He did so eagerly
and returned to her side. His hands squeezed her breasts and she moaned. Miki
stroked his chest and his masculine nipples. The flat disc hardened and his
breath caught. She smiled and pushed him to his back as she eased her way down
his torso.
“Mikayla, I can
not kiss you from there.”
“Let me show you
another use for kisses.” He stiffened but held still as she caressed his toqa,
her hands running up and down his length. Fluid leaked from the tip and she
used her fingers to catch the drops and rub along him until his slick flesh
pressed in and out of her fist.
“Trust me.” Miki
smiled and lowered her head. She sucked on the head and his whole lower half
bucked.
“Blessed One. What
are you doing?” His eyes reflected the desire curling in her belly.
She let him slide
from her mouth. “Kisses, soft touches and caresses.” With those words, she
returned to loving him. Mikayla wanted this. Wanted the deep connection with
her mate. Her mouth circled the tip and then took him to the back of the
throat. His head snapped back on the ground and his heels dug deep into the
straw.
Miki used the fork
in her tongue to flick from inside. Vaan cursed when she pulled up. Miki licked
him softly and curled her tongue around his throbbing length.
“This is more than
a kiss, mate.” His words were throaty and Miki enjoyed pleasing him this way.
“Kiss me.” She
climbed on his lap, her breasts swaying.
***
Vaan ran his hands
down his mate’s naked form. Her words drove his passion higher. Never had he
concerned himself with a woman’s pleasure but he admitted the wetness between
Miki’s legs felt good on his toqa. And the wetness came when he spent time
kissing her during their bed play.
He squeezed a full
breast and the flesh plumped from his attention. Her hands roamed his body as
she explored him with her delicate touches. His desire to kiss her returned but
she moved away from him to kiss his stomach.
“Mikayla, I can
not kiss you from there.”
Her smile scored
his insides and her next words had him calling on his warrior’s training. “Let
me show you another use for kisses.”
His mate exceeded
his expectations. Her mouth licked and sucked his toqa as if she fed from him.
“Kiss me,” she
whispered when she was done and sat as if to ride him.
He rolled her to
the bottom and kissed her breasts in between squeezing the plump flesh. Her
back arched off the floor. Unlike a Kabanian female, his Mikayla constantly
moved during their loving. He trailed a path of kisses up her neck. She showed
an extreme sensitivity to his kisses in this spot. He lavished her with his
attention, using his tongue and nipping slightly.
“Vaan,” she cried
out and ran her hands down his back. Nails pricked his skin. He pushed between
her legs and rubbed his toqa along her creamy center. She was as wet as she
promised. He leaned forward and pressed deep. She took him with no resistance.
Tight and wet. Her legs climbed his waist higher, her heels digging in his
back. Vaan rocked his hips and her eyes widened. He drove forward and her lips
parted.
“More, Vaan. Give
me more.”
Vaan thrust
harder. Her breath came in pants. He stared down at her breasts as the mounds
bounced up and down. Vaan choked back a groan. His sac lowered and his hips
pumped faster.
“No,” her fist hit
his shoulder. “Not yet.”
She asked for the
impossible. He reluctantly pulled out of her tempting flesh. “Show me how to
touch you like you touched me.”
Her eyes frowned
until he palmed her toque. “I would touch you here and give you the pleasure
you seek.”
Mikayla smiled and
it brightened her whole face. He was bewitched by this woman. She widened her
legs. “Use your mouth and kiss me.”
His eyes studied
her bare woman’s area. He’d never heard a warrior speak of such. “The same as I
would kiss your lips?”
His fingers rubbed
her slit, softly watching her expressions. When he gentled his touch, she
gasped and arched. His harder touches did not receive the same reaction. Vaan
eased his strokes and slid his finger into her moist depth back and forth.
“Yesss,” she
finally answered. Fangs slurred the word. “Exactly as you would kiss my mouth.”
Vaan lowered his
head and inhaled her woman’s musk. Wetness coated the lips of her woman’s core.
He studied her hairless center and the seam down the middle. The skin glowed
with a faint pink tint and the sight stirred his loins.
Vaan parted the
folds of her and leaned his head forward to lick gently. The little nubbin
inside swelled. He placed a kiss there as well and watched as it flushed a
deep, dark red.
“More, Vaan.” Her
hips rolled up.
This time, he
kissed her using his tongue. Her taste reminded him of rich spices. Vaan’s
mouth moved eagerly as he kissed and continued to lick her on both sides.
Mikayla’s seeking fingers pulled his hair. Her hips began to jerk and her cries
grew louder. Vaan paused his actions and glanced up.
