I understand how mating works. I know some of the words. I just never imagined how good it could feel.
“No.” His voice is rough and taut. “I cannot unless we are… officially mated. But I can do this for you.”
He finds my clit again with his fingers. “And if you ask me very nicely, I’ll bring you the release you want.”
“I’ll do anything you want,” I whimper.
“Ah, but you already promised that when I first set eyes on you,” he murmurs into my ear, then bites the lobe. Hard. “What more can you possibly offer?”
He’s teasing, but I have an answer for him. It’s a promise that comes from deep in my heart, and although it’s a rash one, I know it’s true. I don’t get to say it, though, because his skillful fingers are working my body in ways that make me lose all control. He strokes, teases, pinches, each motion bringing me closer to the precipice.
“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he orders me, as my thighs start to shake and I moan in need. “If you vecking come too soon, I’ll take that belt and whip your ass right now before I make you come again and again, and until you can’t take any more.”
I cry out, because those words make me burn hotter than I can stand.
“Please,” I urge him, my voice shaky. “I’m going to die if you don’t let me.” But I don’t think of disobeying him. Even if it’s a game, he owns me. Completely.
I think he whispers something like, “I will never let that happen. I swear it.” But I’m uttering sounds that make it hard to hear, little sighs and moans.
Finally, he says, “Now,” and flicks my clit before stroking in even steady soft movements. I scream and allow it to come, this incredible surge. Behind my eyes, it’s all lights and colors and flashes. And in my body, the sweetest, more excruciatingly awesome feeling I’ve had in my life. And it goes on and on as he touches me, as we’re connected, until it peaks and burns. Then I float back down to his arms, sweaty, panting, full of bliss and contentment.
Chapter 6
Drayk
Veck the stars. What have I done? The human slumbers in my arms, utterly exhausted from her ordeal and her, dare I say it—phenomenal—orgasm. She makes a little purr and snuggles up to me, then says something unintelligible in her sleep. She’s smiling, though, so I don’t think it’s a nightmare.
Of course, much of her life thus far has probably been a nightmare. Did I make it worse?
Tarak opens the door, calling out. “Captain, I have our landing—” He stops when he senses her in my arms. His eyebrows go up and he points, then grins. Mouths, “You dirty bastard.”
My body stiffens. “Veck you,” I murmur back.
He hears it, even though it’s only a whisper—his hearing is super-heightened due to his lack of vision. And I know that even though he can’t see features and faces, he has infrared heat-sensors built into his brain insert, which allows him to see body forms… and their proximity to each other. Yes, Tarak knows exactly what I’ve been doing with Taisha.
My little human is fast asleep, so I gently shift her to the hoverseat and pull her shawl up from the floor to hide her nudity.
“Turn your back out of respect,” I snarl to Tarek in an undertone as I join him, even though she’s already covered, and he can’t see features.
“Settle down. I’m not going to touch her.” His voice holds a trace of humor.
I grab his arm and pull him outside the door, and it hisses shut and beeps, the light flashing locked. If she gets up, she won’t be able to leave the area. She’s still our prisoner, of course. I’m not stupid.
“What’s gotten into you? Did you veck her?” He narrows his eyes. “You know that’s not—”
“No, I did not veck her,” I snap. Although I came pretty close. “I, ahem, punished her for lying. Tried to extract the truth. Then I just had to, ah, console her. Dr. Daneth told me humans require such attentions.” I clear my throat.
“Is that so?” Tarek scoffs. “You wanted to extract knowledge? More likely you were trying to insert something instead of extract.”
He’s not wrong.
I check my temper so I don’t punch the wall or his face. “I did what was necessary to see if she was lying. I believe she’s truthful about the syringes.”
He gets serious. “If that’s so, then what we have now is a prototype of a brand new bioweapon, Captain. One that could help us fight Ocretions, if it ever comes to that.” We’re best friends as well as crew members, and he’s able to shift from banter to work in a split second.
“Exactly right. And if the Ocretions get wind that we have this, it’s a high probability that they will act, either against the humans on Romon-3, or us, or both.”
We both stand as I stare through the port window at her sleeping form. She looks small and delicate, but underneath her lovely exterior is a mystery. “Maybe she’s brought us a secret weapon that could give us the advantage over the Ocretions.”