Lawked Flame (15 page)

This was a delightful difference. Lawkmerian Kees
did not indulge in kissing or hugging. According to his studies,
human females liked to be touched, often. They required a lot of
attention. So far, he enjoyed this new pathway to intimacy which
would lead to his final unlocking.

Alayna pushed against him. They broke apart. Chest
heaving, she inhaled huge gulps of air. “You’re good. I can’t
think.” She tried to move off his lap.

“
Where are you going?” His large
palm rested on her thighs, holding her in place.

“
You... I said I wasn’t ready for
this.” She licked her lips and stopped at his moan. She licked them
again, watching him closely.

Beneath her, his rod jumped. Smiling, she leaned
forward and stroked his jaw with one finger. A shudder shook his
frame. Under his skin the membrane heated and bubbled, he was
primed for her.

“
You want me?” She
purred.

“
Yes.” The deep guttural sound
bore no resemblance to his normal tone.

The space behind his eyes wavered, for a second he
lost focus. Tiny spasms raced across his arms, legs and chest as
his body temperature rose along with his bone-deep need to take
her. Jaw tight, he forced down the Lawkmerian chant which would
initiate the unlocking process. He would be left vulnerable, unable
to fend off an attack and he could not take that risk.

His body did not appear to care for that tidbit of
information and it took more energy than he would have preferred to
shut down the procedure. As much as he and his people needed him
released, it was not going to happen tonight. Especially since she
had no idea what he needed from her, let alone who or what he
was.

She searched his eyes a moment longer and tapped the
tip of his nose. “We can have sex if you promise me you won’t try
to make this into more than it is. Simple sex, two adults meeting
their needs. I’m not ready for a relationship with you or anyone
else.” She paused.

He wondered if she could hear the echo in his chest
as his mind screamed its denial of her words. A sensual fog filled
his mind as he watched her lips move.

Everything about her consumed him as he pulled her
close and kissed her, hard. The kiss transmitted his feelings about
her conditions, and gave her a few of his own. As she leaned into
his arms, he pillaged her mouth, accepting her moans of approval as
his due. Without breaking their connection, he lifted her so that
she straddled him on the chair. The heat from between his legs
singed his erection.

Palming her ass, he moved her against his stiff rod,
the friction sent zings of pleasure through him. While he could
still think, he sent Lorenzo a message to stay put, and rolled them
to the floor. He covered them with a large opaque bubble that
allowed them privacy on the middle of her living room floor.

“
Touch me,” he whispered against
her neck. Her hands flew to his back, and shoulders rubbing and
pulling. He wished he could undress them using his powers, but
realized that may be too much. She had seen quite enough today.
Instead, he speed-stripped her naked while keeping her occupied
with kisses. A quick move or two, and he had his clothes
removed.

It seemed like years since he had
seen her tempting flesh, when it had been just last night in the
dream state. His mouth had watered then for a taste of her dark
nipples and this time he did not deny himself. His lips blazed a
trail of fire from her mouth, down her neck, and across her
breasts, stopping to suckle hard at her nipples.

“
You taste so good.” He continued
suckling as she bucked beneath him, all the while pulling his face
closer to her breast.

“
Please…that feels…I’m hot. I…ohh
don’t stop.”She finished on a whine as he moved downward, nipping
her belly and stopping at the apex of her heat.

Now, this was something extremely
familiar to him. It seemed all cultures worshipped at the altar of
a woman’s core. A Lawke would know the flavor of his Kee no matter
where she went. It became imprinted in his mind and senses. Streams
of creamy goodness rolled down her thigh. He inhaled, savoring the
spicy scent before tasting the tempting dew. A sense of rightness
settled on him as he latched on and fed the hunger rising within
him. His tongue lapped the cream from between her legs, anxious not
to miss one drop, and then dipped inside her body briefly before
licking upwards. Hungry for more of her, he sucked her clit into
his mouth.

“
Ohmigod…ohmigod…” Alayna screamed
as his tongue penetrated her.

