“I believe we are soul mates,” Kage said emphatically. “Every instinct I possess urges me to claim you. But soul bonds are permanent, so you must be sure that spending the rest of your life with me is what you want when you allow me to claim you. I will give you as much time as I possibly can, and I will never do anything to harm you, so we can take this as slowly as you need.”
She nodded, understanding the seriousness of the warning. “Are you not allowed to touch me until I’m sure?” She ached for him, and desperately needed reassurance after the past week in the world below.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. They were both breathless and achy by the time he pulled away. “We can do anything we like, sweetness. But if I join my body to yours, it will reactivate the transfer link,” he warned, his lips still touching hers. “I will not scan your mind without a very good reason, but my empathic abilities will be heightened.”
“Will I sense your emotions too?”
He eased back so he could see her. “More than likely.”
As long as the connection was interactive, she had no problem with the added intimacy. “I have nothing to hide, my love. I’m no longer afraid.” Tired of the conversation and his hesitation, she stood and held out her hand. “I want to share pleasure with you, Overlord Razel. Please stop trying to talk me out of it.”
He chuckled as he quickly tugged off his boots, then stood and took her hand. They walked into the bedroom together, the decision solidified. They would make this journey side by side, equal partners from the beginning.
Feeling more confident and comfortable, she reached for the front of his uniform top. “How does this come undone?”
He slipped his fingers inside the collar and triggered some sort of release. The front of the garment parted, revealing a hint of his amazing chest and toned abdomen. She’d seen images of him in the “barbarian” outfit he often used to intimidate enemies. The strange ensemble left his chest and arms bare, but she was eager to touch what she had only seen. Pushing the sturdy cloth off his shoulders, she quickly stripped away his uniform top.
His gaze bore into hers as she ran her hands over his torso and arms. She had never seen muscles so starkly defined or well developed. “Does each mark have a specific meaning?” She ran her fingertips over one of the many images imprinted on or perhaps implanted in his skin.
“They’re called tattoos. And yes, each has meaning. Most commemorate an event or honor a fallen comrade.”
“Are they popular on Rodymia or Ontariese?” She hoped their conversation would distract him so she could continue exploring his body. Touching him was addictive. The more she partook, the more she craved.
He caught her wrist and brought her wandering hand to his lips. “I spent many years on Earth during the worst of my rebellion. Tattoos are a human form of expression.”
She outlined one particularly graphic image with the tip of her finger. Not surprisingly, it was a battle scene that extended along his side from hip to underarm. “There’s a certain savage beauty about them.” She looked up and smiled. “But then, that applies to all of you.” The depths of his eyes transformed from black to vibrant green. She’d seen the change before but thought it a trick of the light. “Are your eyes naturally green? You said you disguised yourself when you went on the run. How different is your natural appearance?”
“Do we have to do this now?” He sighed and took a step back. “My hair is lighter and longer, and yes, my eyes are green. I am not reptilian or bright blue. I assure you, I don’t look that much different.”
“I’m sorry.” She averted her gaze as her awkwardness intensified. “I haven’t done this for a long time, and I become overly talkative when I’m nervous.”
His warm fingers curved around her chin and gently tilted her head back. “I will never hurt you or pressure you to do something you’re not ready to do. You are my precious rebel elf. I really will hold you if this doesn’t feel right.”
Pleased by the endearment, she moved closer and placed her hands on his chest. “It feels wonderful.”
He reassured her with a long, lingering kiss as he deftly worked the fastenings that ran down the back of her gown. Her heart fluttered wildly, and her nipples tingled. Breast support was built into the bodice, so one swish of material and she’d be bared to the waist. But he didn’t immediately remove the gown. He caressed her back and pressed her against his hard body, his mouth never leaving hers.
Gradually, she relaxed and gave herself over to the rising passion. Her core ached, ready to feel him moving inside her. She returned his kiss with greater hunger, delving into his mouth as he eased one of the gown’s straps down, and then the other. She pulled her arms free, but the press of their bodies kept the dress in place.
“Show me,” he whispered, emotion thickening his tone. “I want to see you.”
I want to see you too. She kept herself from saying the words, but they sounded in her mind. He was still hiding from her, and it made her sad.
“I’m not hiding from you, Eza. I’m not that person anymore. I haven’t been for a very long time.” He spread his arms, frustration clear in his expression. “This is who I am now, who I will be for the rest of my life. Why is my past so important?”
She didn’t want to argue. The last thing she needed was more conflict. Kage offered comfort and pleasure, support and affection. Hopefully, trust would develop with time. She took a deep breath and stepped back, allowing the gown to slip down the length of her body. She kicked off her shoes, then her undergarments, and waited for his reaction. She was tall for a Sarronti female, yet the human females the Outcasts hoped to claim were taller and more generously curved. Would he find her lacking, boyish or scrawny?
His gaze swept the length of her body, lingering in all the usual places. “You’re stunning, love. Perfect.” He dragged his index finger from the base of her throat, through the valley between her breasts and circled her navel. Then his gaze locked with hers, and he gently cupped her breast. “Bearing my children could change the shape of this firm, young body, as time will likely change the shape of mine. But nothing and no one will alter the intensity of my desire for you. You are my perfect mate. I will never want another as long as you live. Now pull down the bedding while I hang up your dress.”
