by Ivy McAdams
I tug on his hand and he doesn’t seem to need any explanation. He leads me to his dino-mount without hesitation.
Chapter 11
Kovak
I’ve never been painted by a female before, and I can’t deny the feeling of satisfaction that courses through every inch of me. I’m a successful warrior―the warrior Captain even―and yet, I’ve had no woman at my side to worry over me or give me my celebratory dip in the beast’s blood.
Gemma did all those things tonight. Fretted over my safety, even ran across half the valley to get there and do who knows what with her bare hands to make sure I was safe.
Then she painted me.
She hated it. A blind man could see that, but she did it anyway.
A deep appreciation and primal stirring settles deep in my body.
Though that could also be her nestled in front of me on my levadon. It’s worse than when she was in her small body. Her wide hips and ass are lodged right up against me, rocking back and forth as our mount moves. A pair of simple loincloths separate us and my cock strains against the leather, hard and desperate for more of her.
“What are we going to do with all that meat?” Gemma asks as we ride.
“Some warriors are staying to butcher and haul back pieces.” Meat is only part of what we take from the plaxa. “Others from the village will come out to help.”
“Should we be staying?”
We’ve traveled back through the forest at the top of the valley and move across the long field on the way back to the village. I lean into her so she can hear my voice, and feel my body.
“It is a perk of being the warrior Captain that I can give others jobs to do.”
“You’re a supervisor, I get it.”
“Only in situations such as this. I am the first into a fight. I would not ask my warriors to do something I would not. But this situation is different.”
She turns to look up at me and it’s difficult not to pull her in to take her mouth right there on the moving levadon.
“What’s different about this situation?”
She's a sly woman. I can see it in her eyes. Hear it in her voice. She's playing with me. She's not in search of an answer to quench her curiosity but to confirm her own desire. She knows where we're going. She just wants to hear it.
“I have a woman on my mount that honored me tonight.” I can’t help but touch her and put a hand to her face, palming her jaw and pressing my fingers against the pulse in her neck. “She deserves to be taken care of. And I know just the place.”
Her eyelashes flutter. “You do?”
Oh, this woman.
The primal growl that rumbles in my chest feels good.
“I have a bed full of the softest furs in the village. You’ll be most comfortable there.”
Her eyes twinkle in the starlight, and my cock pushes against her.
“Though if you’re not interested in soft, I’m sure it hasn’t slipped your attention that my body is eager for you.”
The breath she releases is a soft laugh, laced with embarrassment. I can feel it in her energy. Have I not only mentioned the truth? There’s no way she hasn’t noticed.
I move my hand against her cheek, swiveling her face back up to mine. Her gaze is hard to catch. She doesn’t seem to want to look at me for a moment.
Then those eyes are on me again.
The nerves are gone. The spark is back. Her energy reaches for me. I can smell it in the air.
My core muscles clench against a shiver of delight. Then I slide my hand from her face down her body, edging along at a pace that sends all my senses grabbing for more.
“And I believe…” I murmur into her hair as my hand dips lower, sliding over her belly. She gasps before my fingers can even dip between her legs. They lodge in tight, just as they did the first time I met her. I palm her, claim her. Feel her weeping for me already. “...you are eager for me too.”
A tiny cry escapes her lips and I wrestle down my urge to pull her off my levadon and into the grass right there at the edge of the village. My cock aches for her and I'm not sure I can make it any farther.
But I won’t have her here in the field with the sticks and stones. I will take her to my bed.
Our bed. In our home. Where I will make her my mate.
Gemma
Oh dear God, I bet that thing’s as long as my arm.
Or at least my human arm.
I press back against Kovak’s chest as we ride, and his cock rubs into me from my ass up the small of my back. It’s as hard as a rock and putting off so much heat it’s hard to keep my composure. Between that, his fingers between my legs, and the sweltering energy coming off him, I’m finding myself lost in a thrumming haze of lust and excitement.
The first buildings of the village are nearing, but I just can’t find the strength to sit quietly and wait. I move my seat just slightly, rubbing my ass back against Kovak’s lap. His cock jumps and his hot breath feathers my hair as he groans.
Holy fuck.
My limbs tremble and I clench my fists in front of me. I feel both limp as a noodle and as tight as a bowstring. I almost can't keep myself upright. I need something to hold onto up here.
Why the hell don't levadon have handles?
We step into the first row of huts in the village. Tall torch posts line the paths. There are many people gathered in the central community square, but the residential section is mostly empty. Except for that fellow who just stepped out and is eyeing us strangely.
I can only guess the levadon aren’t typically invited into the actual village area―I haven’t seen any others. But I suppose Kovak intends to ride us right up to the threshold.
As the stranger watches us, I find myself leaning farther back against Kovak to help conceal the bulge in his loincloth. Feeling his cock rub and jump up my back sends a rush of wet between my thighs and I bite my lip to keep from making any noise.
