by Juno Wells
“I do tonight, ‘cause you’re smelling fantastic again tonight.”
“You like my mating scent?”
“I love it.”
His dark eyes sparkled with happiness.
Stacy murmured, “You have beautiful eyes.”
“All the better to see you with, my queen.”
She tilted her head sideways a bit, trying to figure out if he was actually quoting an Earth children’s story. His head dropped and he lifted his top lip in what could only be described as a sexy snarl.
“I see you have sharp teeth as well.”
“I will use them to graze over your tender flesh, arousing and teasing you with what I have.”
She almost laughed. He clearly wasn’t clued in on Earth stories. “That sounds sexy.” Yep, for some godforsaken reason she was all on board with him running those sexy fangs over her skin, not doubting for a minute that it would tantalizing.
His gaze turned more heated and his tongue slid out to run across his bottom lip. Shock ripped through her mind. “You have a forked tongue.” How had she never noticed that before?
His wings unfurled in a dramatic display of dominance. “You will like to feel it against your sex. I intend to taste every square inch of your lovely form tonight. You were wise to choose an experienced breeder, for I am the most skilled among all the males on this ship.”
“Bring it on, handsome. I’ve been waiting a very long time to find the right man.”
“All will be as you wish, my queen.”
“For once that sounds thrilling rather than annoying.”
“You are selecting me as your mate?” Meric looked into her eyes. The moment changed keys from sexy banter to serious. On his face was the only soft look, the only vulnerability she had ever seen there.
“Yes, a thousand times over. If you’ll accept me. You’re the only one I’ve ever met who—” A lump in Stacy’s throat made her voice break. “I want you and no one else,” she whispered.
“I like that you are direct.” Meric was whispering too. “I wish to be your breeder and mate, but I wish something else too.” When he bent his head down to run his face along the side of hers, his tongue came out and licked the shell of her ear, making her gut clench. He whispered, “I wish you to give yourself over to me as well. I wish us to belong to each other.”
Stacy groaned, pulling him closer. “I’ve been yours in my mind since the day I laid eyes on you.”
That must have been the response he was looking for, because he grasped a handful of her hair and turned her head to have better access to her neck. He nipped, licked and nuzzled her, finding all her sensitive spots and thoroughly exploiting them. Though he did nothing that seemed like a human kiss, his hot mouth was sensual enough to make her wet inside of a minute. Something about that forked tongue was really turning her on. When it moved over her nipples, her clit throbbed in tandem with his licks.
When Meric began to move down her body, he peeled the rest of her clothing off as his mouth adored her delicate skin. He stopped above her mound and ran his finger over the little strip of soft brown curls.
“I like this. What do you call it?”
Confused, Stacy blanked out momentarily. Did it even have a name? She shook her head, and it finally came to her. “It’s called pubic hair. I know it’s not a very cool name, but that’s what we call it.”
Running the back of one finger over it, he played with it for a moment, clearly curious. Glancing up at her, he smiled. “You smell especially nice here, as well.”
She felt her face heating at his overt admiration. “Thank you. You smell nice too.”
She watched his face drift between her legs and braced for the pleasure that was sure to come.
~ Meric ~
Having a playful and submissive queen was everything Meric dreamed it would be. He was naked and pleasuring a queen with no fear of being harmed. For perhaps the first time in his life, he was enjoying himself at this. Everything about this sensory experience spoke to him as a male. The softness of her body was particularly intriguing. Her scent called to him, making his mouth water for a taste. Swiping his tongue through her tender folds made his wings jerk and his cock harden painfully.
He was vaguely aware that his mating scent was swamping the room, luring her into a pleasure-induced stupor. He had this human queen exactly where he wanted her, under his body and his total control. She squirmed but he pinned her thighs open and ran his forked tongue over her until she moaned his name. Sliding his tongue over a tiny hard nub caused her to scream his name in pleasure. That was clearly her sweet spot. He attacked it with a vengeance, twirling the end of his tongue around it until she was a hot sweaty mess beneath him. Then he slid a finger into her tight body, needing to feel if it was as warm and snug as he imagined. It was all that and more. Meric was only pleased with himself when her body released in hard orgasm.
He moved back up her body and looked into her eyes. The warrior he saw reflected back at him was one he could finally be proud of. He might have been a protector of worlds before he met her, but now that he was chosen by a tender-hearted queen, his life would be filled with all the things it had never occurred to him to want from his former Draconian queen. Now he was would love a queen who respected his opinions and allowed him autonomy. Gone were the days when he had to humble himself and beg to release his seed. His new queen would happily welcome all that he offered.
“That was amazing.”
Her breathless voice and admiring eyes made him swell with pride. Tangling his hand in her hair, he sealed his lips over hers and plundered her mouth like he owned her. When he pulled back, her finger was gently pressing into his stomach. “No navel. I’d forgotten about that.”
“Warriors burst from the shell. Navels are from weak humans.”
Grinning up at him, she ran her finger down the center of his stomach to run along the area where his stomach met his groin. There was a thick pad of muscle there that seemed to fascinate her. Her voice was low and sexy when her eyes found his. “I knew you were going to say that.”
