Authors: Scarlett Dawn
“Yes. I thought I’d try it out.” He flicked a finger. “I do want you naked, though.”
“So, we’ll have sex?” How many times must I ask it?
“Yes, Madeline. We’re going to have sex tonight.”
Thank Mother Joyal.
I kicked off my boots without hesitation. My gaze never left his, seeing his eyes already dilating. I bent at the waist and yanked my knee-high socks off. My shirt went next falling in a soft flutter to the ground over my tossed boots. I almost stalled when he huffed quietly, his own hands going to the waist of his shorts and pulling them off in an efficient manner. He placed them over the back of the couch nice and neat. His cock was at full attention, but I didn’t glance down. I unsnapped my chest support and let the straps fall down my arms, tossing it to the side, too. My nipples puckered on their own accord under the direct regard of his hard gaze. The shiver that ran down my spine was all encompassing from the way this man was staring at me. It was much the same way this woman eyed him.
Pure want.
When my skirt landed on the ground, he grunted. But he wasn’t upset, only surprised. “You came armed.”
I unhooked the thigh holsters quickly, gently placing my knives on the ground. “Don’t be flattered. I’m generally armed in some way now.” I shimmied out of my remaining undergarment and kicked them aside, now fully bared. “Small female. Lots of possibilities for injury.”
He hummed under his breath, his purple regard running down my flesh in an unhurried motion. The black of his eyes enlarged during his perusal, only leaving a small ring of purple around the edges. His legs widened as he placed his feet flat on the couch, bending his legs. “I want you on top of me.”
“I can try.” I crawled onto the couch between his legs, careful not to touch his hard member. The heat from his flesh warmed mine far more than the fire could ever manage. The sides of my arms skimmed the insides of his thighs. His legs jerked at the touch, and I finally lifted my gaze to his. My lips quirked, and I teased, “This won’t hurt. I promise.”
Frosty eyes stared back. “I have no worries. I can handle you.”
I snorted softly and continued to climb on top of him. My legs straddled his waist, my hands gripping the back of the couch on either side of his head. “Your ego knows no bounds.”
“It is merely the truth, not ego.” He lifted his arms and gently placed his warm palms on my bare skin, resting his hands on my hips. His thumbs rubbed back and forth in slow motion as if he were petting me, keeping me from running. His brows rose on his forehead, his dark eyes holding mine completely. “Tell me, Madeline, is there a reason why you’re avoiding my cock? It is going to be inside you soon, and you have seen it before.”
I sighed, letting the breath I had been holding out. “Get over yourself. I was just getting comfortable.” A small lie, but it made me feel better, more in control. I let his hands coax me down against his hard length, his heat meeting my pussy…not horrible. A small warmth kindled inside my chest, and my lower stomach clenched, tightening in an age-old sign of allure and need. I tried not to squirm, getting closer, as I raised my right hand. He didn’t flinch when I gripped his chin in a soft hold and turned his head to the side. I tipped his head back, baring his neck—all that pretty flesh.
He had focused on my neck before. I thought I’d return the favor. “I’m going to kiss you here.”
“I’m waiting.”
My eyes widened in shock as he showed his first sign of emotion. Like real freaking emotion. His lips twitched, and the edges of his mouth turned up in a cocky as hell smirk. Damn if it didn’t make him even more attractive. He whispered, “You have my word I won’t stop you.”
I stared, still holding his head to the side. “Okay.”
It went quiet inside his chambers.
He cleared his throat, his lips curving once more.
I blinked and tore my attention away from his smirking mouth. Shaking my head didn’t help to clear away the fact I found him extremely attractive. That I found a
Kireg
so striking, it made me shell-shocked and mind-dumb.
I muttered, “Don’t even say it.”
He was barely holding his hilarity back. “I didn’t.”
Shut up, Kireg.
He didn’t make a peep, though he watched on with deadly regard.
I lowered my head and placed my mouth against his heated neck. His skin was smooth and soft beneath my lips. I inhaled deeply, and my eyes shut. He smelled like the coconut oil on Joyal and the sweet heat of a blessed day, a direct contrast to the night and moon that he loved so much. I moaned softly against his neck and stroked his warm skin with slow caresses.
