Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
The cuts on his arms were forgotten. Everything felt new, intense. Sensations he was not accustomed to scraped over him. It was almost unbearable.
But not the way he’d thought it would be.
The burning Virak had always felt when someone brushed against his skin or touched him had transformed into something altogether different with Jessa. All those nights of not quite touching had built trust. That was what it came down to—he trusted her.
Now, he couldn’t get enough. His greedy hands roved her back. His body shuddered with the power of his hunger to know every sensation. His cock would not be denied this time. It hardened to painful rigidity. He ached to bury it inside her, to fill her. To send both of them to oblivion.
Virak grasped her ass and lifted her, setting her bottom on a storage crate.
The height of it lined them up with agonizing perfection.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hot mound fit to his bulging erection as he rocked his hips against her.
He gritted his teeth as her head fell back.
She ground her pussy against his cock. The scent of her arousal made him want to bellow in triumph.
He held her gaze and waited; there was heaviness in the moment. They both knew what was happening, but he needed an answer from her. He needed her to say yes. He needed the words. “Tell me what you want,” he ground out.
“You,” she said.
He rolled his hips forward, drawing a moan from her lips. “Not good enough. What do you want?”
“You.” Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs. “Inside me; on top of me; any way you want me.”
There it was: the words. She couldn’t make it any clearer. A red film of lust slid over his vision. He groaned into the soft skin of her neck as his tongue swept the curve of her ear. Her scent was so fresh and sweet, he could sink into it forever.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled into her hair. “Here. Now.”
“Yes,” she gasped, trailing her nails over his chest. “Please.”
He sank into her mouth, delving into a deep, possessive kiss. There was no hesitancy. He took what he wanted as euphoria swept his mind clear of coherency. Her tongue slid along his, making him tug her hips more flush to his body.
He moved his hands up to the scoop neck of her bodysuit. He had the presence of mind to pause before ripping the garment in two. They had no other clothes. “Off,” he growled.
She didn’t hesitate to unfasten the garment and pull it off her shoulders. It slipped down her full cleavage, hooked on her hard, distended nipples for one agonizing moment, then fell to her waist.
Virak sucked in a breath at the sight of her exposed breasts. Sweet stars, he hadn’t been prepared. Pink, beaded nipples topped full, round globes. He cupped them, testing their weight and rolling the hard buds between his fingers.
“Ah,” came the gasping cry from her. She arched her back, pressing her breasts more fully to his grasp. He rubbed his calloused hands over her sensitive flesh and she shivered.
He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, drawing it between his teeth as she let out a guttural moan.
She was squirming, writhing in his grasp. The ache between his legs raged.
With a quick tug, he jerked her jumpsuit down. She tugged it the rest of the way off. It fell to the floor, leaving Jessa naked to his touch and view. He slid a hand between their bodies and down.
Her sex was swollen and wet. She pulsed against his hand, wantonly inviting. She shuddered as he moved two fingers past the slick folds and penetrated her pussy. Ah, she was so tight, so hot, just the pressure on his fingers made him want to come.
She moaned as he rhythmically pressed into her. He added a third finger as her hips met his pressure, deepening the penetration. Her pussy spasmed. To his amazement, she came fast and hard on his fingers, making sounds of pleasure that would haunt his dreams.
The view before him was intense—she sat nude on the lid of a metal packing crate, nipples pink and distended, and glistening pussy open for his view. He could not control the hungry groan that rose from his depths.
Her eyelids were heavy. Her cheeks flushed and her lips full and red.
She made no move to cover herself as his gaze roved over her.
His tail came around and slid around her knee.
He wedged one of her legs wide with his thigh.
She didn’t resist as his tail jerked open the other, spreading her legs as wide as they could go and bearing all to his hungry gaze.
“Pants off,” she demanded.
He shed them immediately, feeling a rush of relief when his cock sprang free of its trappings.
His erection bobbed thick and rock-hard before him.
Cool air on the sensitive skin made his muscles contract.
Then, Jessa’s hand closed around him. “Mmm,” she purred.
