10. PEACE
PEACE
H ot water running down my body felt like heaven, and I could feel all of my muscles start to relax from the last few days of constant stress and physical exertion. As I lathered my hair with the sweet-smelling soap, I contemplated what to do with my prisoner.
Could I even call him that anymore? I’d put up a good front, but the longer we were around each other, the more I had trouble believing he was the criminal he was supposed to be. My gut told me he was an honorable male. And my gut never steered me wrong.
He was also right; we had a common enemy. What did those Pleiadian fekkers want with me? And was that where I was from? Why wouldn’t Zame have known that by my appearance? Did she know more than she’d told me? My head started to ache. It was all so much to figure out.
And then there was the glowing spirals on our chests.
What the blasted suns was that about? His had just appeared out of no where?
Mate bonds? It couldn’t be true but … What if it was?
I shook my head at my own foolishness. Couldn’t be.
It was lust. Sure, that I could see. But fated mates? That wasn’t a real thing … was it?
I realized the water was growing cooler, much to my disappointment.
I finished rinsing off before toweling myself dry and slipping on a hot pink shirt with the word “Candies” on it, and a pair of soft matching pants with little hearts all over them.
Wrapping my wet braids up in another towel, I exited to find an empty hallway.
“Xyrox?” I called, my heart clenching for a moment fearing he’d escaped and left me alone.
“In here.” His voice came from the sleeping chamber down the hall.
Breathing a sigh of both relief and exasperation at my own foolishness, I headed in his direction. What I saw when I got in the doorway had me stuttering to a stop and staring. All the desert sands of Rykantos suddenly took up residence in my mouth.
Xyrox was lying on the bed, his glorious chest uncovered and mouthwatering.
He had the sheets pulled down to his waist, barely covering parts I was sure were even more magnificent.
My eyes slid down the trail of the deep V of his hips, showing the way to what I was sure was the promised land.
I got to stare just a moment before he noticed me.
“That’s a good color on you, Agent.”
The humor in his voice brought me back to my senses. Hot pink and hearts were not my style, but the outfit was comfortable and clean. I huffed. “Sure, Quorath. Save the compliments.”
“To be honest, I can’t imagine anything you wouldn’t look good in.
” One arm slid behind his head and his bright green eyes shone in the dim light of the small bedside lamp as they drilled into mine.
His lips twitched up in a mischievous smile.
“I readied the bed. Come. Get some sleep. I’ll keep you warm. ” He patted the blankets next to him.
I remembered sleeping on his solid chest earlier and gulped. He wasn’t playing fair. “What are you doing, uh, Quorath?”
“Call me Xyrox.” His voice rumbled through my core and my feet took an involuntary step closer.
“Why would I do that?” Contrary to my intent, my voice lacked its usual sarcasm. My feet continued to propel me toward the bed. Toward him. Something I couldn’t define pulled me toward those shining green orbs. I only stopped when my knees hit the foot of the bed.
My hand drifted up to rub the swirl on my chest. It was warm and humming between my breasts.
The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, but it was strange.
The mysterious tattoo had never done anything like that before.
As if in a trance, I climbed onto the bed and sat on my knees next to him.
My free hand reached out to touch the matching mark on his chest. It, too, was warm and buzzed at a low frequency under my searching fingertips.
His chest heaved as his breaths came faster soon syncing with my own.
“Peace, may I touch your tattoo as well?”
His husky voice accelerated the vibration in my chest, the sensation traveling from my hand, through my body, and all the way to low in my belly. I bit back the moan that wanted to escape in response and simply swallowed hard and nodded.
Ever so slowly, his hand snaked up under my top, across the flat of my belly, and settled between my breasts. Both our breaths caught at the contact, and it felt as though I could hear our hearts beating in time in my ears.
The air grew heavy and swollen around us as we absorbed each other, trying to understand this bond that had chosen us.
Finally, he spoke. “Your eyes are glowing like amethyst stars.”
I blinked, unsure what to say. I licked my lips that were suddenly dry. And then he licked his. With that tongue.
Oh, cursed suns!
My lips crashed into his without further preamble and the next thing I knew, he had flipped me to lie under him with my back on the mattress all while plundering my mouth with his tongue.
“That’s a good trick,” I panted as I gripped his perfectly round ass in both my hands, squeezing tight. By the Sun Goddess, he was all muscle!
He flipped us again. I found myself sitting astride his hips, yanking off my pink top, my breasts spilling out of the stretchy fabric.
I grinned as his eyes locked on my breasts. “Like what you see?”
“Very, very much,” he growled, leaning up and wrapping that long tongue around one of my nipples.
“Oh goddess save me!” I threw my head back until my braids landed on his naked thighs and a muscled arm came around my waist to keep me from toppling completely backwards.
He nuzzled the tattoo between my breasts, and a torrent of liquid heat rushed straight to my clit. My pussy throbbed with a need so desperate, I thought a single breath of air might send me skyrocketing into space.
Xyrox seemed to feel this urgent, violent need as well. “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. I need these pants off you.” And in the blink of an eye, I was on my back again.
I laughed up at him as he stripped my soft, heart covered pants off my legs. “You’re such a sweet talker.”
“Yeah, well, next time, hunter. Right now, I need to taste all of you.”
