Chapter 14 Hrad
HRAD
Ihave no idea how to do this. I understand the mechanics, but if I learned little about Honey women, I know less about human women. I should be excited, but my stomach is forming knots.
What if this is the wrong thing to do?
Alisha is waiting for my answer. She is pushing it back to me because of my hesitation when I should be showing myself to be a worthy mate.
I hunted for her tribe and taught them new skills.
I protected her.
And we traded stories.
She said we make a good team, and I believe the same. She is a good leader, and she cares about her people. I would willingly fly with her again. Perhaps I have proven myself in her eyes.
I wrap my fingers around her much smaller hand, needing to touch her. There are two options.
Two?
My brothers worked out that it’s not sex that causes the rut, it is your…my face burns as if I have sat in the sun too long. Your arousal fluid. I force the rest of the words out.
Now that she is holding my hands and looking at me with expectation, my meq has decided to be interested again. It presses against the tight human pants, as if hoping to break free. I want to say it’s my biology or her proximity, and perhaps it is, but I also like her as a person. As a leader.
And maybe for the moment that is enough, and the rest will work itself out.
I risk a glance up, not sure what I’ll see on her face. Perhaps she does not want to mate with an alien.
Her teeth are pressed into her lower lip. I’m not quite sure how to say this without it seeming…selfish, so I’m just going to say it…think it?
We should definitely be very honest at this point. What request does she have that might be selfish?
I don’t want a sexless relationship. If we’re mates, then we need to mate.
How is that selfish?
You are unsure about having a mate, so I thought you might not like sex?
Alisha, I will need you. That is why being separated from a mate is so dangerous for males.
Not me…my arousal fluid. She uses my words even though she wrinkles her nose.
True.
We do not ever need to be intimate to be mates, which is a strange thing to admit. And not something I want. Being cautious is not the same as not wanting. I like you, and being chosen by you is an honor.
If Alisha were Honey, men would fight for her attention and to show they were worthy mates. Instead, she has settled for me because we are stuck together.
Okay, so we’re going to do this properly.
How else is there?
I could send you into rut by sticking my hand into my pants and then into yours.
My mouth opens, but there is nothing to say. I want to refute her statement, but she is correct. That is all it would take.
Which, if you do not want to rush your first time with a woman, is an option. She continues as if she hasn’t shaken my entire thought process.
If I am potentially going to die on this rescue mission, I want to pleasure my mate at least once. Even though I don’t know what I’m doing.
Her lips twist into a grin. I only know what I’m doing with humans.
That is not reassuring. Not only that, but I do not want to be caught. All this discussion has dulled the edge and allowed my doubts to swarm closer. Do we need to mate if it is just for the rescue?
But she’s looking at me as if she’s waiting for me to do something. Does she want me to start? I should be thrilled at being chosen, no matter the reason. This is a chance I need to seize. I lean closer and brush my lips over hers, half expecting my markings to start glowing.
She releases one hand and threads her fingers through my hair.
Her lips press against mine more firmly, and her tongue flicks over my lower lip.
My lips part of their own accord, and then her tongue dips in, teasing until I join the dance.
The dance reignites the lust in my blood.
My meq hardens ready to be put to use. It has been months since I shared a blanket with anyone, and while I know how I like my pleasure bumps touched, now is not the time for lessons.
But I intend to watch how she touches herself, because she should not be responsible for her own pleasure more than once. That my tribe doesn’t bother to teach fourth sons while other tribes do, burns in my gut. My tribe assumes we will never live long enough to find a mate.
There is a part of me that wants to take the ship and show them how wrong they are. The rest of me doesn’t care what they think. Because we are removed from the tribe at such a young age, few will remember me, and even fewer will care about what happened to me. To them, I have been dead for years.
And I expected little more for myself.
Now I want to live. I will prove that this mating wasn’t a mistake to myself and to Alisha. While it’s not too late to change my mind, my body craves more now that I have tasted her.
Can I touch you?
“Please.” She lifts my hand and places it on the swell of her breast as if expecting me not to be sure where to start.
There is more softness than I was expecting. I want to unbutton her shirt, but the more clothing we remove, the more unprepared we will be if attacked.
“Can I…” Her hand skims over my chest. “I want to find out what’s in your pants.”
I smother a laugh. “I’ve been told a meq is similar to a human cock.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
What have the human women been saying? Have they been telling the truth or making up stories for their own amusement?
Her fingers swiftly undo the fly of my pants and caress the length of my meq through the fabric.
A groan slips past my lips and into her mouth.
When her hand slides into my pants, I gasp at the contact of her cool skin on my hot flesh.
Her fingers trace over the ridges that run from base to tip. “Human men definitely don’t have them.”
At this point, I don’t care what human men lack. I want to find out what she has. My brothers talked about how human women are different, how they only have one pleasure bump and it’s on the outside.
So while my tribe prepared me for nothing but survival and death, from listening to my brothers I have gleaned some information. But not enough to learn what human women like. Even with other warriors, some men prefer different things, and perhaps that is true with human women.
My hand caresses over her ribs and hip as I gather the courage to undo her pants. As soon as I slide my fingers into her channel, I will start the mating bond and will go into rut.
This is rushed. We haven’t talked about what our mating will look like when we return to the colony, only that we both want it to be real. I’m not sure how it could be anything else but real. And none of that matters if we don’t survive.
While Alisha has a chance without me, I have none without her. I am one of her people, and she is saving me. It takes me a couple of tries to undo the buttons on her pants. Beneath them, she was wearing undergarments.
