Lovers of the Galaxy, Book Two: Bounty Hunters of the Heart (8 page)

“Well, then,” he began unbuttoning his shirt, “let us
see what we can do about making you happy.”

It didn’t take Miln long to undress. As he finished
pulling off his undergarment, Oshki rose and spread the other
blanket across the hay. Below them a horse stomped and a pig
grunted toward the back of the barn.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, the sound carrying
over the landscape.

“It is good that it storms,” he said. “Bad weather
will prevent the women from coming out here.”

Oshki held one hand out to him, fingers upturned.
“Come here and show me how much you love me.

Kneeling on the corner of the blanket, Miln regarded
his partner lying on his side, his arm crooked and his hand holding
his head up. His mate possessed a beautiful body. Although a young
warrior, he was all male, eyes bright with desire. Hard planes were
crisscrossed here and there by old and new scars, muscles
accentuated by the flashes of lightning seeping through the slats.
His yellow hair pooled on the cover in front of him.

Relief wafted through Miln. He’d truly feared they
weren’t going to be able to mend their relationship. Until
recently, he’d never seen Oshki behave so badly, but before
arriving on Earth, they’d never been able to spend sufficient time
together, either. He realized they knew very little about one
another.

“Well?” Oshki urged. “What are you waiting for?”

“I am enjoying the view. You are pleasing to my
eyes.”

“I would rather please your body.”

Chuckling, he pushed his mate back and straddled his
big thighs.

Oshki closed his eyes and placed his arms over his
head. “I have waited so long for this.”

With care, Miln smoothed his hands up and down his
partner’s chest and belly. A trail of dark yellow hair began at his
navel and traveled down to join the patch surrounding his sapin.
Its softness against his rough palms aroused him, and he imagined
what it would feel like to have it brushing against his lower
abdomen. At the thought, more blood surged into his cock until it
stood proudly at attention. Thankfully, his lover lay with his eyes
closed or he would have taken advantage of the situation.

Moving to his shoulders, Miln leaned over him and
massaged the muscles roping their expanse and down to his
biceps.

“By the Twelve Galaxies,” Oshki swore softly, “that
feels so good on my aching body.”

“Time travel has that effect on the physique,” he
murmured.

“You must be sore, too.”

“Shh. Just relax and let me work.”

Another barrage of thunder shook the barn. Below
them, one of the horses whickered uneasily.

Straightening, Miln worked his thumbs along his
partner’s waist, his fingers biting into the muscles. He rubbed
down over his lover’s hips, avoiding the prominent erection bobbing
with each of his movements, and worked his thick upper legs.

“Mmm.”

Miln shifted back on his partner’s legs, but kept up
with his ministrations, his cock so hard he wondered if he would
come on Oshki’s thighs. A bead of sweat trickled down his nose, and
it was then he realized how much he wanted to take his mate, how
much he wanted that sweet release, to hear him cry out in
ecstasy.

The warrior beneath him released another pleasured
groan, followed by inhaling deeply and letting the air out in one
big rush.

Now that he knew his partner was truly relaxed, Miln
moved down to his calves, rubbing and prodding each one and then
focusing on his feet, where he knew nearly every race shared the
same gathering of nerve endings.

“Schizma, that feels amazing,” Oshki breathed, his
eyes still shut.

“Just enjoy it.”

He began traveling up his lover’s body again,
revisiting every muscle, smoothing his fingers over each war-weary
joint. Upon reaching his knees, Miln focused on them as he leaned
forward intent on his large, eager cock. A drop of precum glimmered
on its tip as if daring him to taste it.

Tightly rolling his lips inward to cover his fangs,
he slipped his mouth over Oshki’s erection, taking as much of him
in as possible, until the head bumped firmly against the back of
his throat.

Oshki convulsed, arching, and a cry of pure rapture
burst from him.

That one drop of precum sent saltiness over his taste
buds. He pumped his mouth up and down over his partner’s erection
so slowly his lover panted and gripped the blanket in his
fists.

He moved down again, pushing his partner’s cock all
the way to the back of his throat again.

“Gah! M-Miln, please!”