“I wonder if this tastes as delicious as it looks.”
Just the thought of her sweet lips around his cock nearly made him spill his seed. A litany of Virilian curses flowed from his mouth—hopefully not to be translated by her device. It was too much. His ingrained discipline of concealing emotion shattered into a spray of need.
So much for a slow seduction. Suddenly, he could wait no more.
He grasped her hips. In one swift motion, he lined himself up with her perfect pink lips. They dripped with wetness, inviting him inside. He watched the head of his cock disappear into the folds of her pussy. It was all he could take.
With a smooth thrust, he drove the rest of the way into her.
She gasped, tilting her head back as he made a guttural, grunting sound.
Her legs wrapped around his hips. For a moment, all Virak could do was hold himself inside her.
Her pussy clenched around his cock, hot and slick and needy.
In all his fantasies of being inside Jessa, his imagination didn’t even come close to this.
His entire body relaxed and drew taut at the same time. Sensation flowed through him, flooding him with a pleasure so intense, he wondered at the power of it. His balls tightened. He rocked his hips against hers and shuddered, deluged with need.
All he knew was hunger. All he heard was the roaring rush of blood through his head. The sight of her flushed face and moist, parted lips was too much to take in. He closed his eyes as his thrusts turned brutal, relentless.
She urged him on, meeting him in a rhythm that was sending him to the edge of madness.
The sounds of her pleasure drove his own deeper, wilder.
Virak let his instincts guide him. Each movement drove him toward something.
It felt like he was hurtling toward a cliff, pushing toward a destination that there would be no return from.
Her body tensed. She arched her back on a gasp as she came. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. The walls of her pussy squeezed him in hard pulses.
He gritted his teeth and rode her pleasure like an untamed marmuk from the wild. His control snapped.
With a grunt, he drove into her as her pussy held his cock in a tight grip. His balls tightened. With a strangled moan, he emptied his seed into her depths.
The pleasure was indescribable. Virak exhaled a strangled groan as the waves engulfed him, pulling him down into a torrent of sensation, deep and overpowering.
Her body went limp and soft against his as her arms looped around his neck. He held his cock inside her, savoring all the sensations.
Virak had never felt so much in his life. His body and mind were alive in ways he’d never known. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest and her even breath on his shoulder. His eyes were closed, but lights swirled behind his eyelids.
The reality outside of this beautiful moment could wait just another damn moment more.
“Virak…”
Her voice wasn’t dreamy and relaxed. Reality had returned to her just a bit before it had to him. He eased out of her, tucking his semi-hard cock into his pants with unsteady hands.
“This is not how I…thought we would—”
Her hand came to his cheek. “I know. Me either.” Soft eyes held his gaze. “But it was still amazing. Imagine how good this will be in a bed.”
That wrested a smile from him. “I look forward to that.”
“Me too.” She slid off the storage box and picked up her clothes.
Virak admired her nakedness with newfound knowledge of her.
His cock, which had just begun to soften, went full and hard at the sight of her full, high breasts.
She bent down to step into her clothes. He gazed appreciatively at the long line of her spine.
His hands curled into fists to keep from touching her round, firm ass displayed before him.
“Please get dressed.” He turned away with regret. “Your nakedness makes it impossible to think with any clarity.”
He heard her chuckle and the rustle of fabric. Reality returned to him even as his body and mind reeled with revelation and new sensations.
“What are we doing now?” she asked. “And that was lovely, by the way.”
Lovely. He’d take lovely. He had no other way of judging his performance. “I’m…glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“I enjoyed myself very much,” she replied huskily. “You know, fast and dirty can be hotter than slow and seductive. Honestly, I don’t see how it could ever be lacking with you. You’re…” she trailed off, and he turned around. She was dressed again.
“I’m what?” he wanted to know.
A becoming blush stained her cheeks and her lips were full and ruddy from their kisses. “Magnificent.”
His mind reeled with this new information.
He rubbed a hand over his face. If he didn’t get his mind back on the task at hand, he’d wind up reaching for her again.