Dainty fangs dug
into her bottom lip, her head twisted to the side and her back twisted from the
ground. She enjoyed his attentions. This was what she spoke of. He gripped her
hips tighter and kissed her with more fervor. He would see her woman’s
pleasure.
“Faster.” He
licked faster. “Harder.” He buried his face and drove his fingers inside.
She screamed his
name and her release gushed against his mouth. Vaan wasted no time. His toqa
felt as if it would burst. He reared up and entered her. She cried out but her
body accepted him willingly. Her toque fisted him in its cool grip, driving him
higher. His sac lowered and Vaan barely kept his seed back. He needed to ask.
“You are satisfied that I gave you this woman’s pleasure you seek?”
Mikayla’s hand
brushed the hair from his face. The look in her drowsy green eyes had Vaan
pumping harder. She licked her lips and a smile stretched across her face. “I
am very satisfied.”
“Good.” He closed
his eyes and loosened his control. She milked his seed from him, urging him on
with a twist from her hips. He came with a loud shout. Pleasure roared through
him. Another jerk of his toqa and he released again, his head thrown back from
the force.
Through it all,
her hands stroked his back. The muscles of her toque clenched and released
adding to the sensations. At last, he stopped moving.
His pleasure had
never been so great, the force of his release stronger than with any other
woman. If this is what she required to allow him more time in bed with her, it
proved no hardship. Vaan pushed up to his elbows. “We will do this again and
you will show me more.”
Mikayla laughed
but her hands did not stop running through his hair. “Agreed.”
***
Once more, Vaan awakened to
Mikayla’s legs entwined with his. Two days since their time in the stable and
already his mate’s sleeping habits mimicked the weeds he likened her to. He
shifted slightly and her lithe form curled into him further. The way she
wrapped her arms around his middle and lay her head on his chest weakened him.
Glancing down, Vaan studied her
sleeping features. Her smooth forehead creased in the middle as if deep
thoughts followed her dreams. The pert nose crinkled before relaxing. But it
was her mouth which fascinated him. Lips slightly parted, Vaan caught a glimpse
of her fangs each time she exhaled.
The pearly white tips gleamed and
he found himself leaning forward for a closer look. Shiny points had left
indents on her bottom lip. Moisture glistened on the puffy tissue and Vaan
unable to resist, pressed his mouth softly to hers. Each time their lips
touched his fear of being poisoned by her lessoned. Kissing Mikayla triggered
his arousal and predictably, he hardened.
A small moan escaped her when Vaan
pulled back. Mouth pursed, her frown deepened, creating a disgruntled
expression. Her remaining hand tugged on the strands of his hair before sliding
free to fall on the pillow.
If an opportunity presented itself,
Mikayla touched his hair. She made no secret of her pleasure from stroking its
length. At meals if he wore it in a warriors knot, she’d remove the binding.
When he came to bed with the length in a high tail she immediately set to
loosening it.
Reluctantly, he admitted to loving
the feel of her tiny hands rubbing and petting him. The intimacy she created
with the small gestures warmed his heart and pulled him closer to her. Like
now. Vaan angled his head and touched a brief kiss to the top of her head. Her
body snuggled closer to his, a slender thigh tightening over his hip. The move
caused her nightgown to shift higher and put her toque directly in line with
his toqa. He couldn’t resist, with a light thrust, Vaan entered her.
Slicked flesh immediately gripped
him. Her corresponding moan encouraged his efforts. Having been introduced to
it, Vaan much preferred the Raasa way of bed play. Easing back slightly, he
took his time and stroked back into her honeyed depths.
“Vaan,” her sleep husky voice
murmured.
His hands sought her full mounds.
The globes filled his palms to overflowing. Squeezing gently as she had taught
him, Vaan watched as her head tossed on the pillow. Shifting his hold to her
torso, Vaan guided Mikayla onto her back and rolled over without pulling out. The
new position enabled him to sink deeper into her lush center. It felt beyond
good.
Vaan paused and took a deep breath.
He needed to ease the ache but he wanted Mikayla to receive pleasure too.
Nothing turned him on more than watching her face as it strained for release.
Another novel experience for him.
“Mikayla.” Vaan stretched up and
braced his weight above her, their lower halves connected.
Her lids blinked and lifted to
reveal sleepy pinpoints of green. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips
forcing Vaan to turn his head to the side to maintain his composure. A tremble
shook his frame none the less.
“Vaan?” Her tone turned questioning
even as her hands drifted up to his shoulders and down his back in a light
caress.
“I have need of you,” he admitted on
a groan when she arched her back and met his renewed thrusts.
She reached up to cup his jaw until
he faced her. A warm smile greeted him. “Morning, mate.”
Vaan snorted and tried to block the
rising tide of his release. “You best be close, mate.”