She pulls my meq free of my pants and wraps her fingers around it, sending a shudder of pleasure through me. She glances down to watch…or is she studying? Is she wondering what she’s gotten herself into?
“If you’re going to change your mind, now is the time.” Before I tug her pants and underwear over her hips and commit myself to my mate.
“I’m not changing my mind. Are you?”
I’m mesmerized by the way her hand moves, teasing each of my pleasure bumps with each stroke. “No.”
It has never felt like this with another warrior. Perhaps because it was something done out of the need for release, or because there was nothing to explore. Would it be different if I had formed an attachment with another warrior, and there was a level of affection?
How different are my feelings for Alisha than they were for another warrior?
There is trust and care, but they are normal for people working together. Attraction had started to grow, and it might have continued to grow into something more if we were not pushing ahead and trying to survive.
I draw in a breath and ease her clothes over her hips. Dark curls conceal the entrance to her channel. I run the back of my hand up her thigh and let my fingers sweep over the curls.
Her breath ghosts over my cheek, and her constant attention to my pleasure bumps is causing pre-cum to leak from the tip. If she keeps going, I will not last long enough for her to have any chance of experiencing pleasure.
“Where is your pleasure bump?”
“No lessons today.” She guides my hand between her thighs. “Next time I will show you, and you can use your tongue…you do that right?”
“Um…yes.” Hers would not be the first pleasure bump I have teased with my tongue, only the first belonging to a woman. I need to beg my brothers for more information, as once again I curse my tribe.
I press my fingers against her, not sure what to expect. While I have seen animals mating, she is not from this planet, and there are differences between Honey and animals, even those that do not lay eggs.
She spread her knees, and my fingers slide between slick, soft folds. Slick. Her arousal is already on my fingers. Soaking into my skin and changing who I am.
I hold my breath, expecting to sense the change or something.
“Are you okay?” She whispers.
“Yes.” I don’t feel any different from how I did a few heartbeats ago, which is almost disappointing.
“I kind of lied about the lessons. I want you to fuck me with two fingers.”
I frown and take a moment to figure out what she means, and where she means. Then I slide two fingers into her core.
She makes a little noise, and I pause.
“Keep going. That was a good noise.”
I move slowly, my fingers learning the feel of her mating channel, and the different textures. She keeps her hand close, one finger moving ever so slightly.
Her lips are parted, and she’s watching. Am I doing it wrong?
I turn my hand, wanting to go deeper.
“Second lesson, just keep doing what you’re doing without changing anything.”
“Why?”
“Because I only have one pleasure bump, and it doesn’t like change.”
I nod and adjust my hand to how it was.
She tips her head back. “Okay. Technically we are now mates, but I want to finish, and I’m pretty sure you do as well.
” She runs her fingers over my pleasure bumps in a way that makes my meq throb.
“And since neither of us are taking our clothes off to finish, I recommend…” she pauses for a moment as if rethinking what she was saying.
“I’m going to turn around, and be on my hands and knees so you can… er…mount me?”
I smile. “I am familiar with the position.” That was taught to us, as they assumed we would only ever find pleasure with the other banished warriors. Though even then, it was rarely used.
I’m barely finished talking, and she has already turned around, offering herself to me. The cleft of her ass cheeks draws my attention to the dark pink folds that were hidden by her dark curls. My meq juts toward her as if knowing exactly what to do.
I slide my fingers over the soft folds and dip into her core once again. That’s all I need to do. Yet there is so much more that I am missing, and that I want to learn.
“As much as I appreciate the foreplay…”
“There isn’t time,” I finish for her. I also want to spend more time exploring her body.
What if we never have time, and this is it?
I guess if this is it, then it is still better than nothing?
But I’m not sure I believe that. If this is the first and last time, it should be something special, not a rushed fuck like two banished warriors expecting to be caught at any moment.
However, that is exactly what we are. And if there is time later for more, we will explore, which means this doesn’t matter either.
There is a need thrumming in my blood that will be painful to resist. I need to claim her as my mate. Perhaps it is the first sign that we are already bound.
I slide my fingers out, needing to taste her slickness.
If I were not already bound to her, the first taste will form the mating bond.
I lick the tips of my fingers, not sure what to expect, and find it pleasant.
Neither sweet nor sour. I want to dip my tongue into her and taste her more thoroughly the way she promised.
Instead, I stick to what we agreed on. I move closer and the head of my meq presses against her opening, then I rock my hips and sink into her tight, slick heat.
I watch as she stretches around my meq. When I am halfway in, she makes those little noises again, and I realize that her fingers are on her pressure bump.
She told me to keep doing the same thing.
So I obey. I don’t go any deeper or faster. I don’t even change the angle of my hips. But I want to sink fully into her. And every time her mating channel flutters around my shaft, my balls tighten. I need to spill.
I distract myself by paying attention with every sense to our surrounds, even though I have been sweeping the area. We are alone, and there is no one near us.
Her hips move faster.
Do I increase to match her speed?
I place my hands on her hips, not sure if I want to slow her movements or if I want to speed up and go deeper. I want both at the same time, even though it’s not possible.
Her back arches, and her channel clamps down on my meq as she gives a low moan. I do not know much about humans, but I am fairly certain that she has experienced pleasure.
I risk moving a little quicker, and a little deeper. And when she doesn’t tell me to stop. I keep going. It only takes me two more thrusts before I am spilling into my mate.