The Healer's Kiss: Book Four of the Forced To Serve Series (21 page)

“You are a warrior, Boca Ador, and I acknowledge that. If you truly don’t want this joining, then either stop me or have the courage to claim your gift,” Chiang ordered darkly, kissing past her mouth and down her neck to the top of the tunic.

Boca couldn’t help responding to the eagerness of his hands on her. When he rocked against her core, it sent her beyond rational thoughts, beyond her fear of committing. She hadn’t desired a male so much since…well, never. The realization stunned her.

Words failed her tongue when she searched for a scathing retort to his order, not wanting to concede to his will. But in the end, her answer to his demand was to close her hands over his and press them harder on her.

“
Slaggika. Mi povas plu elteni
,” she declared.

“Say it in any language you want, so long as it means yes,” Chiang said fiercely. Still holding her breasts, he rose over her to lick between the sweet mounds in his hands, running his dancing split tongue in a jagged path down the rest of her body. The taste of her went straight to his loins making his need for her painful.

“
Indoiti-va genunchii
,” he demanded, then swore when she did the same in her own language—or at least that’s how it sounded. He laughed roughly at both of them, too stressed to communicate clearly. “I know—
speak English
.”

“Stop torturing me. What do you want me to do?” she demanded in English.

“Bend your knees Boca Ador, and if you want me as much as I want you, let me inside your body,” he ordered.

When she lifted her legs, Chiang slid his tongue down over her again, burying his face between her thighs and his tongue in heaven. Another deep keening moan erupted from Boca’s throat at the same time the rest of her finally gave in to the pleasure of his tongue. Wild energy leapt between them as she spiraled through a climax.

It was like licking electricity, Chiang decided, intent on the task of pushing her over every edge he could. When he moved back up her body, her hands busied themselves between them, liberating the snap on his pants and sliding down the metal zipper his engineer side had always preferred over other forms of fasteners.

Her legs came around his hips making his legs shake with restraint not to conquer her too quickly. Her feet hooked in the waist of them to aide them sliding down over his hips at the same time her hands finally made contact and touched him. One was holding him, and the other…the other…stroking hard and with more strength than he had known she possessed. His warrior female was strong. Thank the Creators.

“
Mi neniam pardonos al vi por fari min volas vin ci feroce
,” Boca whispered roughly, vowing her displeasure at wanting him when she didn’t want to want him.

Chiang heard her speaking words he couldn’t understand, but he didn’t laugh for fear she would stop what she was doing to him. The heat coming off her could have melted an ice planet. Raging fires of Helios, he wanted to bury himself in it.

“Your confident touch exceeds everything I imagined. It was worth every torturous moment I spent waiting for you to want me back enough to do this. May I prove to be a worthy…
gift
,” Chiang breathed, saying it slowly in English, groaning at her strokes, definitely hearing himself making noise this time. But he couldn’t have been quiet if his life had depended on it.

“What words of praise do you need to hear from me that you have not heard from many females before me, Chiang of Greggor? You already know you are an impressive…
gift
,” Boca returned sarcastically, angry over his expression of pleasure even as it pleased her greatly in return.

“I will be an impressive gift only if I manage to please you as much as you are pleasing me,” Chiang said softly, lowering his forehead to her as she slowed her stroking.

Startling them both, Boca used one leg wrapped around his to tip him to his back. The other she used to hoist herself over his legs until she kneeled above him. Before Chiang had a chance to retaliate with his greater strength, she took him in hand again and slid herself down onto his throbbing bonding organ, ending all holding back for both of them.

The feel of Chiang embedded inside her surprised Boca. Never could she remember a male feeling so good—or so—
right
. She moved on him, and it was more pleasurable than she could recall it being with any other. Still…

“Know that doing this changes nothing,” Boca said fiercely, blissfully rocking, rocking, rocking as the male beneath her growled louder and louder.

Chiang wanted Boca to keep moving on him forever. Thwarting her efforts to end it too quickly, he sat up, wrapping arms up her back to hold her neck as she continued to move on him, but now it was in a tight, hard rhythm that demanded they move in sync to get the full benefit.

