Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
The door opened without a chime.
Jessa and Madison both jumped in surprise from their spots, reclining on the sofa. They’d been chatting. Before that, Madison had shown Jessa the rest of the suite. Jessa had taken a shower and changed into a dressing gown.
Virak strode inside, stopping short at the sight of Drex’s queen in his chambers.
He was shirtless, which wasn’t an unusual sight among Virilian males, but he’d changed his attire since she’d last seen him.
His wounds appeared dressed in fresh bandages that molded to him more seamlessly than the ones hastily applied in the storage room.
“Hello, Virak.” Madison rose and nodded. She seemed to know better than to touch him.
He smiled. “As always, a pleasure to see you, Madison.” He looked to Jessa, where his gaze raked over her, slowly, possessively. “Jessa. You look…well.”
The heat in Virak’s gaze seared her skin. There was a predatory edge to his posture that made her nipples tighten into sensitive peaks. “Thank you.”
Madison’s brows went up. “Okay. I’m leaving now.” She went to the door. “Have a good evening, you two.”
“Thank you for your hospitality,” Virak said, eyes still on Jessa.
“Anytime,” Madison replied with a chuckle, and was gone.
Not a moment too soon.
Virak stalked toward her, emitting raw male energy.
He stopped directly before her. She remained seated on the sofa, craning her neck to take him all in.
Jessa’s breathing went shallow at the sight before her.
Muscles rippled. Heat radiated. He gave off the clean, spicy scent of Virilian soap, indicating that he’d bathed before coming here.
He wore loose-fitting black pants in a soft fabric.
She could see the fast rise and fall of his chest and the unmistakable bulge in his snug pants.
“Hi,” she said.
“Remove your dress,” he growled.
The rough command sent liquid heat straight to her core.
Warmth spread from low in her belly to her moistening pussy.
She rose and did as he ordered, pulling the simple shift over her head and letting it fall to the floor.
Her hair, which she left long and loose, flowed over her shoulders and breasts.
She wore only her necklace with its black stone and moved to take it off.
“No,” he said. “That stays on.”
Virak slid his hands through the heavy, dark mass and swept it back.
“I like looking at you. I want to know every inch of you.” He ran his fingertips over her shoulders, slowly down her chest to her sensitive nipples.
He ran his thumbs over the buds and she arched her back, pressing her breasts fully into his touch.
“Ah,” she sighed. “You feel good, Virak.”
“It feels amazing to touch you,” he said, almost reverently.
He gently tugged on her nipples, drawing her upwards.
Jessa stood, pressing her body to his as his arms closed around her.
“I don’t know how I will ever get enough.
” He said the last part into her hair, so it was muffled, but his words set loose a jumble of feelings.
To be adored, cherished, wanted, had been things she’d always believed out of reach, but here she was, in the arms of a male who clearly felt all those things.
But this wasn’t part of the plan and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life on Virilia, with no forests or oceans, where all life was lived underground. Ah, but this male was hard to resist…
Jessa closed her eyes and pressed a kiss to Virak’s chest. She felt him shudder. His hands roved over her, burrowing into her hair, tracing down her spine to cup and squeeze her buttocks. His tail came around and slid around her thigh, locking her against him.
Everywhere he touched, her skin lit up and tingled. Need coiled and vibrated deep within her. It was as alarming as it was insistent. She wanted this male with an urgency she’d not felt before in her life.
His cock jutted against her belly, long and hard and ready.
The loose pants he wore were only a thin barrier and did nothing to conceal his arousal.
Jessa hooked her thumbs in his waistband and pulled them down.
A drawn-in breath escaped him. The soft fabric fell to his feet in a heap and he was as naked as she.
She helped herself to the curves of his hard, sculpted ass, the thick root of his tail, which still curled around her leg, and up the endless ridges of muscle on his back. Then, she felt for the hard, hot cock at her belly. She wrapped both hands around it and squeezed.
Virak let out a sharp growl. In one movement, he stepped back and scooped her into his arms. Without a word, he strode into the bed chamber and laid her on the wide mattress. He climbed in beside her, slowly, carefully, regarding her with sharp, glittering eyes that looked black in the dim light.
He touched her lightly, trailing fingers up her legs.
He reached the narrow patch of trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs.
Jessa spread her legs wide. She not only gave him access, but permission.
The invitation made him visibly shudder as he brought his fingers to that hot aching place of need.
He touched her clit, barely, and her hips bucked.
“More,” she moaned, but unlike their first time in the cargo room, the enigmatic alien was in control.
“No.” He stroked her with maddening restraint. She saw his slow grin, the wicked gleam in his eyes, and the flare of his nostrils as he took in the scent of her arousal.
