Runner's Moon Trilogy Megabook Series (14 page)

Jeb lowered her legs long enough to unlock the cabin door, then lifted her back up against his chest to carry her the rest of the way inside. He kicked the door shut with his foot and started to lower her onto the bed when Hannah's arms around his neck tightened.

"No. Don't let me go. Lay down with me for a few minutes, please?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. They were both still struggling with how close Carl had come to taking Hannah away. More than likely harming her. Possibly turning the situation into a hostage situation. All the what-ifs continued to float in the background like ghosts, threatening and frightful.

He stroked her back to help calm her. Or at least he hoped it would calm her. They hadn't had enough time to fully explore each other's bodies, to discover every nuance. Every ticklish spot. Each sensual patch of skin. Such pleasures would take weeks, maybe months to slowly explore. At the moment Jeb was going on pure instinct. He knew stroking the spinal plates on a Ruinos would calm a racing heart.

It wasn't long before Hannah's sweet lemonade smell began to fill his lungs. She lifted her face, silently begging for his kiss. His lips descended upon hers, gently yet urgently.

His hand came around to cup one of her full breasts, and he could feel the tip of it begin to poke him in the palm. Hannah 182

moaned into his mouth, and her sexual hunger flowed from her bloodstream into his.

Reluctantly he withdrew his tongue from her honeyed mouth and nibbled her earlobe. "T'korra, I'm afraid I won't be much good to you in this form."

She opened glazed eyes to look at him. "You really can't make love to me like this?"

He laughed softly. "To be honest, I don't know. I've never tried."

"No time like the present," Hannah whispered. Her fingers were already undoing the buttons on her blouse. Jeb took all of two seconds to come to a decision, then rolled over to untie the laces on his workboots.

They shimmied out of their clothing in record time. Hannah cuddled back into his embrace. The feel of her bare skin against his outer layer was new to both of them.

"God, you're so sexy," she breathed. Her moist tongue slid up his throat, sending streaks of white fire over every nerve.

The sensation threw him for a loop. In the back of his mind Jeb tried to figure out how he was able to focus directly on the brightness flashing inside of him. Her hand played with his faux nipple, and the jolt to his human genitals numbed him with its intensity. He gasped, then groaned and buried his face in her hair.

All these years he had equated his outer layer of skin to the feeling of wearing a thin glove. Pressure and touch were still there, but a lot of the finer nuances of feeling were gone.

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every taste and texture were increased a hundredfold. Colors were more vivid. Everything he did was awash in a thousand vibrant pixilations.

Each night he went running through the woods behind the motel, which were so much like his homeworld, he could sometimes forget he was not back there on that beautiful planet. And each night he let himself be swept away by the explosion of sensations bombarding him. It was as if he could open up his very cells and drink in the oxygen-rich air with its hundreds of scents and sounds.

But come the morning when he had to slip on the opaque covering, too many of those life-giving molecules disappeared. His body glove, as he often thought of it, masked nearly all those extra clues his body needed as a survival tool in day-to-day life. It masked them and muted them.

He had told Hannah he couldn't make love to her as a human. It hadn't been a lie; it had been a guess. For their first joining, he had to be his true self. It couldn't have been any other way. If Hannah couldn't accept him for what he was, there would have been no hope for them. Jeb was convinced if he had not claimed her as Ruinos that blood line in his arm would not have formed.

Now ... he was not so sure.

But the belief that there could be no sexual gratification while in his human guise was beginning to fade away under Hannah's eager mouth and warm hands. When her lips latched on to one of his nipples and began suckling, he could feel his human erection arching upward in response.

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Exquisite, rolling pleasure plummeted down into his stomach, only to shoot through his veins. He clutched her buttocks and squeezed, massaging the round, pale flesh.

Hannah released his nipple and inched her body downward until her groin was even with his. Parting her thighs, she let his manpipe slide between them before closing her legs tightly together. Her hips bucked, and Jeb knew he was trapped within her lusty web.

