Chapter 11
ELEVEN
Sweet stars, this was madness. She was on his lap, wriggling that luscious bottom over his raging erection, having just talked him into fucking her. It was something out of a dream. A very erotic one.
She pulled his head down and captured his mouth with hers. He could sink into her sweet, warm lips and drown if he wasn’t careful.
He wanted to know every curve of her. His hand ran over the dip of her waist and the swell of her hip.
He skimmed up her ribs to cup her breasts.
It was impossible not to groan at the firm, full weight of them.
Rock-hard nipples dug into his palms like hot points covered by thin fabric.
He ran his thumbs over them. Calinae arched her back, pushing fully into his grasp.
He wanted to be gentle. He wanted to be slow and savor this, but his fingers curled into her jumpsuit and tore the thing straight down the middle, baring her body to his view. Her long, silken body lay sprawled out before him on his lap. His for the taking.
Those proud, full breasts were finally bared for him and the sight made him just pause. He needed to just take it in. Flushed pink nipples beckoned for his mouth. Her chest rose and fell with fast, shallow breaths. Golden eyes gazed up at him, heavy-lidded with arousal.
Her fingers moved over her own skin, sliding up her ribs.
She plumped up her breasts in her hands, squeezing gently.
He watched in dry-mouthed lust as she rubbed her hands over her breasts, making the nipples ruddy.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed in the whole of his life, and Niir had witnessed a lot.
He read her actions as a request and took her nipples between his fingers. She sucked in a breath and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. He pinched, rolling the reddened tips between thumb and forefinger. She tipped her head back in a moan.
Her hands moved downwards, over her belly, to where her jumpsuit had rent at the apex of her thighs. There, a soft covering of hair, as blue as the hair on her head, covered her sex. Niir held his breath as her fingers slid into the blue thatch and into her folds.
He nearly came right there, just watching her. Her breath came faster. Her cheeks flushed. She took his hand and drew it to that slick, wet part of her. He closed his eyes briefly as he felt her sex for the first time. “Are you sure you want this, Calinae?” he asked. “There’s no taking it back.”
“I don’t want to take it back,” she breathed. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Be sure.” His cock was so hard, it was painful. However, he had never given her anything but honesty, and he would not stop now. “I cannot give you more than this.”
“I don’t know if this is right or wrong, but I want you, Niir,” she whispered. “Fill me up. I want all of you.”
The scent of her arousal and her words hit his senses like a battering ram. It was all he could take. He gathered her into his arms and stood up. The tatters of her clothes hung from her as he strode to the arched doorway leading to the bedchamber.
His heart pounded hard, thudding in his skull. Meditation was out of the question, obviously, so he pulled in deep breaths and began counting in the most obscure language he knew. He needed to center himself. Keep in control.
The bedchamber door slid open at their approach.
“Oh!” exclaimed Calinae at the sight. “This is…red.”
That was an understatement. Everything was red.
The floor glowed like rolling lava. Dim lighting bathed the walls and them in it.
Even the bed was illuminated from within in shades of crimson.
It was meant to be sensual, he supposed, but panic stabbed through him.
The only time everything in his vision was red was when he was in primal form.
It’s just the room, he reminded himself, but he was unsettled and nearly dropped Calinae.
“Can we change this?” she asked, wriggling out of his arms. She shrugged out of the torn remains of her jumpsuit and stood there, gloriously naked except for his necklace and those obscenely high-heeled shoes.
The view was so erotic, he couldn’t even speak.
A guttural grunt came from his mouth as he went to the panel on the wall where the room controls must be.
With some clumsy work on the screen there, he managed to change the room’s colors to soothing shades of blue and green.
He went with the recommended “soothing sounds and scents,” for good measure.
It was the setting most “conducive to sleep,” which neither of them would be doing in the immediate future, but he needed to keep the primal form at bay, so “soothing” it was.
Niir breathed out as the room settled into its new theme. A soft, warm fragrance just barely scented the air. The gentle tones of a breeze through leaves could be heard.
Calinae was on the bed, working the straps to her shoes. She kicked them off and knelt on the enormous mattress, feet tucked beneath her. He was sad to see the shoes go, but she still wore the necklace. It hung between her large breasts like a glittering beacon.
He moved his hands to the fastenings on his pants.
Niir watched her face as he pushed them down.
His cock bobbed free, standing erect and thick before her.
Her eyes went wide. He stood still, letting her take all of him in.
There was nothing modest about him in his naked state.
His cock was long and thick and possibly looked intimidating to her.
He half expected her to change her mind.
Instead, she pointed to his chest. “Take the rest off,” she said in a husky voice. “I want to see all of you.”
He first removed his boots and stepped all the way out of his pants, then complied with her demand, pulling the sleeveless tunic over his head and tossing it to the floor.
His chest and back held the worst of his battle scars.
A deep slash over one pectoral muscle had resulted in puckered scar tissue and a plasma torch had burned a swath of his side and back.
She didn’t seem repulsed by his appearance.
Still, he approached her slowly. She rose up on her knees.
Her hands roved eagerly over his skin, tracing those long-healed wounds and leaving trails of tingling need in her wake.
He sucked in a breath when her lips closed on one of his nipples and her teeth gently bit down.
Curious fingers made a path of delicious agony down his belly to the aching thickness between his legs.