She was positively glowing from the orgasm and her hair was a mess. She looked well-loved but not enough to suit him. A thousand ideas flew though his mind, positions he wanted to use and places he want to make love to her on Dracon Two. Most of all, he wanted to fuck her while high in the air. Being buried in his queen with his wings flapping gently in the breeze became the brass ring he was reaching for.
Meric didn’t have to ask if she wanted his cock because her hands drifted down to stroke him. Her soft hands moving over his thick cock threw fuel on the flames of his passion.
Lifting her hips from the bed, he watched her guide his cock to her opening. Glancing up he saw she was watching the expression on his face.
Sliding his fingers through her soft folds, his gaze intensified. “You’re wet for me. Thrusting two fingers into her tight body, he whispered. “I want to be here.”
Instead of speaking, she was practically panting. She nodded and pulled him forward, placing him at the opening of her slick heat. Her legs wrapped around him, high on the waist, and he bullied his way into her body in breathtaking series of short thrusts. Sinking into her soft body was like nothing he’d ever known before. Excitement fizzled up his spine as he began to claim his queen. Her sweet high-pitched sounds drove him to thrust deeper and harder. It felt too good to look down at her running her hands over her pert breasts while he fucked her. He knew humans used the term lovemaking, but this felt like something more raw, primitive, and urgent.
Dropping her legs, he moved over her onto his arms and powered into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist again. His wings slid out and began moving slightly of their own accord. That had never happened, but then again he’d never felt so free to be himself before with a queen.
Her hands were all over him, stroking and clawing gently at his chest and arms. His queen was lost to his lovemaking, moving against him in a way that increased the pleasure of joinin
g with her. He bent down to scent her neck and then she came apart under him, gripping him with such strength. Meric lost control and bit into the spot where her shoulder and neck meet, picking up speed. Everything about this experience was extremely arousing, and he was totally losing it. He let go of her neck and roared as he emptied deep inside her.
Nuzzling the side of her neck, he licked the wound he’d left. He’d had it all with this queen, touching, licking, the feel of her wrapped around his throbbing cock, and even the taste of her blood in her mouth. Instead of being furious, she was running her lips over his shoulder and holding him close. This intense no-holds-barred mating sealed her to him in ways Meric was having a hard time processing. Knowing it was probably considered rude, he refused to pull out.
“Are you well, my queen?”
“We could do this all the time if we were mated.”
“We are.” Lifting his finger to stroke over the bloody and bruised flesh where he’d bitten her, he stated, “See my mark is right here.”
“I didn’t know the Draconians marked their women.”
“We control the urge only because a Draconian queen would kill us for doing so.”
“Well, I like it.” Pulling back slightly, she looked up at him with worry creasing her pretty face. “Are you really mine?”
Smothering back a smile, Meric flexed his hips to move inside her again. “Since you bear my mark, that makes you mine.”
She laughed. “That’s not the way of the warrior.”
It was cute that she was using his own expression against him. “You are the one who encouraged me to assert my will and speak my mind. This is what happens when warriors are allowed free rein with a queen.”
“I much prefer this new side of you. You’re hot and sexy when you allow your more dominant side to come to the fore. It really looks good on you.”
“Good because I plan to take indecent liberties with you at least once more before I let you sleep. If you object, say so now.”
Instead of objecting or complaining, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her body, flooding his system with another surge of pulse-pounding arousal.
25 Blindsided
Stacy
Waking the next morning, Stacy found herself surrounded by soft wings and lying on a hard chest. Meric had one wing draped over her and was still deeply asleep. He was sexy as hell, laid out on her bed with miles of tawny skin and muscles on full display. She snuggled closer, intent on enjoying every single moment of being with her new mate. Naturally, they’d do a wedding when they got back to Dracon Two to seal the deal, but she’d found her one in this handsome man.
Meric shifted slightly, bringing her closer. Though his eyes didn’t open, he spoke. “Did you sleep well, my queen?”
Rolling, Stacy propped folded her hands over his hip and rested her chin on top of them. When his eyes fluttered open, he looked sleepy and contented. Her sexy captain always slept turned slightly towards her with one wing lying over her body and the other spread out behind him across the oversized bed. Her fingers were itching to wander over his bulging muscles again. His hair was disheveled and his horns lax, one drooping forward and the other back.
Stacy was so busy enjoying the view of a sleepy Meric that she didn’t realize he was waiting for her to answer, until he smiled indulgently down at her. Clearing her throat, she answered quickly. “Yes. I’ve slept well both the times I’ve been in your arms.”
“How about you?” Giving in to her impulse to touch him, her hands skated up his ribcage and over his biceps.
She felt him growing harder against her leg. He groaned and shifted back slightly before answering. “For once my dreams were not haunted by my past. It seems that I can let go of the misery when you are under my wing.”
“I’m glad. You were amazing last night, by the way.”
“I am an experienced breeder. Last night was our first time together, so I kept to more traditional positions and techniques. It is my wish that we explore what out of my large repertoire of skills best meets your needs.”