Tight vaginal walls clenched as his tongue thickened
and lengthened to fill her. He winced and then smiled as she pulled
his hair before grinding on his face. His tongue sought out her
pleasure button and then stiffened as it rammed it repeatedly until
her juices were released, feeding him once more.

Slowly, he removed her thighs from around his head
as he took the last remnants of her juices. “Delicious,” he
murmured, placing small kisses on her nether lips and upper thighs.
After a quick upward glance, he hardened at the sated look on her
face.

They had just gotten started.

Gliding up, he took her nipple into her mouth and
rolled it around his tongue before giving it a quick nip.

“
Yeeesss,” she hissed, her hand
threading through his hair. The other squeezed his ass. Taking her
moan as permission to heat things up a bit, he took the other
nipple in his mouth while pinching the first one between his
fingers. Her body shook beneath his and he thanked the Good Mother
for creating a woman who could handle his sexual aggression. He had
been concerned by some of the things he had read and seen regarding
human sexuality.

She tweaked his nipple, regaining his attention. Her
hand moved lower, and encircled his leaking cock. “Ummm…I want
this,” she whispered, gyrating beneath him. He could not take much
more and even though the intimacy for an unlocking was missing, he
believed the joining of their bodies would begin the process.

Not wanting to examine his motives too closely, he
lifted and sheathed her to the hilt in one stroke. Pausing at her
flinch, he kissed her face and then retook her lips. Sweat beaded
and ran from his forehead as he demanded his body to remain still.
When he released her mouth, he looked at her closed eyes. Her
breaths were short and fast. The clenching of her vaginal muscles
was killing him.

“
Ahhh,” he groaned. He rested his
forehead against hers in a desperate attempt to maintain control.
This had never happened before and he was at a loss how to handle
the situation. The thought of hurting her helped cool his ardor.
When he could breathe, he lifted his upper body and looked down at
her.

She winked, slapped his ass and rolled her hips. His
eyes closed in pleasure as he threw his hips back at her. The dance
had begun. Since he was probably larger than any male she had
taken, he planned to take things slow so she could adjust.

But his Kee had no intention of following his lead.
Before he realized it, she was straddling him, taking what she
wanted. He had never seen such a beautiful sight. Head thrown back,
breasts bouncing, she rode him hard. He placed his hands on her
hips and pistoned into her tight liquid heat.

When she leaned forward, her hands on his chest
spurred him to pound faster. Audible clicking sounds sent jolts of
pleasurable pain through him. He flipped her over and blindly
reached for the pinnacle of his fulfillment. He increased his pace,
slamming into her hard. His groans said clearly how much pleasure
he received from her luscious body. He thrust into her again and
again, her silken walls caressing his cock. She took his breath
away. Her body stiffened and yelled his name.

Her walls tightened, milking him.

Her screams were the music that sent him over the
edge. His yell of satisfaction joined hers and reverberated against
the opaque wall. He lifted onto his hands and arched his back. He
threw his head back and with a lusty scream, thrust once more as
hard as he could. His body shuddered and convulsed.

His large
frame shook as rope after rope of cum filled her and ran between
her legs. In all his years, he had never released such a
load.

Each breath was a chore. He rolled to the side,
pulling her with him, smiling at her closed eyes. Gently he kissed
each lid before placing his palm on her stomach.

It jumped.

His chest tightened with the knowledge his seed had
taken root.

Chapter 12

Sore and curiously sated, Alayna rolled over and hit
a wall of hard flesh. Bolting upright, she was surprised to see a
naked Khayden occupying most of the space in her bed. Her hand flew
to her mouth as memories from last night scrolled across her mind.
She had been insatiable, demanding he take her with his mouth and
his big juicy cock. Her face heated in remembrance of his stamina,
he'd never refused her or failed to get her off.

“
Morning,” he said without opening
his eyes.

Clearing her throat, she inched over to her robe and
wrapped it around her. “Morning.”