He released a groan as her hands closed around his cock, squeezed, then pressed it to her own belly.
She rubbed the tip over her silken skin and he shuddered.
The primal form thrummed within him, but the heat stayed down.
A glance at his skin showed no telltale red striations rising to the surface.
He reached between their bodies, needing to feel her as she was feeling him.
She shifted to give him access and his fingers again found the slick folds of her sex.
He ground his teeth together at the wetness he found there.
Her thighs shook as he stroked her, eliciting moans that sent him to the edge of madness.
The urge was strong to toss her on her back and bury himself inside her tight sheath right then and there, but this was her first time. No matter how ready she seemed, he didn’t want to hurt her. He needed to be gentle with her. As much as he could, anyway.
He slid a finger inside her. Stars, she was tight. Her walls contracted around his finger. She instinctively rocked against his hand. He slid a second finger inside her, paying attention to her noises, her movements, as he found what gave her pleasure.
All the while, she stroked his cock. Her fingers explored the length and thickness of him, then dipped down to cup the sensitive skin of his weighty balls. He wanted her to learn what she wished of his body, but he couldn’t take much more of this. Hunger, raw and unrelenting, thrummed through him.
With a hiss, he pulled her hands off his aching body and pressed her back onto the mattress.
Blue hair spilled over the pillow as she lay there, looking at him with languid desire.
She reached for him and he leaned down on her, pinning her beneath him.
He took one ripe nipple, then the other, into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, then gently suckling, drawing the most delicious cries and mewling sounds from her.
He wanted to draw this out more, but his body was shaking with the effort it took to hold back and he didn’t want to push the limits of the primal form. It was taking extraordinary effort, but he was maintaining control.
He nudged her legs apart, and she spread them readily. He was intoxicated by the taste, the feel of her skin, her body, her. He settled between her legs, kissing her deeply. His cock nestled into the cleft between her legs and found that hot wetness.
He breathed deeply, counting furiously in different languages to keep from plunging in, filling her to the hilt, and rutting like a damn animal.
Instead, he pressed forward slowly, filling her opening. Her pussy seemed to pull him in—the warm slickness of it soon had him panting.
She slid her hands over his shoulders, chest, face, making encouraging noises. He notched farther inside, stretching her pussy. He hated that he might cause her some discomfort during this, but when he looked at her face, all he saw was bliss.
That was all it took. He thrust his hips and slid the rest of the way in. His breath came in a pull. He paused, dazed by the jolt of pure pleasure at being fully sheathed inside her. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
Calinae moved in time with him as he began to rock, withdrawing partly, then plunging back in. Her cheeks flushed. Her back arched off the bed.
Suddenly, heat rose in him, scorching his bones and flooding his body with a burning urgency and a need he couldn’t define.
“Do I look different?” he asked her, terrified for the answer. “Are my eyes red?”
She smiled up at him, cupping his face in her hands. “No.”
A slice of relief went through him, but he didn’t know how much time he had before the primal form did emerge.
She was close to coming—he could feel her pussy pulsing around him and he was on the verge of losing his mind.
He pressed his face to her neck and pumped into her, thrusting his hips in a relentless rhythm.
He felt his balls tighten and his pace turning reckless and pounding.
Beneath him, Calinae bucked her hips, meeting his thrusts with her own.
She arched off the bed, mouth open, eyes wide as a cry of ecstasy tore from her lips. “Niir!” Then, she gasped out words in Rakolin he couldn’t understand, but he got the gist of it.
Her pussy gripped him so hard he saw stars. His balls tightened, feeling full and ready to be emptied.
Distantly, he knew that there would be no coming back from this.
That Calinae was all there would be for him.
The tragedy of that wasn’t lost on him, even in this moment of ecstasy.
He gazed down at her face, gleaming with sweat, taut with passion, and wished he could capture it all in his mind to recall perfectly later.
Then, his mind went blank and rigid. With a guttural snarl, he let loose, pumping wildly, brutally.
She arched her back and moaned. He let himself break, felt himself shatter, and shot his seed deep within her.
It felt like he came forever, filling her up, thrusting until she was gasping and he collapsed onto shaky forearms to keep from crushing her.
He didn’t want to pull out of her. He wanted to stay buried inside her for the rest of his life, but he eased out of her and rolled onto his back beside her.
A slender hand rested on his chest. Her breathing eased, coming in gentle puffs against his shoulder.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, but panic was there, scratching in his mind.
He wanted more. Much more. He wanted her again, now, even though he was drained of energy and seed.
What if he couldn’t maintain control next time? His jaw tightened at the thought that if he was wise, there would not be a next time.
But he was not wise. He would be fucking her again. And again. As many times as she would let him, for the rest of their lives.
Until he changed to primal form permanently.
That thought sent a shock through his system.
He looked over at Calinae, who had fallen asleep.
A surge of protective instincts made him gently pull her into his arms. He gathered her close.
She nestled on his chest, purring in her sleep as she resettled.
Strands of her hair feathered over her cheek.
Dark shadows under her eyes revealed the toll that the day had taken on her.
It would not be getting easier. He suspected something bigger was going on and Pittar’s warning had confirmed it.
Whatever it was, Calinae and the thirteen other females were at the center of it.
He was, too, because there was no doubt in his mind and heart that he was in love with her.
Warlord Mek-la could go fuck a black hole. She was his.