating sounds of pleasure.
Her hands moved restlessly, grabbing handfuls of bedding, tugging, releasing, then repeating the pattern again. When her hands grabbed the back of his head and her back arched, he could tell she was close.
She stopped talking and started panting. Moments later, her body shuddered, and she cried out.
The only problem with this position was that he couldn’t see her face as she came. Thankfully, human women could come several times in a row. Next time, he’d make sure he could watch her face.
He kept going until she whimpered and tried to push his head away. With a last lick, he withdrew his face and hand from her sex.
Sitting back, he ran his gaze over her body, relaxed and sprawled out on the bed in front of him.
“Good,” Nova said, patting his thigh with a clumsy hand. “Very thanks.”
He chuckled at her loss of language skills, feeling proud that he’d caused that.
“That’s one,” he murmured, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off over his head.
“One?” she croaked, her half-open eyes working hard to focus on him.
“Yes, one,” he said, tossing his shirt aside. “I want at least two more.”
***
Nova
She might’ve laughed at his outrageous words, but she was caught by his wicked grin that showed off a hint of fang.
He was so damn handsome it took her breath away.
She hadn’t let herself notice that earlier because he was the bad guy, but now she couldn’t deny it.
Except for the fact that he’d purchased her and wouldn’t let her get away, she liked everything about him.
The way he looked, smelled, felt, and cared for her was enticing beyond belief.
If it was only him, she’d be happy to stay for as long as she was happy.
Unfortunately she couldn’t be sure there wasn’t some kind of nefarious plan going on behind the scenes.
There’d been offers to buy her in the past and she’d found out what her price was.
It was highly unlikely any one individual would ever be able to buy her. She was much too expensive.
Only a group or company would be able to buy her, not some lowly errand boy.
“I’m not sure about being able to do that again,” she murmured. Her body felt like a wrung-out rag!
“We’ll see,” he said. He dropped his hands on either side of her body and leaned down.
She thought he’d start rutting into her now. Except he was still wearing his pants!
“When given a delicacy, one doesn’t gobble it down, they savor it,” he murmured.
Then his lips were on her right breast, sucking her nipple into his hot, wet mouth. She couldn’t believe that her body was so ready to be wound up again after that soul-shattering orgasm.
Every tug of his mouth sent ripples of pleasure down her spine. When he shifted his weight so he could massage her other breast with his hand, her brain went haywire.
Too many sensations were trying to move through her system at the same time. She wanted to stop but also keep going. She’d never known anything like this before.
How could a body feel this way and not combust?
He switched which nipple he was sucking on a few times.
Each time was as if he was starting fresh, the sensation building instead of getting stale.
When she wasn’t sure she could take much more, he abandoned her breasts altogether and went for her neck.
He sank his fangs into her flesh, not enough to pierce skin, but the sensation exploded through her body.
“Miran,” she moaned. “Please.”
She wasn’t sure what she was begging for. More touch? Less touch?
Miran moved his mouth to a different spot and nipped her skin again. He did it several more times before she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body felt taut with need, and it made her suddenly cranky.
She grabbed hold of his head and forced him up so she could look him in the face. “More!”
Getting up on his knees, he pulled her hands away from his face and pressed them into the bed over her head.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to give you everything.” His voice was deeper than normal, and his expression intense.
She tugged at her hands, and he let go. “I want it right now,” she demanded.
When he moved backwards to slip off the bed, she wanted to whine, only to realize what he was doing. Sitting up, she watched him pull off his pants, revealing the rest of his body for her eyes to feast on.
He was beautiful! His body was covered in muscles, reminding her of one of the circus workers who threw the acrobats high into the air.
Her eyes settled on his cock, thick, long, and standing up proud. Her mouth watered. The urge to lick and taste him was strong. She wanted to suck on him like he was candy. She was going to scoot to the end of the bed to draw him into her mouth, but he was quick to kneel back down on the bed.
Grabbing her good ankle he pulled her forward, sending her falling back onto the bed.
Letting go of her, he moved between her splayed legs and gripped her hips and tilted her pelvis. He settled his gaze on her sex, looking hungry.
“I can’t wait to feast on you again,” he said.
His words made heat shoot through her. She wanted to say something equally sexy, but her brain went blank when he grabbed his cock and rubbed the head of it against the opening of her feminine channel.
His teasing made her aggressive. She lifted both legs, snaked them around his waist, and pulled him hard toward her. They both cried out when he impaled her.
His thick shaft filled her, pressing against deep, pleasurable places his fingers had barely brushed against.
“Nova?”
She closed her eyes, but she blinked them open to see his worried expression. “Good,” she breathed. “So good.”
Relief chased away the worry, and he moved a little, making her moan. She whimpered when he pulled his cock back, but then let out a sharp exclamation of pleasure when he pushed back in.
At first he moved slowly, but his pace increased quickly, making them both pant. The second climax she was sure couldn’t possibly happen hit her like a punch to the gut. It was so intense it almost hurt.
If she had the breath to do it, she might’ve screamed.
He growled. “Yes, come for me, Nova. By the moons, you’re squeezing me. Holding me so tight.”
His words made her open her eyes to watch him. Throwing his head back, he roared, his pace stuttering as he came. He looked so beautifully fierce she wished she could capture an image of the moment.
When his lids lifted, his lavender gaze met hers. He looked overwhelmed and even worshipful.
“You’re perfect,” he croaked. “My mate. My Nova.”
She wanted to say something quippy, but her brain still wasn’t fully functional. If anything, she felt as overwhelmed as he looked.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers and pressed himself into her, then out a few more times, chasing the last of his climax and sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her.
Finally, she was too sensitive and made a small whimpering sound that had him immediately moving off her.
“Are you well?” he asked, stroking her face with his fingers.
“All good,” she whispered, trying to grin, then let her eyes fall closed. “I should get cleaned up,” she mumbled, but didn’t move.
“Stay. Let me take care of you,” he said.
While she lay there, trying hard not to fall asleep, Miran got out of the bed and moved around the room.
She tried to lift her head to see what he was doing, but unfortunately, her muscles had turned to jelly.
His actions became clear when he knelt on the bed near her legs.
He drew her injured ankle into his lap and wrapped the second medicated wrap around it.
She hadn’t noticed it had started throbbing until he pulled her attention to it. By the time he finished wrapping it up, it had really begun to hurt. Finally he was done, and the wrap activated, easing the pain.
After that, he disappeared into the bathing room and came back with a warm, wet cloth to wipe her down, paying close attention to her sex.
Her body wanted to respond to his touch, but she was wrung out.
There was nothing left. He was probably tired as well because he didn’t try anything with the cleansing, only made sure she was clean and comfortable before tossing the cloth into a corner.
With that done, he tugged the sheets off the floor and put them back onto the bed. She hadn’t even realized they’d kicked them off.
Stretching out next to her, he arranged the sheets over them. The moment he stopped moving, she flopped to her side and snuggled close. He felt warm and comfortable. She loved the way their scents combined.
“Are you comfortable?” he whispered after ordering the lights off.
“Very much,” she said, nuzzling her face against his chest. “I see why everyone likes sex so much.”
“We can do that anytime you want,” he said.
She made a humming sound, already falling into the most peaceful sleep she’d had in a long time.