“It is a truth that I have bonded with many females, but never have I wanted one’s pleasure as much as I do yours,” Chiang said sharply. “Grant me your pleasure again. We will scream our success together. Do it now. I can’t wait much longer to offer all.”

“No. Stop demanding things from me, Chiang. In fact, stop talking. Let me pleasure you and be done with this madness,” Boca ordered, heart pounding over his commands, which her Sumerian programming wanted to blindly obey.

“I will have my way in this, Boca. Without your satisfaction, I’d just as soon relieve myself,” Chiang ordered fiercely, biting her shoulder gently as she sank down hard, burying him inside her and holding him captive. He strained against her stillness, wanting to bite harder, to mark her as his. It was all he could to do to resist the throbbing that was promising him absolutely everything he needed.

Boca stopped moving and gripped a handful of hair to move Chiang’s face to where she could meet his gaze. She saw a mostly pleasured male, hovering on the verge of release but not letting it end. He was holding back for her sake, waiting on her to make a final decision to accept him. In all her times with other males, she could not recall a single one denying himself the pleasure she could give him for any reason, much less for...

What was so different with Chiang?

Boca felt herself tipping over some slippery edge, her spirit gliding on some emotional release that opened all kinds of flood gates inside her. Her energy unwound from some tight knot and moved intuitively to link with his. Chiang pulled her hips down even harder and called out loudly in physical release, the sound of his satisfaction filling the empty room.

The vibration that had been building from her tortured emotions tore through Boca and out, celebrating its release by first lifting her spirit from her body, and then by slamming through Chiang’s body with a second wave of release. Boca could tell he hadn’t been expecting that, but the roar of triumph Chiang set free probably carried to Medical on the other side of the ship. There was nothing she could do but ride the waves with him, afraid to think about what such extreme vibrations meant.

“
Ai mei sunt prietene. Ai mei sunt prietene. Ai mei sunt prietene
,” Chiang called over and over.

“
No. Don’t commit to me in this room where their names are written on the walls
,” Boca pleaded, knowing Chiang was far beyond the ability to hear her.

His giant stroking hands under her tunic covered most of her in every sweep over her back as she continued to vibrate on him. His hands were reverent, but also full of ownership. The Greggor words of commitment had made it past their language barrier, going straight to her spirit to be confirmed.

“
Mate
,” a voice inside Boca stated firmly, and it sounded exactly like the emissary making her pronouncement, and just as chastising about the resistance that remained.

As the last of the pleasure waves subsided, Boca felt tears of regret slide down her face. Without waiting for full permission, her body had done what her mind had refused to do. It had mated the insistent Greggor now impaled deeply within her.

He held her in a tight grip still, like he couldn’t bear to let her go.

What had she done?

So intense had been the vibrations she created, Boca feared she might even have shared a Sumerian claiming with Chiang. She had heard about pleasure so intense that it lasted many times longer than normal but had assumed it was not in her to know such things.

Not sharing any experience remotely close to it with Rogan had been his deepest disappointment in her as a mate. Yet for her, it had been a source of comfort that none of the males she had known carnally had been capable of inspiring such an experience. Now she had possibly shared the highly sought after Sumerian experience with Chiang. How could the angry, intimidating Greggor be the male who set those vibrations free?

After what had just passed between them, she would never keep the overly solicitous and possessive Greggor out of her now. The male connected to her still vibrated, as did she.

And like it or not, Chiang was imprinted on her energy now. If she was lucky, perhaps his energy had at least driven her Lotharian captor’s from her at last. That would be one good thing to come from this crazy connection she had with him.

Too exhausted to worry any longer about what had occurred, or the possible repercussions from it, Boca let herself consider again how tired of it all she was.

Closing her eyes, she didn’t even try to fight the encroaching darkness. She just sincerely hoped she wouldn’t dream again.

Boca found she couldn’t answer when she heard Chiang calling her name in alarm.