The rebellion leader lifted his hips against mine, rubbing his cock against my core, the wetness that quickly drenched my pussy astonishing even me. I smiled against his flesh when he groaned deep in his throat, the vibration tickling my lips. But it wasn’t long before he reached up and grabbed the back of my hair, tugging with a firm grip.
“Enough teasing,” he growled.
I shook my head the barest bit and continued placing light kisses on his neck.
“One more and that’s it, Human,” he hissed. He tightened his grip on my hair.
I flinched at the pain and took the hint. He was very impatient.
And, damn, did he smell good.
I took a small lick before lifting back from his neck.
“Having you on top isn’t going to work tonight.”
“You wanted me here.”
“I was wrong.” He tucked his hair behind his ears, and then I was gripping his shoulders in shock as he flipped me onto my back onto the couch. His jaw tightened as he rested on his knees between my spread legs. With a hot palm, he lifted my right foot, bringing my leg up into the air. His cheeks were flushed in arousal, even though his eyes were still so fucking cold. He turned his head and gently began to nibble up the delicate inside of my foot.
His tongue peeked out between his lush lips, and he ran it around my ankle bone in a deliberate, erotic glide. I sucked in a harsh breath and reached above me. My fingers found purchase on top of the arm of the couch. My gaze never left his face, his features reflecting severely in the firelight as he kissed and nipped at my calf. His dark eyes gazed between my thighs. They heated in desire, pinching at the corners, while he eyed my core slick with desire. The evidence was clear that he had an effect on me.
The rebellion leader leaned forward and placed his right arm next to me. He lifted my right leg effortlessly over his shoulder as he held his body over mine. His hips pressed against me, grinding his cock against my slick opening. With his eyes boring into mine, his words were rough and blunt.
“I’m going to eat you before you get my dick.”
I licked my bottom lip. “I hope you don’t mean that literally.”
Those lips quirked up at the sides again, gifting me with a luxurious grin. “I’m a carnivore, not a cannibal.”
“Thank Mother Joyal,” I whispered, my body twitching as he ground against me once more.
He chuckled softly, the first time I had ever heard him laugh, and he pushed back on his arm. He grabbed my free leg and placed it over his other shoulder, easily sliding his large body lower on the couch. “When you come against my mouth—”
“Moon above! Sorry!” a woman squawked. The words were awkward and rushed. Shit. It was Corza, her sweet voice undisguisable. “I didn’t know you had someone with you.”
I froze—my entire body on lockdown—with my fingernails facing the intruder, over the edge of the couch, digging into the leather. This was not a position I wanted to be caught in, my heart rate galloping off into a wicked frenzy, pounding furiously against my chest—my very
bare
chest.
Mother-fuck-a-Kireg.
With my legs bent over his muscled shoulders, Geo’s head snapped up, and he released a growl. The man was furious, the noise frightening and suffocating in the quiet. I stiffened even further, but he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes, always so emotionless, were violent slits as he glared at his sister over the side of the couch.
He barked, “
Get out!”
There was a slight rustling behind me, though the door didn’t slam shut as I thought it would.
Corza cleared her throat, and sounding much more in control of herself, stated evenly, “I will in a moment. You wanted me to inform you as soon as the council members arrived. They have.”
The bastard’s body was rigid, and he ground his teeth together. Though he managed to say in a more sedate tone, “Tell them, I’ll meet with them at ten o’clock tomorrow morning.” He paused. “And lock the fucking door on your way out.”
“I will inform them of the meeting.” A quiet pause. “So sorry, Madeline.”
The lock clicked, and then the door closed with a sharp
snick
.
We didn’t move.
I was still scared shitless, caught, as we were, my fingers cramping on the couch.
Geo was merely furious, his jaw constantly working, the muscles in his cheeks showing.
I exhaled heavily, and whispered, “Did she see me?”
“Not your face,” he growled.
I groaned long and hard. “I’m not used to people seeing my bare flesh.”
“I know.” His gaze dipped back down to mine, and his hands on my hips began that petting motion again. His red, plush lips thinned for a second, his gaze tracking mine. His voice was strangled when he asked, “Do you want to stop? We can do this tomorrow if you need.”