She found his need for order endearing, so she did as he directed. Then crawled onto the middle of the bed and drew the sheet up to her chin. She was thrilled that he found her pleasing, but it still felt odd to be naked in front of anyone. She even made her personal assistant leave before shedding her undergarments.
Kage hung her gown in a wardrobe built into the wall but left her shoes and underwear in the center of the room. The contradiction made her smile. Was he slowing himself down for her benefit? If so, the strategy was flawed. All the anticipation was only making her more nervous.
“Lights to thirty percent,” he commanded as he reached the bedside. The room dimmed, and he slipped off his pants and socks. He didn’t wear underclothes, or they’d come off with his pants. She enjoyed a quick glimpse of his lower body as he slipped into bed beside her, but it made her want a more lingering look. “Come here,” he coaxed as he closed his arms around her. “You still look like you’re ready to bolt.”
“I’m not. I’m not afraid of you. I just feel...awkward. Until you, the only male I ever kissed was Lorton.”
He eased her down onto her back and spread out beside her. After slipping his arm under her neck, he pulled the sheet to her waist and paused to look at her again. “We’ll go nice and slowly. I promise.” His mouth covered hers as his hand caressed her breasts. There was nothing hesitant about his touch now. He stroked her boldly, his long fingers and warm palm easily enveloping the small mounds.
She arched into his touch, losing herself in the familiar pleasure of kissing him. His taste soothed her, and his gentleness washed away the last of her inhibitions. His thumb teased her nipple, sparking sensations that made her restle
ss for more intimate caresses.
He took the kiss deeper, and she eagerly followed, stroking his arms and back as he eased the sheet lower. His hand brushed along her hip, then pulled her up onto her side so he could explore her back and bottom. He scooted closer, pressing his pelvis against hers. She stilled, feeling the undeniable proof of his desire hard against her belly. Was he really as big as he felt?
Curious now, she eased her hand between them and curved her fingers around his shaft. Holy Mother Creator, were all the Outcasts built like this? She stroked him from root to tip, growing more and more excited with each gliding stroke.
“Stop,” he groaned, catching her wrist. “I need you too badly for that.”
“I’m not sure you’ll fit inside me.” She felt like a foolish adolescent admitting her concern, but the words were out before she could stop them. “All the Outcasts are much bigger than most of the Sarronti males.”
“Arrista and Torrin are bonded. And I’ve caught more than a few of the perimeter guards sharing pleasure with other Sarronti females. I won’t hurt you, love. I’ll make damn sure you’re ready to take me.”
Not trusting herself to speak, she simply guided his hand to her breast and found his mouth with hers again. He had to be right. She didn’t know Arrista well, but the Sarronti refugee seemed genuinely happy with her new mate.
Kage’s affection was obvious in every touch, every kiss. She relaxed into his embrace and pushed her thoughts aside. Conflicts and responsibilities surrounded them, but one night of mindless pleasure was not too much to ask.
She explored his sides and back, squeezing his firm backside as she rubbed against his erection. “I ache,” she whispered into his mouth.
“Me too.” He eased her over onto her back and positioned himself on top of her.
Instinctively parting her thighs, she bent her knees and made room for him between her legs. He knelt there staring down at her, and she realized he could see her entire body, all her secrets were open and on display.
“You are so damn beautiful.” He traced her slit with his fingertips, just brushing her intimate flesh then moving on. He caressed her belly, then squeezed her breasts, working her nipples into tight little peaks. “And these,” he lightly twisted one side and then the other, “beg for more than just caresses.” He bent and demonstrated his meaning.
His lips closed around one nipple, sucking firmly while he stroked the other with his fingers. She arched and moaned, amazed at the sensations ricocheting through her body. Her clit twitched, and her core tightened as an orgasm gathered low in her abdomen. How was he doing this? She never peaked this quickly. Sometimes she was lucky to have an orgasm at all.
With his mouth still lavishing attention on her breasts, he slipped one of his hands between her thighs. The first brush of his fingers against her clit triggered the building orgasm. She cried out and arched helplessly as her core clenched and every nerve ending in her body seemed to fire at once.
He chuckled and pushed two fingers into her needy core. “Do it again,” he urged. “Come on my fingers.” He slid his hand back and forth, filling her again and again.
His fingertips rubbed against the front wall of her passage as they slid in and out. The tingling tension built again, but it felt different this time, deeper and more widespread. She rocked her hips, driving herself onto his hand. She felt wild and brazen, unashamed of her obvious need. He kissed her, echoing the thrust of his fingers with the slide of his tongue. It was raw and overtly sexual, yet still a teasing foreshadowing of what she really wanted.
Their lips separated, and she opened her eyes. He watched her closely, his gaze now bright green. The realization was instantly forgotten when his thumb brushed over her clit. She cried out and tightened her inner muscles. He repeated the stroke at the apex of each thrust, quickly driving her toward completion.
