“Not a bit.”
I run my hand over his cock and it springs to life, as though my hand controls it.
“You’ve had your turn, so now it’s mine.” He starts with my breasts and teases them for bit, but then he turns his focus on what I mostly want him to. What lies between my legs.
“Serena, I’ve had to wait too long for this.” Hands separate my thighs and his tongue works its magic with punishing finesse. I wind and twist all over the bed like a tornado. My limbs thrash until he clamps his hands on my thighs, keeping them spread open. When I’m close, he slips two fingers inside of me, massaging me, but then stops. “Is this what you want?” he murmurs against me.
“Yes,” I moan. Only it comes out more like a squeak.
He resumes with his tongue and fingers, licking, pressing, massaging, and stops again. I cry out. “What are you doing? I didn’t do this to you.”
“Are you going to let me claim you without a fight?”
Huh. I suck my breath in so fast. “This is sexual blackmail.”
“Call it what you will.” He licks me again. One long slow, lingering swipe. It’s positively delicious; I’m almost delirious with want.
“Please,” I beg.
“I’ll give you exactly what you want. What you need. Just tell me what I want to hear.”
“Yes, dammit.”
“Yes, what?”
“You can claim me.”
Then his tongue and fingers go back to work, relentlessly licking and massaging until I break apart on his tongue and hand. I am delirious but he kisses me and I taste myself on him, and find I want to kiss him even more because of it. Our little deal is temporarily forgotten as I plaster myself against him and find I can’t seem to get enough.
“I need more of you. Hurry.”
“Patience, Serena.” He leans back and just watches me for a second. Then he moves between my legs and wraps his hand around his cock. Sabin is gorgeous as he hovers there, handling himself. I’ve never seen anything like it.
I’m so desperate to feel him inside of me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this way. “Hurry,” I prod.
He holds himself and says, “Okay,” and he eases it in a little, and then out. But I want him hard and fast and I’m shaking for it.
“Please, Sabin.”
“Hang on,” he groans. And then with one huge thrust, he’s all about what I’m asking for.
He grabs my hips, trapping me in his hands, and hits his stride. And it’s exactly what I need. His scent wafts in the air and I’m bathed in it. My hands clutch his ass and I start moving, my pelvis tilting to meet him. He’s in so deep, hitting me on all the right spots, and I don’t understand how, but soon I’m close to coming again. His voice halts my actions.
“Don’t come.”
“Why not?”
He pulls out and his movements are quick. Pillows are piled up and he flips me over, my hips on top of the cushy mound. I rest my weight on my elbows, expecting to feel him slide inside of me, but it’s his mouth and fingers I feel instead. I come in an explosive orgasm as my back arches and I cry out his name. What the hell is on his tongue? Then he licks his way to the checks of my ass and I can feel his teeth sink in—not too hard though. But it’s enough to make me moan in pleasure. His mouth doesn’t miss a single spot on my body. He kisses and licks me everywhere and by the time he reaches my neck, I am a flaming inferno, my need for him unexplainable.
“Serena, I’m going to fuck you hard, like I’ve never fucked you before. Tell me if it’s too much. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He nips my shoulder with his teeth and scrapes my neck with them. At this point, I’m not even sure if I’m breathing.
But I know I am when he enters me. He starts slow, inching his way in, and when I am stretched with him, he eases out and then he begins. And oh my, is it impressive. Or at least I think it is. I’m so overwhelmed by it, I’m not sure. He touches upon every sensitive spot I have and I’m not sure if it’s because he knows what I’m thinking or if it’s because his body adapts or does something special. He twists my hair around his hand and pulls my head back for a long, deep kiss. I am out-of-control on fire with desire. And my sexual response is as heightened as it’s ever been. I feel as though I’m some kind of an animal, because I want to scratch him, run my nails over the skin on his back, leave my mark on him somehow. I want others to know he’s mine and that we had this type of sex. This is crazy! Why am I thinking like this?
Another climax rams into me and I scream his name as he thrusts into me. He’s bent over me, holding me close to him. And then I feel his body stiffen, and he stops breathing for a second as he groans in the yummiest way. His fluid pumps into, warming me, and I know he climaxes. When he’s done, he pulls out, lies flat on his back, and puts me on top of him.
Without preamble he begins, “I never meant to cause you so much pain yesterday and for that I’m sorry. I was completely over-the-top pissed when I found out what you did and the danger you put yourself and everyone in. Had I known the outcome of my mind invasion, I never would have done it. I hope you believe me. You must also know that I claim you with honor. I will not treat you badly, as you suspect. I swear this to you. It is for your protection, Serena.”
This is super weird. This claiming bit. Honestly, I don’t know what to think about it. It’s such a foreign concept that I’m not sure where my thoughts lie. But a part of me is oddly turned on by it. It does kind of have that caveman ring to it.
I lift my hand and rub my forehead, but when I go to put it back down, he grabs it. I curl my fingers around his.
“Do you even like me a little, Sabin? Because I can’t belong to someone who doesn’t even care a tiny bit for me. I grew up with parents like that so I don’t think …”
“Yes, I like you. More than a little. Do you think we could just have this type of sexual experience together if we didn’t like each other?”