I focused on my heartbeat, willing it to calm. The asshole was actually being sensitive to my needs. It was shocking enough for me to wonder how out of sorts I looked. I cleared my throat, making sure my voice didn’t waver. “I’m okay. Tonight is fine.”
His dark eyes were penetrating. “Last chance. Are you sure?”
I forced my lips to lift into a smile. “I’m already naked. You’re already naked. Plus, getting here was a real bitch. I’d rather not do it again tomorrow night.”
His head tipped down, and he peeked at me between his white, dangling hair. “That could be rectified easily. No one would think twice if you moved into my room. You are my mate.”
My eyes turned skyward. “I don’t wish to discuss that again right now.”
“Fair enough.” The rebellion leader was true to his word as my breathing escalated, coming in sharp pants. He didn’t ask again as he lowered his face to my waiting core.
I squeaked a feminine sound—one I hoped he never mentioned—as his lips made contact with my flesh. He huffed, and his thumbs started petting my thighs again, while his tongue skated in an unrushed glide over my wetness. The black in his eyes widened, and a deep groan vibrated against my flesh, his attention turning from my eyes down to my core.
I ripped my left hand away from the couch and grabbed a fistful of his hair, my thoughts quickly turning to the carnal pleasure he was giving me. I bucked my hips as he lapped at my core in earnest, though his fingers stopped petting me to sink into my legs, holding me still. The tip of his tongue found my clit without pause, and he circled it slowly before rubbing the flat part of his tongue against it hard.
My teeth bit into my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He continued to torture me, his teeth nibbling at my folds only to lick at my pussy as if it were his favorite treat. He played with my clit with his tongue repeatedly, and my head tilted to the left as I arched my back. I tried to hold it in, but my mouth opened, and I
shouted
in pleasure when he pushed two of his fingers inside my gripping channel.
He hummed in approval and pumped his fingers into my body. His tongue flicked at my clit endlessly, and he pressed his face harder against my flesh, his mouth devouring me. My thighs started to tremble around his head as a heat took hold of my frame. My brain turned to mush in a wave of ecstasy as I screamed my release. His strength held me down as I quaked underneath him, his mouth replacing his fingers as I came against his tongue. With zealous licks, he stayed there until my body fell against the couch in sated pleasure. I repeatedly blinked at his white ceiling and tried to focus my eyes, my vision hazy and lethargic.
My legs slid over his shoulders and down his arms as he climbed up my body, his muscular arms trapping me underneath him. Dark eyes watched as I squinted at the ceiling, trying to come to terms with the fact that this Kireg had given me one hell of an orgasm. We weren’t under duress.
No one’s life was on the line.
This had been by choice, on both our parts. One I had initiated.
His face took the place of my evaluation of his ceiling, his hair hanging down on either side of his face. I panted and tried to catch my breath, the air from my lungs making his hair sway against his flushed cheeks.
Fuck. Where had all the oxygen gone?
He quirked his brows in silent question.
I waved a hand. “I’m good. I’m good.” I was so not good. Not at all.
Geo pressed his forehead to mine, capturing my gaze utterly. His dark eyes owned mine while he placed the broad head of his cock at my core’s entrance. “Just accept it, Madeline.”
He wasn’t talking about his cock.
“You first,” I panted.
He was done playing…if he ever was playing.
He shoved his hips forward, his cock driving halfway inside my dripping channel.
My body jerked, and my mouth slammed open. “Shit!”
Then he asked calmly, “Who has their cock inside you?”
“You do.” My brows puckered.
“And what am I?”
My nostrils flared, understanding. “A Kireg.”
He lifted his torso and pulled his hips back, just to slam them forward again. My breath hitched as his cock slid all the way inside me, stretching my channel to a painful fullness. I lifted my arms in a hurry and braced my hands against his shoulders. The flex of his muscles played under my fingertips as he held still, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, waiting for me to adjust to his large size.
He spoke through gritted teeth, “Say it again. What am I?”
I bit my bottom lip. “A Kireg.”
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his tan cheeks flushed. “And I’m yours. Your mate.”
My eyes flicked back and forth between his. I allowed quietly, “Yes, you are.” I eventually tested moving my hips and my eyes shut in pleasure. I ground more feverishly against his cock, shuddering as the head of his dick rubbed all the right spots deep inside me. “What are you waiting for?”