16. XYROX
XYROX
W atching her naked body through the mist of the cleansing solution, knowing I couldn’t reach her until the timer went off, was pure torture.
Without conscious thought, I moved silently, closer and closer, my eyes never leaving Peace as she slowly turned in the tube.
When her arms raised her hair off her back, her full breasts followed suit, and I couldn’t stop the appreciative groan that escaped my lips.
My mouth watered for a taste of those hard pink buds, and I took myself in hand, stroking slowly as I watched.
Before I knew it, I was just on the other side of the clear door, a hairsbreadth away from her lips, waiting for the timer to sound and the barrier between us to disappear.
Her eyes were still closed, and I wondered whether she could sense me on the other side of the clear plastic.
I locked down my thoughts to try to avoid her hearing me, I wanted to see the surprise on her face when I took that smart, pouty mouth of hers.
Buzz! I tightened my grip on my mating lingam and froze, watching the barrier slide back down into the floor.
Then those glorious violet eyes popped open and locked onto mine.
Her lips parted, but before she could say a word, my mouth was on hers, devouring her.
My fatigue and worry were completely forgotten as my hands searched her supple flesh.
I needed to feel every inch of her with every part of me.
The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, a magnetism that pulled us closer, tighter as I scooped her up, my hands closing around the perfectly round globes of her ass.
Her breath hitched in her throat, a small sound that echoed in the stillness of the room.
Never breaking the kiss, I whipped around and took the two steps toward the bed.
The mattress groaned softly under our combined weight as I lowered her onto it, my body following hers down. I watched my own fingers as they traced lines of fire along her skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.
“Xyrox,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The sound of my name on her lips was a benediction, a plea, an invitation. One I was happy to answer “yes” to.
“Yes, xiara.” I leaned in, my breath hot on her neck as I inhaled her scent—a mixture of cleanliness and the faintest hint of something uniquely her. My lips brushed against the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder, a soft gasp escaping from deep within her.
“Mmm … you called me that earlier.” Her breath hitched as I let my teeth nip her delicate earlobe.
“Because you’re my love. Always and forever, my love.”
Her eyes blinked rapidly, and I thought I saw a sheen of tears glisten, although she wouldn’t let them fall.
“Peace,” I murmured, my voice a low growl that felt as though it vibrated in her body through our bond. “Haven’t you figured this out yet? You’re mine, and I’m yours. We have the magical bond marks to prove it, though I don’t think I needed them.”
The assertion, raw and possessive, sent a shiver through her.
She melted into my touch, her body flowing into mine like we were one.
Our mating marks pulsed hot between us. My lips returned to hers as my hands explored her curves, lingering on the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the softness of her breasts.
Soon, she was arching into me, her fingers tangling in my dreads, pulling me closer. I obliged her—my mouth devoured hers, my tongue tasting every crevice I could reach. The kiss was more than just a kiss—tongues clashing, breaths mingling, teeth grazing. It was it was an explosion of sensation.
When my lips left hers, tracing a path down her throat, I lingered on the pulse point that beat frantically there for me.
The feeling overwhelmed me, and I flicked out my tongue, taking in the scent of her skin, her arousal.
I moaned deep in my throat before continuing my descent, kissing and nipping at her collarbone, the valley between her breasts where her mark shone bright, and gave off heat like a shooting star, threatening to burn us both up.
My tongue flicked over a hard, pebbled nipple, drawing a gasp from deep within her.
I lavished attention on her breasts, my mouth and hands working in sync, remembering exactly what drove her wild.
When I bit down to add just a touch of pain to the pleasure, she cried out and her short nails dug under the scale plates on my shoulders.
I shuddered at the sensation and my lips curled up around my teeth.
I hoped she marked me permanently. I would wear her battle scars with pride.
As my lips continued to feast on her, her hands roamed over my body, exploring the hard planes of my chest, the ridges of my abdomen, the bulging muscles of my arms. Her nails traced the designs of the dark tattoos that told of my life and things of importance to me that, someday, I would share with her.
For now, however, each touch, each scrape of a nail, stoked the fire within me, building it higher and hotter. My lingams raised and hardened to almost painful proportions, but I would not find my own release until my xiara was satisfied.
