by A. G. Wilde
Ka’Cit pulled his lips away and trailed a kiss to her ear.
“Ta’iiiii…” He barely scraped a fang against her ear and it made something throb hard within her.
Then he was moving.
He pressed his nose firmly against her skin as he inhaled, breathing her in.
“I want to taste you…” His words didn’t register for a few moments but when they did, she nodded, assuming he was about to kiss her skin.
But he didn’t.
As soon as she nodded, Ka’Cit lifted his head to look at her. He was on all fours over her and as he looked down at her, his eyes began to go wild.
“You’ll let me?”
Nia blinked up at him. “Yes…”
Her voice was a breathless gasp that left her lips but at that one word, Ka’Cit’s pupils started dilating and a growl left his mouth.
Something caressed her leg and when she looked down, she realized it was his tail.
The sudden sight and feel of it made her clench between her thighs as a shot of electricity went straight to her core.
“Ka’Cit?”
But he was either too far gone or he didn’t hear her for the next thing she knew was that her cloak was being lifted.
Slowly, he pushed his palm against the skin of her leg as he lifted the cloak upward, and she heard him inhale deeply as her skin was exposed.
This was all moving suddenly so fast but nowhere in her mind was a stop sign.
Instead, her body called out to him.
The way he was looking at her…no man had ever looked at her like that before—as if she was the most precious, the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. She’d taken them off when she’d showered and when Ka’Cit’s gaze landed at her center, she couldn’t help but squirm a little.
He eased up further so he could see her better and one of his hands landed in her mat of curls, his finger flicking over her clit as he did.
A whimper left her lips, one she couldn’t hold back as she stared up at him.
She felt hyper-sensitive between her legs, as if even a change in the air brushing against the skin there would make her jerk in response.
She couldn’t explain what was happening, only that she didn’t want it to end.
Ka’Cit’s gaze met hers again, that wild, wild gaze, and he ran his tongue over his fangs.
“I want to taste you,” he said again and finally, his meaning registered.
Nia’s eyes widened a little but he didn’t give her a chance to say anything because he lowered, his tongue swiping up through her curls, right up the middle of her slit.
The unexpectedness of it made her back arch even as pleasure shot straight through her.
“Fuck,” she breathed, but if she thought that was the end of it, that he’d had his “taste”, she was mistaken.
A groan rumbled through his chest as he lowered completely and gripped her hips with both hands.
His tongue swiped up through her curls once more, straight from her entrance right up through her slit, and Ka’Cit groaned again.
“Phek,” he muttered against her and his hot breath kissed her tender skin.
He did it again, swiped his thick tongue through her softness once more, and Nia’s palms fisted the bedding.
He groaned again before he used his tongue to spread her lips and his mouth closed over her.
Ka’Cit’s eyes closed, a look of pure bliss passing over his face and Nia found she couldn’t keep still.
His mouth was all sorts of stimulation.
Hot, wet, and his tongue was thick and firm. She couldn’t help but squirm against him but he held her steady, not allowing her to get away from the pleasure he was causing to go through her.
“Oh fuck!” A breath shuddered through her, and when his tongue found her clit, she bucked against him. “Oh fuck!”
That caused his head to snap up, his wild gaze on hers as he studied her features for a few seconds.
“Did I hurt you?” His gaze fell back to her center. “You’re so soft, so unbelievably soft right there…”
“It doesn’t hurt.” Her words sounded like a whimper to her ears and his wild gaze found hers once more.
“Good,” he growled against her clit. “Because I didn’t want to stop.”
Ka’Cit held her against the bed as his tongue delved into her once more. Flicking and swirling into her wetness, the sensations made her shudder and Nia had to grip onto his hands as she stopped fighting to hold back her whimpers.
It felt too good; her body felt transported from this moment into space somewhere.
His hands gripped her hips, reaching back to knead her ass and Nia’s eyes rolled back in her head.
As his tongue moved against her, she was no longer human but a vessel filled with pleasure and when he growled against her again, the vibration hit the bundle of nerves as his tongue swirled over her.
It was too much.
She couldn’t hold back, she wouldn’t be able to and Nia threw her head to the side, biting into the bedding as a scream left her lips.
The orgasm caught her unprepared and it didn’t stop coming.
Warm honey filled her spine, shooting right down to her center where it engorged her and overflowed.
Ka’Cit groaned again and when he swiped his tongue over her again, Nia jerked in his grasp.
He lifted his head then, to look at her, and his eyes were completely dark pits of pleasure.
He was enjoying this as much as she was…
That thought was a startling one.
Her chest heaved with exertion as she looked down at him and the urge to make him feel what he’d just made her experience came on strong.