"How does that feel?" Her voice was rough, straining against the throaty moans she would make every so often.

"Incredible."

He couldn't think. At the most he condemned himself for his stupidity. His outer layer wasn't keeping him from relishing the sensations his life mate was evoking in him. Just the opposite. His human guise was keeping out all the myriad sensations that would have been bombarding him in his true form. Now he could focus on her. On just her and all the sharp, intense pleasure she was wringing out of him.

He could concentrate on just Hannah. On her scent. On the sweet softness of her skin. On the satiny threads of her hair tickling his groin. On the way her fingers found areas on his body he never knew could heat his blood until she touched them.

Giving her buttocks another squeeze, Jeb ground her mound against him. Their hips undulated together, and he felt her tremble against him.

"Jeb."

"Mmm?"

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He was lost in her. In her heat. In the power of her love.

He could still smell her lemony tartness, but it was not as strong. Instead the scent of her sexual hunger overshadowed everything else.

"What does t'korra mean?"

His mouth found her forehead. His tongue lapped the saltiness of her skin as he breathed in the odor of their combined wetness.

"You are my blood mate. My forever. My t'korra."

"Can I call you t'korra, too?"

Bending down his head, Jeb nuzzled her nose. "You would call me t'kor. Your protector. Your life partner."

"T'kor." Hannah tried to pronounce it with his accent.

Giggling softly, she lifted her arms until they locked around his neck. "T'kor Jebaral, I love you." And to prove she meant it, she squeezed her thighs together.

A soft snarl rose from his throat. The pressure on his manpipe sent blood gushing to his brain. His hands shaking, he ran them down her sides, over her ribcage, and stopped when he reached her hips. Flexing his fingers, he suddenly lifted her clear of the bedclothes. Hannah gave a little cry of surprise until she realized what he was doing. Lifting her outer knee, she threw her leg over his waist and waited for the impalement.

Slowly, steadily, he brought her down until he could feel the tip of his erection pressing at her entrance. Hannah wriggled her hips impatiently.

"I want to feel you inside me."

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"This is new to me. Give me a moment to absorb it," he whispered. He was throbbing with his own need. His skin felt on fire, burning him, forcing him to seek relief in her moisture. In the wet, slick moisture of her mouth and her womanhood. He could hear himself panting, feel the sweat coating his palms and belly, and he tried to force himself to slow down. Steady, steady. Or else he was afraid of hurting this beautiful creature whose life meant more to him than his own.

He pulled her down over him, nesting himself tightly within her, filling and expanding her channel. Fire was shooting through him, arcing in huge flames, licking and burning him.

It was too much. Too exquisite. Jeb cried out as Hannah deliberately squeezed him with her inner muscles.

Gathering him to her, she stroked his back until she could feel his breathing slow and his racing heartbeat grow more even. "Whoa, cowboy. What happened?"

"I was wrong." His voice was weak.

"Wrong?"

"Yes. I can make love to you this way. It's just going to be

... different."

Hannah giggled. The sound spasmed down to her deepest recesses. He moaned as her silkiness squeezed him, pumped him. Excited him beyond anything he had ever shared with another female.

"A good different, I hope."

"What are you doing to me, Hannah?"

"Trying to get pregnant. What do you think?"

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His head jerked up. Her loving blue gaze literally stole every other thought in his head. Hannah smiled as warm as the sun. "Well, you did say I wouldn't be able to have a baby unless we became blood mates, didn't you?" Jeb continued to stare numbly at her, mute with shock. She gave his shoulders a little shake. "Didn't you?"

"Y-yes."

"And my blood line is in your arm now, right?"

"Yes." He fought the urge to look at the inside of his arm.

He wouldn't be able to see it, but he could feel it. Like a tongue covered in burning crystals running up and down, just under the skin, sending minute shards of magma and ice directly into his brain. Hannah flexed her inner muscles again.

The shards looped around and shot straight into his manpipe.

His hips jerked once, twice, and he poured himself into her with a sob.