“I’d love that.”
“You deserve all the pleasure that might be yielded to a queen.”
Slipping her hand around to toy with the smooth spot where a navel would normally be, she murmured, “What of you? You deserve all the pleasure that might be yielded to a warrior as well.”
“It pleases me greatly to hear you say this.”
“I have all kinds of ideas on how to make that happen.”
Suddenly his gaze turned intense. “No thought was given to warriors experiencing pleasure when I lived among the queens of old. I wish to know what you have in mind and what I must do to receive pleasure specially designed for a warrior. I enjoy the anticipation of receiving a reward. It will give me something to look forward to as I go about my duties.”
“That isn’t exactly what I meant. It won’t be a reward. More like a regular occurrence simply because you’re my mate, and I want to make sure you’re as happy as I am with this part of our relationship.” His expression slowly brightened until he was full-on smiling at her.
Making sure he was watching, Stacy slowly brought her hand down to the thick cock that was now straining against her leg, and then she closed her palm around the head. “I want to put my mouth here and give you pleasure the way you did for me last night.”
Reaching down to cup her face, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. He seemed to be concentrating hard. “I would never expect such a thing from a queen. It is not done among the Dracon.”
Sliding her body down as she slid her hand down his cock, she tested the weight in her hand. His cock was as handsome as the rest of him. Glancing up to see him staring at her intently, she leaned over and slid her tongue around the head. Meric growled, clutching her arms but not pulling her away.
“Do you want more?”
Pulling his lips back to reveal one sexy fang, he snarled, “Yes.”
Before she could get her mouth back on him, the ship shook with the force of what could only be a blast. The jolt was so hard it almost jostled them from the bed. Both them flew off the sleeping platform and practically jumped into their uniforms. As they ran out the door, alarms began sounding an emergency alert.
They both slid onto the bridge out of breath and frantic for information. Tabor spun on his heel to face them looking a little disheveled himself. “The Moltan ship we’ve been looking for just jumped out from behind a small moon and began firing on us.”
Slamming his ass down in the captain’s chair Meric growled, “This is the moment we’ve been waiting for. We have a plan. Now is the time to execute it.”
Stacy stood behind him with one hand on his shoulder. He was going to try her idea of transporting a bomb over to their ship.
Meric gripped the arm rests of his chair as they watched the Moltan vessel bearing down on them. “Order all ships to move away from the Moltan in standard formation. If we force them to keep moving they cannot solidify their shielding. We can use the particle transporter to transfer the oxidizer and then add the fuel.”
“Yes, sir. We’re coming about.”
“Tabor, we located the site most likely to bring their engines off line. Transport the oxidizer now.”
An older man sitting at a console had his hands stuffed into specially made gloves that were imbedded in the unit. He appeared to be manipulating something as he watched his progress on a small view screen about a hand’s span from his face. They all seemed to be holding their breath, as long minutes clicked by. Finally, the elder spoke. “It is done, Captain Meric.”
“Add the fuel and let’s see if it has the effect we predicted.”
The older man went back to work. The job must be tedious because it took him a long time. His wings were in a strained position, and sweat broke out on his upper lip. After what seemed like forever, he spoke. “Fuel is in place. I anticipate it will take about three microns for the volatile mixture to ignite.”
Mer
ic stood and Stacy’s hand slipped from his shoulder. “Our battle alarms should result in the Raspian and the Jeron loading their weapons and preparing their fighters. I want all three of our ships ready to engage, the moment their engines go offline.”
“All three of our ships are on full battle alert, sir.”
“Everyone was briefed on the battle scenarios we devised for this confrontation. Once they are stationary, their shielding will solidify. Tabor and I have created an extraneous variable that might win us favor in this battle. If it doesn’t, we focus all of our firepower on bringing down their shields enough to attach a phase grenade to the side of their ship. This should take their weapons offline.”
Stacy spoke up. “What if their ship separates again? The Moltan could flee with the symbiont again.”
Flashing her a predatory look, Meric explained. “The Raspian will monitor the far side of the enemy vessel that reportedly disengages. They are going to use spectral imaging to detect movement. Once it detaches, we will all converge on that section and swarm their defenses. As long as the Moltan ship cannot fire on us, we are free to give chase to the fleeing Moltan. If the ship can still fire, we must take their fire and maintain our focus on the detached section, for that is surely where the symbiont will be.”
Stacy couldn’t take her eyes from the man she’d accepted as her mate. He was cunning, ruthless, protective and slightly damaged, but he was also one hundred percent hers. “Once we subdue them, what is the plan?”
“That is when the mission actually becomes dangerous, my queen. We board the enemy vessel and destroy the symbiont.”
Tabor spoke again from the security console. “It’s detonating, sir.”
Tabor growled at the elder across from him, “Drop the third package now.”
“Package away, sir.”
An image came up on the screen of the Moltan vessel. There was a shock that pulled it roughly off its trajectory and it lost power. Within moments it drifted into a slow roll.
Tabor shot Meric a quick grin. His excited voice said, “Their shields are now at a hundred percent, sir.”