Wetness dampened his toque and Vaan
grinned wickedly at his woman. His words enflamed her. Slim legs wrapped around
his waist and Mikayla’s hips began to work against his.
When his sac lowered, Vaan cursed
under his breath and silently recited the nine steps of a warrior’s cadence
from his earlier training days. Nothing helped. He lengthened within her core,
his release threatened.
Mikayla arched her neck and cried
out. “Faster, Vaan.”
Her heels dug into his buttocks and
Vaan thrust harder and faster. Mikayla screamed his name and her pleasure
ripped over his toqa right as his release roared through him. Vaan tipped his
head up and growled harshly as his seed poured forth. Like a vice, her toque
pulsated and clamped tight.
Mikayla’s body jerked, her nails
bit deep into his flesh. Vaan cursed again, his breath overloud in the silence
of the room. Gradually, his muscles relaxed enough to lean to the side and he
lowered himself to the bed. Mikayla immediately climbed over him, arms slung
over his waist and legs across his hips.
Vaan grunted at her actions but
moved his arms to clasp her waist. She squirmed a moment more before settling
her weight against him.
“Morning, mate,” she whispered
again, creating wisps of air with each breath she took.
Vaan waited for her to say more.
Mikayla often talked of idle matters after bed play. Instead, the silence
continued. Looking down, he realized she had fallen back to sleep. The Blessed
One had gifted him.
Chapter 14
Miki leaned into
his side and tugged. Vaan adjusted his height to accept the kiss she pressed to
his chin. He still did not understand her need to kiss him each day. He agreed
that the entwining of lips and tongue sped the fever and heat in his blood at
night but in the day light, she would not let him take matters to their natural
conclusion and complained if he rushed her to the upper level. Such kissing was
best saved for the bedroom.
She ran a hand
through his hair for a lingering caress and then walked from the hall, Balal
and Kavan on her heels, to walk the gate line. She expressed an interest in
seeing the new locking mechanism his Warlords commissioned.
He’d give the
Raasa credit. Their people were gifted artisan and worked quickly on any
endeavor Vaan assigned. The large barrier would hold the gate closed unless
opened from the inside.
“Betach,” Tesai
cursed when they were alone.
Vaan turned. The
one Raasa who continually fed his anger sat at the dining table. His eyes
drooped. Tired, no doubt, from working the late shift Vaan assigned him weeks
ago. “You have something to say, Raasa?”
“Does it not
bother you, Overlord that you are mocked?”
Vaan crossed his
arms over his chest and rocked back on his heels. This would be good to hear.
The hapfe dung begged daily for Vaan to knock him on his ass again. Soon, he’d
tire of these petty verbal sparring. “How am I mocked, Raasa?”
“They call you a
betach face hissa’si. With your long hair about your face, they say it is hard
to discern your true nature.” He looked pleased with his unveiled insult.
Vaan didn’t know
the Raasa words Tesai used but he gathered its meaning. He wanted to crush the
little Raasa but his mate stayed committed to her fondness for her former guard
despite his growing animosity toward her. “Then I will be a hissa’si. Your Miki
likes to pull my hair hard to keep my face close when I am buried between her
legs, feasting on her toque. So, yes Raasa, I will gladly keep my womanly
hair.”
Tesai’s face
burned with anger and he clenched his hands into useless fists at his side. He
knew he presented no challenge to a Kabanian warrior.
Vaan wasn’t done.
“Then Raasa, I return the favor.” Vaan smirked as he motioned graphically with
his hands and hips in slow motion until Tesai grasped his meaning. Having said
all he needed, Vaan left him standing alone in the hall with the crass image in
his mind.
Argan appeared at
his side as soon as he exited the hall. “I do not trust him.”
“Nor do I,” Vaan
exhaled sharply. He hadn’t like the words he’d spoken to the Raasa. His anger
had gotten away from him and if the little hapfe dung repeated his words to
Mikayla, she’d have a woman’s fit.
His mate was
vibrant and passionate in the sheets but discouraged public conversation with
him about sex if others were present. Vaan was used to loose talk but respected
her wishes. He was beginning to do that a lot.
“Hissa’si?” Argan
asked, smoothing back his own dark hair and dispelling Vaan’s negative mood.
Vaan chuckled.
“They have a word for everything and not all of it in standard.”
“Hissa’si,” Argan
repeated.
Vaan pounded on
his shoulder. “Come friend. We will practice in the yard and show them our
womanly ways.”
“About the other?
You speak truth?”
Vaan didn’t bother
answering. What he shared with Mikayla stayed in the bedroom.
Argan walked by
his side the entire way. The two of them kept a running conversation. “How did
you handle your mate about the missing hapfe?”
Vaan’s mouth
curled upward, remembering his day in the stable with Mikayla. “The animal was
only noted missing because it is a favorite of hers.”