His eyes opened one at a time.
Even though she couldn’t hear it, she swore he was laughing at her
standing primly beside the bed, her hands clenched, holding her
robe tightly closed. Hell, he had already seen everything she’d
been blessed with. She released the death grip on the robe and
peeked at him.

He smiled as he placed his arms beneath his head.
“You sleep okay?”

Strange, sleeping was not something she remembered
doing with him. “I think so.” Should they talk about last night?
Did she commit to anything? All she remembered was a big wad of hot
orgasmic pleasure. One after another, she’d reached her peak. It
was one for the books. Just thinking about it sent heat between her
legs. She made the mistake of looking at his mouth. That same mouth
had done impossible things to her body. A tremor started at her
core, and gained strength. No one should be able to make love with
his mouth like that, it should be illegal since it was so
addicting.

Flushed, she turned away from his wicked grin,
totally at a loss what to say or do. She was in bed with a stranger
in her brother’s home and had no desire to change a thing. “Are you
hungry?”

She flinched when his dark blue
eyes roved over her chest. She was learning his moods were
reflected in his eyes and that color meant he wanted to eat her.
Pushing away from the bed, she pointed at him. “I meant for food.
Don’t you ever get tired?” How could he possibly still want her
looking all rumpled without her morning rituals? Her hand flew to
the riotous curls on her head, a lost cause without a proper
wash.

His unflinching gaze and sincere tone sucker-punched
her gut. This man was dangerous. “Of your taste or your heat?
No.”

Her core pulsed as a
self-conscious thrill shot through her.
“Okay,” she said softly, unable to say more. She moved around
the bed, out of his touch zone and headed out the door. “I’ll be
back, I need some food. We never made it to dinner last night,
remember?”

“
We were busy with something more
important than food.”

She turned at the door and gazed
at him. There was something in his tone that made her think there
was more to his words. He returned her stare and then her smile as
she winked and walked out the door.

Lorenzo sat at the kitchen table, a plate of waffles
in front of him.

“
You remembered the food in the
freezer. That’s great. I hoped you’d find something to eat.” She
looked at him and was pleased with his rosy cheeks. The dullness
she had seen yesterday had left. Getting away from home definitely
agreed with him.

He smiled warmly at her. “Yes, this is my second
plate. I hope you do not mind. My appetite has increased and I am
eating more than I have in years.”

She opened the refrigerator, and as she pulled out
the apple juice said over her shoulder, “Mi Casa, su casa.”

“
And what language is
that?”

She chuckled as she poured her a glass of juice and
then another for Khayden. “It’s Spanish. My home is your home. Take
whatever you need. We’ll go to the grocery store later.”

He nodded and cut the food on his
plate. Alayna took a couple of muffins, some fruit, and along with
their juice, placed them on a tray and headed for her
room.

Before she left the kitchen, Lorenzo spoke, his face
somber and voice catching. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Stunned, she turned and looked at his plate,
wondering what had prompted his outpouring of emotions. If she
didn’t know better, she’d think he was about to cry. Not wanting to
reply with one of her normal snarky comments, she smiled and added
extra warmth to her tone. “I invited you, remember? You’re welcome.
I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” She lifted the tray in lieu of
a wave and returned to her room.

When she entered, Khayden stood in front of the
bedroom window, looking outside. Turning, he met her smile and took
the tray. She offered him a glass of juice, which he drained.
Mesmerized, she watched his throat work until he finished. He
winked at her and took a banana from the tray. Like an adolescent
in the throes of her first crush, she watched as he peeled the
fruit and allowed him to feed her small chunks of white meat. His
fingers lingered and touched her lips, stoking her simmering
heat.

The leer he sported told her he was aware of his
affect on her. Pulling her close, he took a green grape and pushed
it between her lips, licking away the juices that escaped. A shiver
of awareness raced through her as he continued to feed her. A
succulent strawberry followed. The entire time his eyes focused on
her lips and face, watching her enjoyment.