Then her body gave up fighting and fell against his as the darkness claimed her once more.

Chapter 13

Feeling guilty for falling asleep while meditating, Boca opened her eyes slowly, frowning in confusion when she felt the blankets used in Medical covering her. Reaching under several layers, she sighed in relief to find her tunic still in place. Why she cared about the tracking mark, she didn’t know. Puzzlement over her concern had her swearing, which grew as she began to remember everything. How could she have allowed Chiang to break down her defenses enough to fully bond with her?

“Don’t worry, Boca dear. I didn’t let the big, angry Greggor take off your tunic,” Malachi reassured softly, patting his unexpected patient’s arm. “Actually, Chiang didn’t stick around long enough to argue about how I tucked you in. I don’t think I’ve ever seen our good doctor quite so forceful and determined to have his way. He went off clutching a handful of black cloth and threatening the life of my host body if I took my eyes off you until you woke up.”

Boca slid down under the covers and pulled them over her burning face. “
La kreintoj malbenis min?
”

“None of us is sure what you’ve done. What were you trying to do?” a female voice asked from the other side of her.

Boca poked her head out of the covers, turning to see her commander grinning at her.

“You suddenly speak Sumerian?” Boca demanded.

“No, I read mating energy. I could tell things shifted between you two, even if Chiang still had the disposition of a raging bull in heat…uh, I don’t know what the equivalent animal is in Sumerian. Loud and belligerent. Stubborn,” Gwen said thoughtfully. “Help me out here, Malachi. What’s a better animal metaphor in Sumerian?”

Malachi shrugged and crossed his arms. “What am I? Your walking information center? Use your com unit and look it up, Commander.”

“Wow—you’re awfully touchy today. I’m just making conversation. Besides, you always seem to know everything,” Gwen said with a grin.

“About energy perhaps—and maybe laser weapons—yes. However, I am not an expert on Sumerians, nor does it appear I am ever going to get to be. Somebody just went way off the market. I would appreciate it if you would quit reminding me I’m down one more potential bonding partner on this ship,” Malachi said flatly.

“Really? You wanted Boca? I thought you had your eye on the set of new dual-births on board, even though they’re both pretty creepy if you ask me,” Gwen said.

“Well, I didn’t ask you,” Malachi countered back with a grin of his own. “And neither Ethosian is any creepier than I am.”

“Commander, why are you here? I am fine,” Boca insisted, ignoring the male laughing softly beside her, and what the commander was implying about her changed status with Chiang.

She had never been a potential anything for Malachi except a friend, but she was not up to debating the situation.

And Chiang—she wasn’t ready to think about what happened between them yet. He would just have to wait until she could do some research and find out what occurred between them. All she had at the moment were suspicions.

“Relax while you can, Ensign. I’m here for the same reason everyone is going to be here in…oh, about ten minutes after I call them. We all want to know what you found out on your little trance trip today,” Gwen said, patting her arm. “What happened after you got back…well, no one needs to know about that but you and Chiang.”

“Yet you seem to know,” Boca accused.

“Yeah. Damn Siren mating gift. It’s not like I even want to know. It’s just there in your…you know, all over you,” Gwen explained, waving her hand at Boca’s body. “Zade noticed too. He smiled and headed to find Chiang to make sure he was okay. Turns out Zade and Chiang had a few angry words with each other while you were passed out. He wouldn’t tell me what was said, but I got the basics. Chiang thought you were dead. It took Zade a while to convince him you weren’t.”

Boca turned her head back to center and closed her eyes, recalling Chiang’s insistence that she not undress in front of Lieutenant Zade anymore. Her face flooded with heat, followed rapidly by the fear that one day the Commander might react much worse than Chiang when she found out what the argument had truly been about.

“Did Chiang carry me here from the meditation room?” she asked, looking at Malachi instead of Gwen.

Malachi made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Yes. He had you wrapped up like a swaddled infant in one of Lieutenant Zade’s black robes. Why are you asking questions you really don’t want to know the answers to right now?”