36. Athena
Athena
Isurrendered to the kiss the way I'd surrendered to nothing else in my life, forgetting all logic or reason. There was only the warm rush of water against my skin, the roar of the falls behind us, and Lorken's mouth moving over mine like I was his for the taking.
I'd expected, somewhere in the back of my mind, that a warlord's kiss would carry the same barbaric intensity that had sent him rushing into battle to defend me. But his lips were softer than any raider’s lips should be, and his grip on me was surprisingly tender.
My heart hammered against my ribs, and heat pooled low in my belly as he deepened the kiss, one broad hand splaying against my lower back to pull me flush against the hard planes of his body. The water lapped at my waist, and I felt weightless in his arms.
I tore my mouth from his, gasping, and gave him a grin I knew was more than a little wicked. Then I hopped up, wrapping my legs around his waist before he could react.
His eyes flared wide, and a low sound rumbled in his chest as one hand grabbed my ass beneath the water, the other tangling in my wet hair as he crushed his mouth to mine again.
My head swam, desire fogging every rational thought, and I was only vaguely aware of him walking us both toward the rock ledge tucked behind the curtain of falling water.
He set me down on the cool stone, but he kept kissing me like he couldn't bear to stop.
I raked my fingers through the short, damp strands of his hair, then down over the rough scruff dusting his jaw.
I trailed my palms around his back and over rigid muscle, pulling him closer and arching into him.
His velvety growl echoed off the stone around us and sent tremors of desire down my spine.
When he finally pulled back, he was panting and his dark eyes had gone molten.
I knew I shouldn't want him this badly. I'd known him for mere days. That wasn’t a reasonable timeline for what my body was screaming at me to do, but reason had abandoned me somewhere between him scooping me off the floor and washing the blood off my face.
Now I was left with hunger and need, and both were relentless.
I let my gaze drop, tracing the hard lines of his chest and feathering my fingers down over his damp skin, carefully avoiding the cut that already looked smaller than it had minutes before.
Then I lifted my eyes back to his and tugged at the leather kilt still hooked around his waist beneath the water.
His brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his features.
I leaned forward and brushed a kiss on his glistening chest. “Don't tell me you don't want this as much as I do, Raas."
A hiss of breath escaped him, and he reached down and unhooked the kilt himself, letting it drift away and sink toward the pool's floor.
My heart raced at the sight of him, but beneath my racing pulse and hammering heart, I felt a certainty settle into place.
There was no turning back now, not that I wanted to.
This felt right. He felt right in a way I couldn't have explained to anyone who might have warned me against trusting an alien warlord I' barely knew.
His gaze slid down my throat to the scooped neckline of my green dress, and he eased the fabric off my shoulders with a slowness that made my skin prickle with anticipation. I helped him, sliding my arms free, and he hesitated only a moment before drawing the dress lower, baring me to the waist.
I'd spent too many years loving my own curves to start doubting them now, so I simply continued what he'd started, working the dress down and wiggling it free beneath the water until I'd shed it entirely and let it join his kilt somewhere below us.
My breasts bobbed free, the dusky nipples pebbled into hard points.
His jaw was tight and his eyes had gone entirely black, as though he were holding himself back through sheer force of will. He stood between my open legs, but he made no move to touch me. It was as if he was afraid to let himself go.
Well, screw that. I curled my legs around his waist again and jerked him closer, pulling his mouth back down to mine in a kiss that left me lightheaded and aching for more.
Then I felt something sliding slowly and deliberately up the length of my thigh beneath the water, and I realized with a fresh thrill of heat that it was his tail.
I was no virgin, but I’d never been with anyone who had a tail. The furry tip sent tingles skittering across my skin, and I let my legs open farther, suddenly needing to feel his tail inside me.
Lorken tore his lips from mine and kissed his way down my throat as I arched my back. With a needy moan, his hands cupped my breasts, and he swirled his tongue around each nipple. I was so distracted by the sensations of his tongue that I almost forgot about his tail until it was pushing inside me.
My eyes flew open, and I sucked in a quick breath. He raised his head to meet my eyes, his lips quirking up as he pushed into me slowly and deeply, the thick fur sending heat ricocheting through my body.
“Do you like my tail?” he asked.
I managed to nod desperately, but I couldn’t speak.
My head fell back, my gasps mixing with the splashing waterfall as he stroked his tail deep.
The thrill of having an alien’s tail inside was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and the forbidden pleasure made my body tremble and my breath turn into panting.
Then without warning, he seamlessly slid his tail out of me, and he thrust in his cock. If I’d thought his tail had felt good, it was nothing compared to his long, thick cock. I lifted my head and locked eyes on him as he powered into me, the water churning around us.
His pupils were huge and black, pinning me with their feverish intensity. My hands gripped his shoulders, my fingers slipping on his wet skin and my nails scoring his flesh as tremors rocked my body like punishing waves rippling around his cock.
With a final raw sound, Lorken thrust faster and surged inside me, roaring as he exploded. As he sagged against me, I curled my arms around him and whispered into his ear. “I like your tail, Raas, but I love your cock.”