“There is attraction …”
“Don’t lie to yourself, Serena. You’re much too intelligent for that.”
He’s right. I do like him, too. Sometimes. But there is that head butting thing we do, when he pisses me off so much I could wring that neck of his. And then kiss the hell out of him. What is wrong with me? Don’t even tell me I have a case of lusting after the bad boy. Oh, no! The last thing I ever wanted. UGH!
“I’m not bad.”
“Stop fucking reading my thoughts!”
He holds both hands up and says, “Sorry. It’s very difficult for me when they all but pop out of your head in a shouty voice. I don’t plan on doing it, honestly.”
“Then I may as well quit talking all together.”
“Don’t. The sound of your voice is a turn on. It’s very sexy.”
He pulls the corner of his lower lip into his mouth, biting down on it, and that’s it. I have to kiss him again. I tug it out of his mouth with my teeth and kiss him. It’s a full-fledged kiss, too. But he takes control again, always the one that has to lead. And Sabin is definitely a leader. It’s okay, because he can kiss me into heaven any day of the week, if he wants.
“You’re ready for more?” he asks.
“It was your sexy mouth. That thing you did when you kind of sucked on your lower lip was my undoing.”
“Ah. I’ll have to remember that.” He rolls us to our sides and enters me. It’s slow this time, but every bit as sensuous. Again, he seems to touch every spot when he moves.
“How do you do that?”
He only grins in response. “It is good or no?”
“Oh, it’s good. You shouldn’t have to ask.”
“I don’t, but I want to hear you tell me. I like to please you, Serena.”
“Oh, you do way more than just please me, Sabin.”
My leg curls around him and I press him closer to me. Grinding against him, I flex my hips and he meets me time and time again. It almost feels like something grows inside of me, and hits all the right buttons.
“Tell me when you’re c
lose,” he says.
“I’m almost there.”
He flicks his hips and rotates them and I crash. I’m now liquid in his arms. He comes right after, and then kisses me.
“Serena, can I get you anything to eat? It’s been a while for you.”
“I am hungry and I’d like a shower.”
“I don’t want you to shower. I love your scent mixed with mine.” He nuzzles my neck.
“Sorry. We’ll have to do another mix then because I feel a bit grungy.”
“That can be arranged. I need a shower, too. I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.” He waggles his brows at me.
“Okay, as long as you don’t hog the shower spray.”
“Me? Never!”
We get up and head to the bathroom. He promises to be quick and wash my back. When I’m doing my hair, he heads out to the kitchen to grab us some food. I make him promise to hurry back because I’m starved. It’s then I start to think what the hell have I just agreed to?
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That went a lot smoother than I thought it would. Throwing on some clothes, I hurry out of the room, shaking the excess water out of my hair as I go. Now that I think of it, I never bothered to towel it off.
When I hit the kitchen, there are three pairs of curious eyes on me. They know what I’ve been up to. They can scent me out. Rafe is the first to speak, while Edge and Verus watch with great interest.
“Well?”
“We’re hungry,” I answer.
“That’s it?”
I whip around and shoot them an icy stare. “While you may think I’m your entertainment for the day, think again. At best, this has been a difficult situation.” Then I walk up to the food processor and proceed to create two meals.
Rafe approaches me. “Did you claim her?”
I spin back around and ask, “What the fuck do you think I did, Rafe? Do you think I’m going to let her …” I stop and shake my head. “Yes, I claimed her.” I look to see three faces grinning at me. “Wipe the smiles off your face. This is a dangerous situation she faces. When Ali’yah finds out, Serena will, ah hell, I don’t even want to think about that. Edge, I need you to place my mark on her wrist.”
“Sabin, you did what’s right. It would be much worse for her if you hadn’t claimed her. Does she know about Ali’yah?” Rafe asks.
My glare would wilt every plant in a greenhouse if I were standing in one. “What do you think?”
“You need to. If not now, then soon.”
“Mind your own fucking business. All of you.” I put our plates on a tray, grab some drinks, utensils, napkins, and I stomp out of there. There are some pointed truths to what Rafe said. But they are truths I don’t want to face. Ali’yah is dangerous and that is one more layer of shit added to this already fucked up mess we are in. My ass is in for it as it is; finding Judgment Day is my number one priority but somehow, protecting Serena has wedged its way right on up there, too. The Council is going to shred me for this.
As I juggle the tray, I turn the knob and kick the door open to find Serena in the middle of the room, naked. The tray nearly ends up on the floor. The woman has a way of disorganizing my neurons. I clumsily save the tray, regroup, and set it down on the bed.
“Finally. I’m famished.” She plops down on the side of the bed and grabs a fork.
“Are you going to eat naked?”
“Yeah,” she answers, her mouth full. “Is that a problem?”
“Yes, it is.” I glance down at my cock and her gaze follows mine.
She sets her fork down. “Did I do that?”
“What do you think, Serena?”
“I, ah, do you want me to take care of that?”
“While I’d like to say yes, we need to eat. We can’t stay in bed all day.”
“Why not?”