Her second orgasm unfolded gradually, building in steady waves until it swelled into a rolling finish rather than exploding. He smiled, bracing himself on one forearm as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Relax and accept me. If you tense, I won’t be able to keep my promise.” He covered her clit with his thumb, stroking the sensitive nub with a light circular motion as he pushed the head of his cock just inside her. “You okay?”
She nodded. Her core opened for him, stretching around his thickness. He pushed deeper, and she forced herself to remain still, to relax and welcome him. Kage was her mate. She was meant to join with him, and he was meant to fill her, not just with his hardness, but his seed and eventually his children.
Another slow push made her whimper. “Kiss me, please.”
Immediately, his mouth covered hers, and she focused on the slow, deep kiss. His lips were soft, his tongue warm. But there was no ignoring his massive cock. He stretched her to the very brink of pain, yet she was soaking wet and determined to take him, to enjoy her mate.
When their pelvises were nearly flush, he paused and focused on her clit. “Come again, love,” he directed, his skilled touch ensuring that she obeyed.
She cried out as yet another orgasm hit her, rocking her head back as powerful sensations pulsed through her body. Her core tightened around his shaft, accenting how well he filled her, but a fresh rush of liquid eased his way as he drew nearly out.
He paused for a moment, with just his tip inside her. “Look at me, Eza.”
Her body was still zinging with aftershocks, but she dragged her gaze back to his.
“You are mine.” As if to prove it, he thrust his entire length deep inside her.
She cried out as a sensory echo nearly as strong as her orgasm burst inside her.
“And I am yours,” he concluded. And then his hips began a steady rocking that drove rational thought from her mind.
She clung to him, aware of nothing but the demanding slide of his body against and into hers. The rest was a blissful blur of sensation and emotion. Their psychic link came alive, and his emotions rushed into her mind, hot and consuming. She’d known he desired her. He hadn’t really tried to hide the fact, but she’d had no idea how incendiary his need had become.
He cried out sharply, pleasure twisting his features. She felt the warm rush of his seed deep inside her, but his hips didn’t stop, and she quickly realized he was still rock-hard. He rolled to his back, and she folded her legs beneath her so she could move her hips up and down.
“How many times can you spill before you soften?” She shifted the angle of her body until her clit rubbed against his shaft.
“Don’t know,” he said in between panting breaths. “This has never happened before.”
Pleased that he was experiencing unusual reactions too, she sat up and braced her hands against his chest so she had more control over the motion.
The bouncing of her breasts drew his attention, and he covered them with his hands, squeezing gently as she rocked over him. “Harder,” he urged, then arched up, meeting each of her downward strokes.
The aggressive rhythm satisfied him for a while. He played with her breasts and teased her nipples as she eagerly rode his hard cock. She came again, sharp little burst of pleasure that faded much too quickly. As she opened her eyes and looked at his face, she realized that he’d climaxed too. She squeezed him and confirmed her suspicions. He was still fully erect.
He lifted her off his hips, turned her around, and placed her on her knees. Then he urged her over until her forearms found the mattress. She understood the position and moved her legs farther apart, but he caught the front of her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She glanced back and found him standing on the floor rather than kneeling on the bed. His cock stood out from his body, clearly eager to be back inside her.
Sensual curiosity rushed through her, and she licked her lips. What would it feel like, taste like, to pleasure him with her mouth?
“Keep looking like me like that, and you’re going to find out,” he warned with a sexy grin.
She gasped. “I didn’t say that out loud.”
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“Our connection is wide open, but it will fade as we calm down.”
“If we ever calm down.” She was still just as turned on as if she hadn’t had multiple orgasms.
He moved in close behind her and stroked her flushed slit with the head of his cock. “Gods, you’re wet. Is all this for me?”
“Always,” she whispered, then shivered. If he claimed her, Kage would be the only lover she had for the rest of her life.
“Does that frighten you?” He slowly pushed back inside her as he waited for her answer.
Avoiding the question wasn’t an option. Even if she didn’t speak the words, he’d read the answer in her mind. A little. I’d just started to enjoy what it felt like to have no one in authority over me.
He steadied her hips with a firm grip. I don’t want to be your master. I want to be your mate. His first few strokes were slow and steady, but his tempo rapidly built.
For many, it’s one and the same. She lowered her forehead to her folded arms and offered her wet, willing body to the pounding drive of his shaft. He’d already given her more orgasms than she thought possible. Now it was her turn to pleasure him. She couldn’t really move in this position, could just remain still and surrender. She felt his seed jet again, but his rhythm never faltered. This could go on all night if something didn’t give.
I want a partner, Eza, not a pet, he insisted, yet his thrusts grew faster and harder. Her passivity clearly excited him. He reached around her hip and found her clit with his long middle finger. “Come with me, mate. Pleasure should always be shared.”
She heard the words with her ears and in her mind. He’d made sure she understood his preference. She thought she was too relaxed and too sated to cooperate, but he thrust into her in a frantic series of drives then shuddered against her as his seed bathed her inner walls. His pleasure rolled into her mind and her overstimulated senses proved her wrong. Her final orgasm was the strongest and sweetest because she could sense his pleasure too. Emotions flowed from his mind into hers and back, prolonging the pleasure for both.
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