“What excuse did
you give?” his friend pressed.
“We talked of
other matters and by nightfall, she did not bring the matter up again.” Because
Vaan found that her kisses had many uses, and he longed for more of her sensual
knowledge.
Argan frowned and
for a moment Vaan thought he’d pursue the matter. “When do you wish to speak
with Marin? He waits patiently to give his report on what he discovered.”
Vaan looked over
the Raasa patrolling the gate, their bow and arrow slung over their shoulders.
Warlord Tolan stood sentry at the opening of the gate, speaking with Mikayla,
Balal and Kavan at her side, though Kavan looked as if he wished to be
elsewhere.
Vaan cared not.
His Warlord had asked repeatedly to be reassigned to another duty but Vaan
refused. Kavan would make amends to Mikayla for his actions or die trying. His
mate laughed at something Balal said and Tolan turned to demonstrate. All
watched as the huge horizontal bar lifted from the gate. A Raasa ran over to
secure it with a latch in the upright position. Tolan pushed on the heavy gate.
Balal joined him and finally it moved and opened a crack.
Mikayla clapped
her hands and waved at the Raasa above her. He waved back and undid the latch.
The bar lowered slowly back in place and Tolan locked it. No one would come in
uninvited if Vaan had his way.
“Vaan?” Argan
thumped his shoulder.
“Yes. Marin.” Vaan
forced himself to turn his back on Mikayla. It was the only way he could
concentrate. His mate was a distraction during the day. His thoughts were on
her whenever she was out of his sight and more so, when he caught her slim
figure moving throughout the hall. Sensual grace in every line of her being.
His Warlords began to tease him when she walked by because they knew Vaan’s
attention would stray to watch.
“You have feelings
for your little Raasa?”
Vaan jerked and
focused on Argan. “What?”
“She is becoming a
part of your heart.”
Argan’s voice was
empty but Vaan needed his friend’s truth on this. “How would the Warlords feel
if she is?”
“We would be
pleased for you, Overlord. She grows on all of us.”
Vaan relaxed,
remembering his thoughts of his mate. “She
is
like a weed.”
Argan threw back
his head and laughed. “Best you not let her hear this or we will find something
else amiss in the house.”
Vaan agreed.
Mikayla stood by her agreement to not argue with him publicly but she had
unmistakable ways of making her point and getting Vaan’s attention. But he did
not mind. He found his mate’s behavior humorous and never would he punish her
for standing up for herself.
“Marin can speak
with us at the evening meal. I am eager for his words since his return.”
“It is good your
mate is still learning us or she would have noticed his absence.”
Vaan nodded. “Yes.
Her nose is small but she puts it in everything.” This time Vaan shared Argan’s
humor and they went to assist the other Warlords with the training.
Ramar noticed them
first. “Overlord, Argan. Would you care to show these young ones how it is
done?”
Vaan checked with
Argan and his friend eagerly accepted the challenge. “I am open if the Overlord
is not afraid my skills have surpassed his.”
Vaan laughed and
stepped through the circle as the men parted to allow them to walk forward.
More Raasa and his Warlords drifted over. Word of the challenge spread quickly.
“No blood sport,”
Vaan warned. He would not injure Argan with Thenl so close to returning.
“Agreed,” Argan
smiled and unsheathed his weapon.
Vaan mimicked the
move. “Then it begins.” He launched the offensive and had the pleasure of
watching Argan’s eyes widen as he stumbled back and raised his sword to defend.
A wicked slash aimed at Argan’s lower legs was narrowly avoided and Vaan barely
managed to dodge Argan’s return strike.
Their swords met
in the middle but each pulled back quickly. Vaan edged around, seeking an
opening. Argan twirled his blade in his wrist until the sun glinted off the
shiny metal as it spiraled faster and faster.
Vaan laughed. Joy
filled his heart. “I taught you that trick, youngling.”
Argan changed his
stance and charged. Their blades clashed. The ring of steel hitting steel
filled his blood. The familiar steps of battle thrilled Vaan. Even in practice,
he lost himself in the beauty of the dance. Again and again, he struck at
Argan. The Warlord swiveled and returned the attack.
It was true they
matched each other evenly though Vaan occasionally held back. Their mock fights
often calmed both of them when their tempers ran high. Argan dipped to the side
and Vaan made his move. His blade slashed and clashed with Argan’s and followed
with a strong strike. Argan went to one knee.
Vaan stopped.
“Well played, Warlord.”
Argan leaped to
his feet. A grin broke out on his face. “I almost had you Vaan. Admit it.”
Vaan chuckled as
the crowd dispersed. “I will admit you almost lost your head but I pulled up.”
Argan frowned and
then joined him in laughter.