Again, he raised his head, bestowing a blessed
reprieve, and then pushed downward a third time. Oshki cried out,
the sound louder than the rumbles of thunder. In response, he laved
his tongue from left to right on the underside of Oshki’s cock.

“I am…going…to come!”

At his words, he released him. He leaned over Oshki,
who lay panting heavily.

“I have never had that done to me like that before,”
he gasped as he stared up at Miln, eyes aflame with desire. “Even
the harlots on Azutu never pleasured me like that.”

“You prefer strong warrior men, not curvy females,”
he joked.

“But that act is still pleasurable regardless.
However, what you were doing….” With his eyes rolling backing his
head, Oshki relaxed and drew in another lungful of air. “I want you
so badly right now I do not know if I can handle it.”

“Well, we have all night,” he answered mischievously.
He patted his lover’s hip. “Roll over and let me massage your
back.”

“If you touch me again”—Oshki laughed—”I might come
all over the blanket.”

“Then we will start fresh.” Miln’s laughter joined
his.

He rolled Oshki over onto his belly and placed his
arms on either side of his head. Like before, Miln began massaging
him. He started with the wide, muscled planes of his mate’s back,
worked up to his shoulders, and then down again over his back again
to the muscles tapering his partner’s waist. Reaching his buttocks,
he worked longer and harder at relaxing him.

Rain began pattering on the barn roof, the sound
steadily growing louder as the storm vented its fury on the farm.
The sound pleased him and he paused, listening. The sounds of the
animals beneath the loft were lost in the racket of falling
water.

Slowly, he parted Oshki’s ass cheeks. His partner
sucked in a breath.

“Easy now.”

“Mmmph,” Oshki mumbled and issued a needy sigh.

After wetting his thumb, he gingerly inserted it into
his lover’s ass crack and delved until he found the resistant ring.
Oshki’s breath sped up, and Miln sensed the anticipation building
inside him. Pushing against his mate’s sphincter, he smiled as the
muscles gave just enough to allow the tip of his thumb access.

Again, the younger man groaned, the sound muffled
where he’d pressed his face into the wool cover.

With his other hand, he continued rubbing, but kept
applying pressure with his thumb, which soon slid into Oshki’s ass
up to the knuckle.

“P-please. I cannot take much more,” his partner
mumbled into the blanket.

“Hush. You will take more and you will like it.”

A soft, pleading noise was the only reply.

Gently, he pumped his thumb in and out of his mate’s
anus.

“Schizma!”

Smiling, he kept moving his thumb in and out for
several seconds, Oshki’s cries exciting him so much he paused and
wrestled not to come all over his mate’s ass cheeks. Finally, he
turned his thumb from side to side, pushing in a little deeper
until he found the gland he sought.

“Please!”

The hunger in Oski’s voice washed over Miln. He began
bumping the gland, rubbing and stroking it.

“Ah…ah…!” Raising his hips, his lover offered his ass
to him, allowing Miln to finger-fuck him and wanting more.

He listened to the tone of his Oshki’s voice, gauging
when he would remove his digit. He didn’t want him to come just
yet. Oh, no. He wanted to build the sexual tension until Oshki
became a ravenous animal. Then and only then would he take his
partner.

A flash of lighting momentarily illuminated the loft.
At the site of his proffered ass, a jolt of desire zipped into
Miln’s cock. He moaned softly, the thunder gobbling up his
sound.

As the booms faded, another noise caught his
attention. He paused, listening.

“Please, more!” Oshki cried.

His attention diverted again, he continued stroking
that special spot in Oshki’s ass.

A long, low growl emanated from his partner. “I
cannot take much more, but it feels so good.”

It was Miln’s signal to pull out, and as he did, a
hungry snarl burst from his partner.

“What are you doing? Please, finish what you have
started.”

“I will,” he replied, pleased he’d achieved the
effect he wanted. “In due time.”

As he lay panting, Miln again thought he detected the
odd sound he’d heard a minute earlier. He rose and walked naked to
the double doors where he peered through the wide gap between
them.

“What are you doing?” Oshki asked behind him.

“This is the second time I thought I heard
something.”