Which is more I can say for Kovak. The low growl that radiates from his body, through his energy waves, and hums into mine nearly has me coming unglued.
Our alien witness standing in the next row of huts lowers his head and continues toward the village center without looking our way again.
He’s no innocent though. I’m sure he knows to hightail it.
Because Kovak and I are getting ready to rumble this hut.
I don’t remember which one it is―they all look the damn same―but when he pulls the dino up to a quick halt, my body leaps to attention. I jump down with him, not waiting for instruction, and he sends the beast on its way. The levadon turns around, sniffing about as he meanders back the way we came in.
Then Kovak’s hands are on me and it’s about damn time.
His fingers dig into my hips as he half-lifts me through the doorway and I’m backpedaling. He kicks the flap loose from its ties and shrouds the one-room hut in darkness.
“You smell like fire, Gemma,” he growls, his breath so close to my face that it fans over my lips. “Your body burns for me.”
“Hell yeah, it does,” I half-moan, reaching hands out in the dark for him.
Fucking as aliens better go the same as humans, because there’s an empty ache between my legs that he needs to fix.
My hands slide over his huge arms, hard and taut with muscle. The scaly armor along the top of his shoulders is solid but not rough like I was expecting. It’s smooth, pieces locked together tightly in an impenetrable barrier.
He’s still moving me as my hands trail down his wide chest. Then my back hits the thick center post of the hut and the leather expanse over our heads quivers.
His fingers on my hips move down and he takes my ass in his hands, squeezing and moving one of my legs up into the air. I don’t need any further encouragement as I swing the leg up over his hip, pulling his body into mine. That glorious cock presses in hard between my thighs.
Holy shit, yes.
I roll my hips, grinding the length of it against me.
Kovak groans and I
move my hands up to his face. The moment my fingers reach around his ears and into the soft black hair, ready to jerk him to me, he lowers his face over me. His lips press hard to mine and his energy radiates with a heat that steals the breath from my lungs.
His mouth is strong and hot. Forceful but delicate, sensual in a way I wasn’t expecting from the warrior Captain.
At least it starts that way.
He’s burning as hot as I am, and it only takes a little bit of making out before his hunger is showing. More than just in his raging junk.
We twist and press in for more. Tongues dancing, mouths moving. I have to break just to catch my breath.
Then he picks me up all the way, hands on my ass again and my legs wrap around him. His hard cock is lodged in so tight against me that I can feel it pulse along my pussy.
“Come to my bed,” he breathes against my lips.
I manage a whimper of consent as I nod, though he probably can’t see me.
We’re moving again, and I can hear the sound of the happy villagers in the distance, the sound of his bare feet on his dirt floor. Then he drops me and I sink into a pallet of furs.
He was right, his bed is comfortable. But he was even more right about his option B. My body is crazy eager for him.
I scramble to sit up so I can reach for him. Undress him, hold that throbbing cock in my hands.
I want to taste him, to draw him deep into my body.
But he’s a step ahead of me. His hands are on my skin as he leans over the bed, sliding down my abdomen and into my skirt. Once his fingers dip into the waist tie of it, my hips are off the bed. I lift them high, shoulders pressed back into the furs.
“Take it, hurry,” I breathe.
His hands move faster with the granted permission. He pulls and tugs until the skirt slides down my legs.
“I wish I had a lamp lit to see you,” he says with a growl in his voice that moistens me all over again. “But there isn’t time. I must taste you now.”
My pulse leaps. It wasn’t what I was expecting, but as his hands slide down my legs to caress my inner thighs, parting me wide, I’m totally ready for him.
The bed shifts as he kneels in front of me and the anticipation in the darkness is utter madness. My breasts heave, my breath so heavy in my lungs I feel I might pass out.
Then his hot tongue touches my pussy and I bow up with a gasp.
Holy fuck.
The tip of his tongue slides through my folds, from bottom to top where it encircles my clit.
Every muscle in my body clenches tight and I do my best to hold myself together.
But his tongue is teasing me like nothing else. It presses and slides over my clit until my hips are moving against his face.
More.
I want more.
But I’m already not sure I can take it.
His lips slide down, his tongue swirling along my slit.
The growling sound he utters is like a purr. “You are even more intoxicating when you are wet for me.”
The fire in my veins surges. My lips part but I have no voice.
He licks through my slick folds again. “And you taste of the sun.”
My body shivers and I reach for him, fingers running through his thick hair. He rewards me with another long, slow lick, and then slides his tongue in to penetrate me.
My hips buck, and I moan.
Oh my God, he has a long tongue.
And strong.
And it’s moving.
He fucks me with it until I cry out, my hips trembling against his face.
His fingers dig into my thighs as he takes his fill of me, and I stare up at the black ceiling, lost in a wash of heat as the nerves in my belly bunch and roll. I’m going to fucking explode.
When he withdraws his tongue and slides it up to my clit again, I writhe in desperation.
I’m coiled so tight I think I might break.
His tongue pushes harder.