His fingers flicked her sensitive clit, circled her throbbing sex, but did not penetrate. The slick skin quivered, sending shocks of sensation through her. “Virak,” she moaned. “Please.”
He lowered his head to her thighs and hovered above where she needed him to go.
Jessa squirmed, taking his head in her hands and urging him down, but he didn’t budge.
With maddening slowness, he dipped his head and swept his tongue along her dripping cleft.
She let out a moan of pure ecstasy at the slow route he made to her clit.
He sank deeper and pulled the electrified nub into his mouth, nibbling, sucking, exploring.
Jessa thought she was going to lose her mind. The sight of his handsome head bent over her pussy wrenched another moan from her lips. She bucked her hips again, thrusting against him as the pressure built and a wave rose.
His tongue dipped inside her, then he slid two fingers inside her.
He continued his glorious torture with his mouth, but with the addition of those fingers, Jessa was seeing stars.
She felt the fullness, the bursting of pleasure in her pussy, and then it radiated to the rest of her body, filling her head with wave after wave of ecstasy.
She opened her mouth on a soundless gasp and rode it out.
Finally, she looked up to see Virak gazing down at her. He wore a tender expression. It was one she hadn’t seen on him before.
“You’re sure you’ve never done that before?” she asked.
“Only in dreams,” he replied. “Of you.”
Speechless, Jessa put her hand to his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. The move felt so tender, so vulnerable, her heart thumped achingly hard.
He shifted over her, covering her with his large body. His large cock nested into the outer folds of her sex. Her body welcomed him, going creamy and tingling at the gentle pressure at her entrance.
He went no further than teasing those soft folds. Again, he seemed to be in no hurry. He shifted his weight to one arm and lifted the pendant on her chest with his other hand. “This suits you.”
“Thanks.” Jessa looked at him, looking at the pendant, unable to interpret the look on his face. She was trying not to pant at the need coiling in her again.
“The crittine gemstone is the ancestral jewel of my family line. It is black in the light, but in the darkness…” He held it up and turned it toward her, causing Jessa to gasp. “It comes alive.”
The dark stone winked with deep tones of blue and violet, red and gold. Jessa was awestruck. “I never noticed that before.”
“Not surprising,” he said. “These stones don’t glow or give off any light, but low light allows the colors to emerge, while full light hides them.”
It was so much more beautiful than she had thought. In fact, she hadn’t thought much of the stone. It was just a stone—like the others that were placed around women’s necks on the choosing day.
“I won’t look at it the same way again.” She gazed up at him as he placed the stone in its silver setting back on her chest. “It has hidden depths.”
“Don’t we all,” Virak murmured in reply.
“You revealed mine during those nights in the training room. It seems most of our deepest moments have taken place after nightfall.” He leaned down and kissed her, deep and full, drawing a groan from her throat.
“Including this one,” he rasped, then thrust his cock deep within her.
Jessa gasped as she took him in all at once. He filled her, stretched her, overwhelmed her every sense. His hips rocked against hers, setting up a sensual rhythm. The last time had been fast and restless. This time, Virak seemed to want to savor it. He had more control than she.
His body was rock hard above her and inside her. His tail slid between her legs, up to her crotch to press against her taint and ass. The extra sensation made her want to scream. A deep scowl etched in his brow as his thrusts grew faster, deeper.
Jessa could feel the deluge, the flood as it was coming toward her.
Her body felt electrified, as though charged by an invisible current.
Her back bowed. Noises came out of her mouth and she swore she had no idea how she was making them.
Her breath came in fast, frantic pants. She was muttering things—God knows what—as he continued his relentless pounding of her body.
She dug her hands into his hips and urged him on, wanting more, faster, harder. Color rose on Virak’s cheeks in a flush. His muscles gleamed with the thin sheen of sweat.
His cock swelled, stretching her further, and sending her closer to the edge of sanity.
He was close, but she was there. Her body pulsed with energy, like a dam about to give way.
Jessa closed her eyes. She gritted out a curse as she exploded in a shower of pleasure.
Sensation gushed under her skin, making her feel more alive than she ever had.
Virak went rigid above her. His white teeth flashed as his lips pulled in a grimace.
She felt the tightening of him, the moment he let loose.
He groaned, dragging his cock in and out of her as he drove himself off the edge.
Huge fists gripped the bedsheets beside her as he pumped his seed deep inside her.
Jessa lay there beneath him, listening to his breath slow and his heart rate begin to ease. She ran a hand over his broad back and he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
She was sure of one thing—denying it did no good—and that one thing was, this had become more than just sex for both of them. She didn’t know when it happened, or how it happened.
But she knew it happened. She had no idea what to do about that.