His cock was ready to go. “We are going to Exir City.” His gaze slid over her.
“We have wasted some time, which I should regret.” He flashed her a look full of heat. “But I do not.”
Her lips curved as she refastened her ponytail. “That makes two of us.” She nodded to the squat, three-wheeled vehicle sitting in the cave entrance. “Do you know how to drive that thing?”
“Of course,” he replied, even though he wasn’t one hundred percent sure that was the truth. Sifter vehicles were often cobbled together from various parts, scavenged or stolen. Sometimes, only those who built them knew how to drive them.
Upon a closer look, this was clearly not one of those.
The low-slung, three-wheeled vehicle was not from Virilia, and it was not pieced together.
He recognized the design. It was a sand racer.
They were made to move fast and smooth over vast expanses of desert.
His hangar held one—a modified version, to handle the rocky, uneven ground of the Virilian desert.
They only held two passengers, limiting their purposes, but they were perfect for him and Jessa in these tunnels.
Fortunately, he did know how to operate sand racers. He ran his hand over the sleek metal body. “How did Sifters get their hands on this?” he mused to himself.
Jessa climbed into the passenger seat. “Are they rare?”
“Yes. And expensive. And not made on Virilia. Someone transported this in at great expense. I have heard that the Sifters have gained wealth, but this is excess I didn’t expect to see.
” He climbed in beside her, then paused before taking her hand.
The sensation was still new. It didn’t yet feel natural to intentionally touch anyone, but contact with Jessa felt good, even the simple act of holding her hand.
“This will get us to Exir City quickly. King Drex has a human queen,” he said.
“They will want to know the nature of our relationship so they can put us in appropriate quarters.” He paused to take a breath.
The next part had to be said, even though he didn’t wish to.
“You are under no obligation to declare yourself to me. You may request your own, separate quarters. What we just did was…spontaneous. The result of adrenaline, perhaps.” He closed his eyes.
“I will not hold you to any commitment because of it.”
Her hand drew out of his grasp. He pushed down a swell of disappointment, but then her palm moved to his cheek and turned his face to hers.
He opened his eyes to the sight of her amused expression.
“Why would I want to sleep in a separate chamber?” she asked.
“I’ve been trying to get you into bed for weeks. ”
“They will think…”
She leaned in and kissed him, quick and hard on the lips. “They wouldn’t be wrong, Virak.”
He didn’t know how to describe his emotions. An unfamiliar warmth spread out from his chest.
She was his. When they arrived at Exir City, they would be treated as partners.
It was such an unusual situation for someone who had spent his entire life entirely solitary.
His gaze moved over her, from her long black hair, barely contained in a disheveled holder, to earlobes dotted with tiny holes.
Two had small silver studs. A small ring pierced through the top of her ear.
Virilian women didn’t do this to their ears, but apparently it was a mark of beauty for human women.
The reminder that Jessa was not of his world jolted him from his brief euphoria.
She was only his until she decided to return to Earth. He watched her settle into her seat and examine her surroundings. King Drex of Exir City had convinced his female to stay with him. Perhaps Virak could, too.
He engaged the controls and turned the vehicle on. It purred to life. This small ground transport was very well maintained. The interior was clean—spotless, even. He would have to revise his opinion of Sifters. They were not the ragtag gang that he had perceived them to be. At least, not anymore.
“How long until we get to Exir City?” Jessa asked.
Virak did a quick mental calculation, translating his measure of time into hers. “About an hour in this. It would take a day to walk it.”
“Wow. Fast.” She glanced around. “Is it safe?”
“Yes,” he replied, amused. Perhaps Earth vehicles weren’t to be trusted. “Hold on.”
They took off, shooting into the dark tunnel with only the sand racer’s lights to illuminate the way. She let out an excited whoop as wind whipped around them. He couldn’t see her expression in the darkness of the tunnel, but his focus had distilled to one thing, and one thing only: Jessa.
No matter what happened, if they came out of this mess alive, he wanted her to be his. Unlike the last female, he would have a hard time watching her walk away.