Hannah cradled him through his release. As the last of his shudders came to a halt, Jeb sought her lips. They kissed, tasting and savoring the intimacy. "Are you okay?" she whispered as he finally pulled away. When he didn't answer, she opened her eyes to see the light in his face glowing brighter. The heat in his eyes turned their golden flecks into live coals.

"I've had my prize. Now it's time I gave you yours."

He started to pull her up and off of him, sliding his growing thickness out of her. Hannah gasped and struggled in his grasp, but his arms were like solid oak. They held her firmly but without harming her.

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With a flick of his wrists, he turned her over, setting her back on the bed on her other side, facing away from him.

"Jeb?"

"I won't hurt you. But what you are going to feel may send you spiraling out into space, just like you did to me," he promised in a voice that raked her lust over molten glass. It was seductive and intense. Hannah could feel every nerve in her body grow tense. She lowered her head and shifted her hips until her buttocks were in the position he wanted them.

Those long, broad fingers dove between the cleft of her cheeks, sliding almost imperceptibly downward toward her entrance. The blunt nails teased her, scratching the tender inner skin as they dropped lower and lower. She moaned and tried to scoot closer to him, but his upper body had her firmly trapped where he wanted her.

He deftly played with the tight little hole of her anus for less than a moment. His interest was further down, in that heavenly musk he had already marked. Fingernails left tiny red trails across the swollen flesh and sent erotic signals to that part of Hannah's brain, leaving her feeling less human and more animal. The pink nub was pulsing, turning red and slick. Jeb ran a thumbnail over it, barely scraping it, and she bucked again at the nerve-searing messages flooding her; a faint whimper escaped her as she clasped the bedsheets with white knuckles.

"Oh, God, I can't take anymore, Jeb!"

"Yes, you can." His voice slid over her like warm syrup.

"No! I can't ... Jeb!"

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She was crying with frustration as she tried to move her buttocks into position but he held her firm. He ran his fingertips over the hot center of her being. Then, slowly, Jeb slipped a finger into her depths.

Hannah moaned loudly and begged for more. Begged for him. Begged for the release she was dying for.

Another finger went inside her. Then a third. Carefully, he pumped her. With every fiery stroke he titillated the stiff little nub within her folds until her muscles went rigid. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. Her struggles would have been enough to arouse him back to stiffness, but her responses washed over him like a returning tide. His member lengthened, hotter and harder. This was the first time he had explored that part of her which drove him mindless, and he reveled in her responses.

There was no way to describe the beauty of her body or of the perfection created when their bodies melded. She was a sweetness far greater than anything he had imagined. Far more wonderful than any sensory input he had ever experienced.

His father had been right. The blood bond was more than becoming a life partner. Hannah's life was inseparable from his. Her needs were his. Her passion filled his inner self with the same fire.

He could understand all of it now. Tears rolled down his cheeks with the realization.

Hannah cried out. Her sweat-slick bottom trembled under his hands. Suddenly rising to his knees Jeb pulled her up with 190

him. And before she could comprehend this new position, he entered her all the way with one forceful lunge.

She tried to scream when her body exploded with release.

As her inner walls closed over him, Jeb continued to make love to her, pulling in and out as flesh dragged over flesh, over nerve endings that felt like they were frying. In and out, relentlessly pushing himself all the way in until his groin met her dripping entrance before jerking out.

Hannah's cries were of the purest kind; the product of absolute ecstasy. Her fists beat against the mattress with every hard thrust that impaled her.

Like a faint light in the distance Jeb could sense her weariness. Her body was flagging, her responses growing muddy and disjointed. Gradually he slowed down until he reached a complete stop, withdrawing all the way with one final trembling jerk of his body.

Sated and wholly exhausted, he lowered himself back onto the bed. Rolling over onto his side, he gently tugged on the semi-conscious woman. Hannah fell into his lap without a sound.

Jeb pulled up his knees and wrapped his arms across her chest until he was like a protective ball and she was his center. Kissing her sweaty shoulder, he closed his eyes and gave in to his weariness.