Oh shit, yes.
My hips buck as my pussy floods for him.
Yes!
My heat roars against him, begging for more.
And he gives it.
Lips and tongue, pushing me into oblivion.
I shout as it rocks my body so hard that I’m utterly lost. Bolts of energy and rushes of euphoria swamp me. All my muscles are firing at once, and Kovak pulls me closer. His tongue slides back down to my pussy as my hips buck and rock through the last of my energy surges. The contact on my buzzing skin makes me yelp as a rush of renewed moisture meets him.
But I can't take any more of his mouth.
I want his cock, and I want it now.
I lean forward and push him away so I can sit up.
My pussy is still thrumming, both in excited energy from having its sweet little world rocked and anticipation for more. The main show.
One of his hands slides around my back as I roll up to my knees and presses me up against his chest. He's on his knees on the bed too, and our bodies mold together, from thigh to chest, and the hot, hard length of him strains against his leather loincloth into my belly.
His lips crush into mine. They’re wet and slick as he devours me.
I kiss him like I’ve thirsted for him for years. Then I slide a hand in between our bodies.
I’ve got to get that cock in my fingers.
My palm slides over the taut leather, and his body jolts.
Yes.
That’s what I want.
I press my hand against him, teasing him through the loincloth, and his breath gathers against my lips.
“It is ready for you,” he says.
Fuck yes it is.
I pull at the long flap of leather, impatient to slide it free of our legs and knock it aside.
He leans back an inch to allow me to do so as he rumbles deep in his chest. “It has never burned like this for a woman. We must be a perfect match.”
New energy fills me. Appreciation and affection.
Except he doesn’t stop.
“We will make the strongest and keenest children. I am sure of it.”
Oh, shit.
My hand stills on his leather, fingers trembling ever so slightly.
Children?
That’s right. I’m a breeder. Brought in only to make the next round of silver alien babies.
My mouth falls open, but my mind is blank, void of any words I can use to describe that shock in my head. The total holy fuck that’s bouncing around in there.
I’ve been seduced to make babies.
Kovak was given a specific job. I heard it.
He brought me back here for that.
Not for me. For babies.
His hands move from my back to his loincloth, helping me pull it free.
To free that monster and do his bidding.
No!
I gasp and sputter as I fall back onto the bed, putting distance between us. My ears feel hollow, and there's a void of sound in the room as if I've fallen into a vacuum. But I can hear my blood pounding in my ears. My pulse hasn't even slowed down yet from my little escapade, and already it's roaring again.
Somehow the fear thumping is much louder.
I shuffle back until I reach the head of the bed. The other end is moving as Kovak’s hand slides over the furs in front of him.
“Gemma?”
He sounds confused.
I clench my eyes shut.
A part of me wants to believe in him. We’ve just shared a good night together. Especially after arriving back at the hut.
But the other part is louder, insisting that he did it on purpose. It was an act. Any way to get that damn babymaker inside me.
I snarl as I leap off the bed.
“Gemma, what’s wrong?”
He’s off the bed too and coming after me.
"It's too hot in here," I sputter. It's not the actual truth, but for some reason, my mouth won't form the angry words I want to shout at him. "I need some air."
I bump into the table near the tent do
orway. The one he sat extra clothes on earlier.
“Right now?”
He sounds disappointed, and why shouldn’t he? His plans have been foiled.
My hand runs over an extra loincloth and I snatch it free.
“Yes, now. I can hardly breathe. Too much excitement.”
That's half true. Between his hungry kisses and feasting on my body until it exploded, I had a hard time finding any breath for a while. Those amazing kisses and his delicious tongue.
Wait, no. No! It wasn’t real.
He’s full of shit.
“Come sit on the bed and rest,” he says. “I’ll get you some water.”
I shake my head as I slip the loincloth over my hips and step back into the doorway.
“Later. I need to be outside.”
I can hear the air leave his lungs as I duck under the tent flap and hurry out into the cool night air.
Even with all the torch lights burning around the village, the sky is lit up with an endless blanket of twinkling stars. I gaze up at them and draw in a long breath.
Freedom.
And before Kovak can come after me, I run out into the darkness.
Chapter 12
Kovak
Gemma may be a woman I find most interesting, one who tastes of sweet honey and is molded by the gods to match me and bare my children, but she may also be crazy.
As I stand in the darkness of the tent, watching the flap close behind her, I am at a complete and utter loss.
What just happened?
She could not deny her desire for me. Not before we arrived at the tent, when her body was humming with life and she could not keep it off me, and not after, when I took her to my bed as I promised.
She was encouraging the entire time, and I loved the hell out of it.
Then I got to taste her.
I’m ruined. A warrior who will never again be able to enjoy any other woman.
I could live with my head between her legs.
And from her cries and the way she pushed those hips up into my mouth over and over, she loved it too.
The moment her body found release and sent all her good energies out like an erupting volcano, I thought I might come with her before I could even get inside her.