“Can you do me a favor and put some clothes on? It’s very distracting trying to carry on a conversation with you in such a state.”
“You don’t like me naked, then?”
My patience runs thin. I tear my hand through my too-long hair and blow out my breath. “What do you think?”
She grins. “I think you like me naked.”
“Of course I like you naked! Christ, Serena, I’ve fucked you every way but sideways. No, I take that back. I’ve fucked you sideways, too. I can’t think straight when you’re naked. Now put on some fucking clothes!”
“Jeez. You don’t have to be so testy.” She walks to the closet to dress. Her ass sways seductively as she sashays. She’s doing this on purpose. I growl because I want to tackle her, throw her on the floor, and take her right where she stands. I have very little control around this woman. But I’m going to have to gain some because I can’t afford to stay in bed all day with her, as I’d like.
“You wear your bruises well.” Her ass is covered in a very light dusting of purple where I bit and nibbled it during our lovemaking. Looking at it makes me want to do it all over again.
“Do I? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Do they hurt?” I need to know because I don’t want to cause her pain. I’ve done enough of that already.
“No. Like I said, I hadn’t noticed.”
“Good. Your ass was made for that.”
She faces me and says, “Sabin, if you keep talking, you’re going to have to do something about this.”
“About what?”
“The state you’ve put me in.” Her voice is sultry.
“Finish dressing and eat, Serena.” I sit and begin to do so myself. The food tastes like sand.
She soon joins me and eats. “So, will you tell me what happened yesterday?”
When I found her missing, I was a maniac. Verus did a search and discovered her on that stupid boat. We located her and when I did that mind invasion, I never expected her to react like that. “As I told you, it was highly unusual. You should have never responded as such.”
“How did I get back here?”
“We had to use the Transcender, which may have amplified your response. You’re not used to it. And it can leave some strange side effects. We also had to erase the memories of your comrades. They don’t remember you being on the boat.”
“What about Dan?”
“We took care of him, too.”
“What made my head stop hurting?”
“Medication. When you awakened, it was gone. But I have bad news. The Shaurok are gone. When they didn’t show up with you out there, we now have to assume they have Judgment Day. This is terrible news for us. We have to go and seek it out.”
“How do you know where to search?”
“We go to their Mastermind.”
“Mastermind?”
“He’s the one who controls the Shaurok.”
“Oh, I think you mentioned that before. So where is this Mastermind?”
“We have to locate him because he moves around.”
“How?”
“You are filled with questions, aren’t you?” I really wish she’d stop because I don’t like giving her all these answers.
“Well, if we’re going after this Master Dude, I’d like to know where he is.”
“Serena, we are not going anywhere. You are going to my home where you’ll be safe for the foreseeable future. My men and I will seek out the Mastermind.”
“Wait! You’re going to drop me off on some strange planet and abandon me?”
Dammit! I knew she would object to this. “It’s not like that. There are people there that will keep you company and protect you.”
“But I want to stay with you.”
“It’s far too dangerous. I can’t put you in that situation.”
“I insist.”
“You are untrained. You could die.”
“Train me.”
“Absolutely not. You watched us fight. I will not expose you to that.”
“Then put me in the sec center. I can help there.”
“No. Serena, I will not relent on this.”
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p; “Then I stay here.”
“Is that skull of yours fashioned out of steel? Because it’s hard as hell.”
“No harder than yours.” And she stands up, crosses her arms, and taps that damn toe of hers. Now I’m in for it.
“This is not up for discussion.”
“You’re right. It’s not.” She sits back down in a huff, eats her food like an automaton, and when she’s finished, goes into the bathroom and locks the door behind her.
I carry the tray back to the kitchen to face the men. They’re all present and accounted for and I know what they’re all thinking when I walk in.
Rafe pipes in, “You having fun back there?”
“I swear to god, I’m going to knock every one of your teeth out if I hear another word out of you about her.” I throw the tray down, hearing plates break, and tromp out of there. But then I turn around, see a sea of laughing faces that I want to punch, and say, “She fucking wants to come with us. To find the Mastermind. Laugh now, assholes.” Every one of their smiles turn into gaping maws.
“She can’t do that,” Edge says. “That’s crazy.”
“Don’t you think I’ve told her that? She wants to learn to fight. Stubborn woman. You try talking to her while you’re marking her. I’m up to here with it,” and I slice my finger across the top of my head.
“You’re serious? You want me to talk to her?”
“I want anyone to talk to her because she obviously doesn’t believe me!” I throw a chair and it breaks when it hits the wall. Dammit, I swore to myself I was done with breaking furniture. Fuck. It. All.
“What should I say?” Edge asks.
“I don’t know. Tell her anything. Tell her giant squid live where we’re going and they’ll suction her head off with their tentacles only after they squirt her with their poisonous ink.”
“I can’t do that! She’ll know it’s a lie.”
“Edge, you dumbass, I’m joking. Come up with something plausible for fuck’s sake. I need someone to convince her this is a life or death scenario.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“You have sisters, yeah?”
“One.”
“Use your sister logic to get her off this crazy notion. Tell her about my home. Let her think it’s a fantasy land, complete with pink ponies.”
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