And with the speed of a Rykantosian death hawk, Xyrox was kneeling between my trembling thighs. My squeal of surprised ecstasy turned into a shuddering moan as his pronged tongue stimulated my sensitive clit from both sides at once.
“That’s an even better trick,” I gasped as my thighs clamped around his head reflexively. He just hummed approvingly, sending sensual vibrations through my soaked folds. My back arched off the mattress as I tangled my fingers in his long, black dreds.
Xyrox licked a lewd trail up to my dripping center, tracing every ridge and groove of that preternatural tongue along my entrance before plunging deep inside. Sparks skittered across my sweat-slicked skin as every muscle seized and shuddered, my climax building rapidly to a crescendo.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted brokenly, my keening arousal spiraling out of control as his tongue curled and stroked my convulsing channel and needy clit in a relentless tempo.
My high-pitched wail must have sounded feral when he reached above his head to pinch my aching nipples, unleashing a supernova inside my core.
Every nerve ending fired and flared as the tremors obliterated all coherent thought, leaving behind only the blissed-out afterglow basking in sweet obscurity.
As I lay there like a limp Torlugian squid, I barely heard the male who had made me that way say, “My mating lingam must feel your hot, wet channel now.” He stripped off his pants, levered my legs over his broad shoulders, and thrust into me to the hilt.
“Ohhhhh, goddess save me!” I cried in surprise and (yes, I admit it) joy as he filled me completely. His mating lingam was huge and hard and covered in ridges that were definitely there for my pleasure.
With a feral grin, he pulled out then pushed back inside me, more slowly and deliberately this time.
I moaned as my eyes rolled back into my head.
I’d never been so completely filled. Every thrust, I could feel every inch of my channel being pleasured, including places I hadn’t even known were there.
And by all the blazing suns, what was hitting my clit? A small rotation of his hips had some hard protrusion rubbing my swollen bundle of nerves in time with his pounding of my ecstatic pussy. The second lingam. Had to be. Oh, goddess, yes!
My back bowed in pleasure, my head turning side to side, causing my loose braids to fly around me. “Stars above! What is that? It’s like you have a tongue growing out of your pelvis!”
Xyrox chuckled breathlessly, making the glorious pressure inside me shift and intensify. “I assure you, it’s all very much a part of me.”
“By the blazing suns,” I gasped, my voice ragged with pleasure. Surely feeling this good couldn’t be legal. It felt like blasphemy. A divine crime against the goddess herself. He should be hunted for this alone.
“As long as you’re hunting me personally,” he rumbled, picking up my thoughts.
This time, I couldn’t be bothered to mind.
And as I climbed higher, another feeling assaulted me.
It was like I was feeling an intense squeeze and pleasure like I’d never felt before.
Like someone was sucking on my clit, but bigger, stronger.
Oh, by the suns, was I feeling Xyrox’s pleasure alongside mine? Could this bond do that?
The feelings were so intense, I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming. I pried open my eyes to find Xyrox staring at me, his expression full of wonder. Did he feel it as well? His thrusts slowed and a deep moan escaped me, alongside a shuddering breath.
I can feel you, too, Peace. It’s like … His voice in my mind trailed off, not having the words, and was replaced by sensations I completely understood.
Leaning up, I caught his lips with mine as I answered him in the same way. I feel the same. It’s amazing.
The pace of his thrusts increased, as though my words were inciting him. I clamped down hard around him instinctively, desperate to make him feel as out of control as I did.
My breasts bounced in time with the harsh slap of flesh against flesh.
Sweat slicked our bodies as our mingled scents of arousal and exertion filled the air.
It was the most erotic, overwhelming experience of my life so far, and we had barely even started.
I couldn’t imagine what it would be like if we continued our coupling for hours.
But that was obviously not going to happen this first time.
“I’m so close,” I panted, my nails raking lines down his back. “Don’t you dare stop! I swear by the Triple Suns, Xyrox, if you ... Ahh! If you stop right now ... Mmm! I’ll hunt you down and emasculate you ... Oh ... That lingam that you dared to give me a taste of!”
“I couldn’t stop now if Kanomen herself showed up and ordered me to,” Xyrox rejoined, his green eyes blazing with exertion and irrepressible male ego.
Mine blazed right back at him. Arrogant bastard.
I’d show him arrogant. I tightened my thighs around his pistoning hips and bore down on his lingam like a Kronus sloth bear on its prey.
Soulful, otherworldly cries and growls erupted from both our mouths in a chorus that devolved into screams of completion as the mating landed like a meteor strike on Capita Major.
We exploded in tandem, harsh jerks wracking our entwined bodies as wave after wave of pure rapture crashed over us, drowning us in pleasure so intense it was an agonizingly exquisite pain.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision as I stared up at Xyrox’s sweat-slicked, pleasure-contorted face, mouth open over gleaming teeth, the cords of his neck taut with strain. He stared right back, intent, adoring, almost worshipful.
My chest burned with a pleasant heat, and I felt our heartbeats thundering together.
Time seemed to still as we silently studied each other.
Finally, I reached up and cupped his strong jaw, running a thumb over his wide lips.
They broke into a smile and that damn tongue shot out and surrounded my digit with slurp before darting back in.
I opened my mouth to say something snarky about that tongue that did crazy things to my insides, but Xyrox beat me to it and took my mouth in a scathing kiss that left me completely boneless and mindless again by the time he was through. I’d think of something snarky to say later.