“Oh, no. For once just turn off your sentry senses,
would you?”

“It is not that,” he replied. “But I am sure I heard
something. It would not be good to have one of those females find
us making love.”

Outside, the storm continued dropping rain on the
barnyard. Trees, bushes, and the tall grass whipped back and forth.
A lamp glowed in one of the house’s front windows. Everything
seemed fine.

Rustling reached him, but before he could turn
around, warm arms encircled his waist. “Come back to the
blanket.”

“In a moment. I want to watch one more minute and put
my mind at ease.”

Something hard and hot wedged between his buttocks.
“If you will not take me then I will claim you first.”

The moment he felt Oshki’s cock pressing into his
ass, fire raced into his balls. He gulped and tried to keep his
attention on the scene outside.

His mate pushed harder. “I want you.”

“Just”—he blinked and focused on the house—”give me a
moment.”

“No, now!”

Oshki backed away, but immediately Miln heard him as
he spat and knew what he intended. He didn’t get the chance to even
turn around before his partner’s arms snaked around him again and
his fingers slathered spit between his buttocks.

Surprised, he questioned, “Since when are you the
dominant one?”

“Since I have a cock that needs release and you are
more interested in the sound of a tree branch brushing against the
barn or the creak of a loose shutter.” For a second time, Oshki
slipped his hard sapin between his ass cheeks. “We were interrupted
before due to your overdeveloped sense of duty, but I will not
allow it this time.”

“Please, Oshki, just wait a moment until I’m
sure—”

He tried to give the area outside another sweep, but
the instant Oshki pushed against his anus, all thought fled from
his head. He growled deep in his throat. It had been a long, long
time since someone had ridden him. He’d always been the aggressor,
the one to initiate sex, whether his companion had been female or
male. This new turn of events excited him even more.

“Spread your legs,” his partner ordered. “I want to
fuck you.”

“I need to….” He gulped, wrestling with the need
settling in his loins. “Just let me…. Aw, schizma.” Spreading his
legs, he offered his ass, his need to be fucked too overwhelming to
fight anymore.

With a snarl of victory, he pressed against Miln’s
sphincter until it gave. It had been a long time, indeed. The
protective muscles burned as his partner slipped into him inch by
glorious inch. Fire raged in Miln’s balls and swept up his shaft,
forcing a deep-throated groan from him.

“Ah…. Your sapin feels wonderful. Let me feel you
fully inside me.”

“After I’m done,” his mate panted, “with you. It is
your turn to claim me.”

“Yes!”

With his arms up and hands against the doors, he
breathed heavily as he waited for his lover to finish entering him.
His mate’s impressive cock continued stretching him, the fire and
pain both uncomfortable and wonderful. He paced his breathing,
trying to relax and yet wanting to push backward and impale himself
on his partner’s erection, feel him completely up his ass to the
root. Just the thought of it forced a whimper from him and he
focused on his breathing again.

“You are so cool,” Oshki said, his words breathy.
“You have so much control over yourself that for once I want to
hear you shout my name. I want to fuck you so hard you growl and
snarl like a beast.”

His words inflamed Miln’s desire. The sensation to
climax claimed him, and he stiffened, fighting the urge until it
abated. He couldn’t come now, not when his lover was trying so hard
to please him. Oshki squeezed him around his midsection and
withdrew only to thrust into him again.

He hissed as sensations rocketed through his ass,
into his lower back, and down into his cock, which brushed against
the door. Even the roughness of the coarse boards against his prick
felt delicious.

Again, his mate pushed into him, his pace quickening,
his throaty sounds nudging him ever closer to that precipice of
sweet release. Over and over he pumped into his ass, and he met him
thrust for thrust, taking every tantalizing inch of his lover’s
cock and wanting it again the instant his mate withdrew.

“You,” Oshki groaned, “are so tight. By the galaxies,
it has been ages since I’ve been the dominant one.”

It seemed like lava had settled in the small of
Miln’s back. The heat moved through him, the tingling so intense he
groaned at the sensation. Fire settled in his balls, pooling as if
it planned on remaining there forever. Panting, he pushed
backward.