My hands moved lower, skimming over her stomach, slipping between her thighs.
My fingers found her slick and ready, her body highlighting her need for me.
I stroked her gently at first, teasingly, my fingers dipping into her heat before withdrawing to circle her little nub that made her cry my name.
She bucked against my hand, seeking more of the exquisite friction.
I complied, my fingers moving faster, harder, driving her towards the edge.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling under me until I slowed my movements and began circling around the little bud that had her whimpering my name.
Xyrox, please! Her voice was suddenly loud and desperate in my head. I smiled and continued my ministrations.
“Please what, Agent?” I taunted. My mouth found hers again, swallowing the very bad names I was sure she was about to call me.
You are a very bad man , she hissed in my mind.
Oh, I think I’m very, very good , I countered as I climbed down her body and lowered my mouth to taste the sweet slickness at the apex of her thighs. Her back arched off the mattress and tangled in my long, black braids. I hummed approvingly as her thighs clamped reflexively around my head.
What were you saying, Agent? I asked as I flattened my tongue and licked a trail up her center feasting on the delicious bounty she’d made for me.
“Shut up, and don’t stop,” she gasped.
Your wish is my command, xiara. I let her know as I speared her channel with my extra-long, forked tongue.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her keening spurring me on as my tongue curled and stroked her pulsing channel. When I let my fang scrape her needy, swollen bud, she screamed my name and thrashed for several long moments before finally going limp under me.
I licked my lips and wiped my chin as I crawled back up her body, satisfied at the way she all her muscles quivered all at once and her chest heaved. She was breathtaking.
“Look at me, Peace,” I commanded, my voice ragged with need.
Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. The intensity of her gaze was overwhelming, a physical force that held me captive. I saw my own desire reflected in her eyes, a mirror of my own need.
I flashed her a devilish smile before I flipped her onto her belly and thrust an arm under her hips, lifting her perfect ass into the air. She gasped and looked over her shoulder, her breath still coming in quick pants.
“Hold on, xiara,” I growled. “I can’t be easy anymore.”
“Don’t. Take me, my mate.” The words had a completely feral sound escaping me as I, thrust into her without preamble.
filling her completely with my mating lingam, now harder than I’d ever felt it.
She shared her thoughts of me filling her and it was overwhelming—pleasure and pain intertwined.
The sensation left me gasping for breath.
I held still for a moment as she dropped her forehead to the mattress, leaving her glorious ass high in the air.
She ground her hips back into me. “Mmm, take me hard, my mate.” Her voice was a husky rasp I’d never heard from her, but she didn’t have to tell me twice.
I began to move, my hips pistoning fast and hard in a rhythm as old as time. I locked my arms around her and pulled her up to my chest, thrusting into her while she held onto my neck—holding on for the ride.
I went full force, pounding into her body until the sounds of the slap of flesh against flesh, the harsh rasp of our breaths, and noises of our bodies coming together blending into one beautiful song.
The scent of our arousal hung heavy in the air, a primal perfume that I wished I could bottle and carry with me.
My pace increased, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. Sweat beaded on my brow, dripping down onto her as I drove into her. Still, Peace clung to me, her nails digging into me, her body trembling, and a keening wail sounding from somewhere deep in her chest.
A moment later her muscles locked, her channel clamping down on me as her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.
Her release caused me to follow her over the edge, my body stiffening as I climaxed, my mating lingam pulsing within her as I roared my release.
Blasted suns, I’m surprised we didn’t collapse the whole goddess damned mountain!
Resting my chin on her shoulder, our breaths entwined as they came in ragged gasps.
Once I was sure my heart wasn’t going to explode, I lowered us carefully to our sides.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, but I held onto Peace like someone might try to drag her out of my arms. Finally, I allowed her to roll over to face me and I kissed her lips softly.
We snuggled into each other, arms and legs intertwining. I’d keep us that way forever if I had my way. It was a perfect moment, only us—Peace and me, together in solitude. Nothing after us, no need for words or watchful vigilance.
Our tranquility lasted for all of five heartbeats. Then all hell broke loose.