“I want to taste you too,” she said.
But instead of jumping at the chance, his shoulders stiffened.
Ka’Cit eased up on his knees to look down at her.
“I…I’m fine.”
His tail was caressing her leg now, rubbing her softly and when her gaze fell, she was greeted with something else.
She could see his hardness pressing through his trousers.
“You don’t look fine.”
He eased up off the bed then and took a shuddering breath.
“I should go before I…”
What?
Confusion made her brow knit and the euphoria she’d just experienced began to fade.
“Before what?”
He glanced back at her and she could see his throat move.
“Before I do something you’ll regret.”
His words puzzled her.
“Something I’ll regret?”
She fought to understand and then the most logical meaning came to her.
Pregnancy.
“Oh, we don’t have to worry about…like…a baby or anything. I can’t get pregnant.”
His eyes widened so much, she was momentarily silenced.
“You what?”
“I mean, I have the coil.” He only looked confused now. “An IUD…it stops me from getting pregnant.”
There were so many emotions in his eyes now, it was hard to pinpoint just one.
“I got it about two years before I was taken and they’re supposed to last a while. It hasn’t fallen out so I’m fine.”
He was still looking at her strangely.
“Isn’t that why…why you don’t want to…”
For a few moments, he said nothing, and then his head bowed. “You think I’m afraid of seeding you with my kin.” He said it as if it was a realization to him and his voice was so low, she had to strain to hear.
“Well…” She didn’t really know what to say. “Isn’t that why?”
“No.” His voice was hoarse and when his gaze met hers once more, the sadness in his gaze was so palpable, it was shocking.
“You got this coil because you do not want chids?”
Nia shook her head.
This wasn’t the type of conversation she’d been
expecting to have at the moment.
“No. I want kids, in the future some time. Just not right now.”
She saw something die in his eyes even as he licked his lips. It was as if he was fighting a mental battle before her.
Her taste was still in his mouth, she was sure, but he was trying to fight his own need. It was evident when his cock jerked in his pants again.
He gave her a smile that held more sorrow than anything else.
“I should go…calm down.”
He grunted and moved.
Slipping off the other side of the bed, he grabbed his mask and was heading toward the door before she could protest.
She watched him go, not able to say a word as hurt, rejection, and embarrassment filled her.
As the door opened and he stepped out, Nia readjusted her cloak to cover herself.
She pulled her knees to her chest as he turned and looked back at her.
The look in his eyes was one she couldn’t read but he held her gaze for a few moments before the door closed and he was gone, leaving her wondering, what the hell had just happened.
27
Ka’Cit leaned against the wall outside the door.
He was a phekking fool.
He’d almost gone too far, further than would have been wise.
If he’d allowed himself to, he’d have seated himself within her and Raxu knew, if he’d done that he wouldn’t be able to let her go.
As he made his way back down to the lounge, he adjusted his mask and steeled himself.
He had to put some distance between them.
He had two more days on this station with her and he’d already gone too far. What the phek was he going to do now?
The doors to the lounge opened and silence filled the room as before.
Ka’Cit ignored them as he made his way to the bar.
The bartender looked less nervous this time.
“Is something wrong with the room, Crusher?”
Phek, he hated that name.
He really did.
The bartender must have seen the look in his eyes because he paled a little.
They’d disposed of the bodies of the Hordreks already, he noticed.
“Give me one of those.” Ka’Cit pointed a finger at one of the drinks on display.
It was a yellow one, and he had no idea what it was.
He didn’t care.
He wasn’t going to drink it anyway.
Not that he wanted to.
He still had the taste of her in his mouth…could still hear her cries as he’d pleasured her…
Phek.
His cock throbbed in his trousers, straining against the material and it was almost painful to endure.
He was in a bad state.
And the look that she’d given him when he’d left…
She was hurt.
He’d hurt her.
That had been the last thing he’d intended to do.
He released a breath, aware that conversation was starting to pick up in the lounge once more.
What had he done?
It’s not that he hadn’t known what she’d wanted, it’s not that he hadn’t wanted to do it either…it’s just that he couldn’t.
Despite that she’d protected herself against having children, that hadn’t been his concern.
For he knew…if he’d taken her, if he’d given in to her sweetness, he knew for a fact that saying goodbye in the end would most definitely rip him from the inside out.
He wasn’t meant to have a mate.
He was meant to be a Lone.
It was fated.
Raxu had ordained it from the moment he had been seeded inside his mother.
So why…
Why would the gods tempt him now…?
Why make him yearn for something he could never have?
And now that he’d done the unspeakable and tasted her…
PHEK!
He slammed a fist into the counter and the chatter behind him stopped suddenly.
Ka’Cit growled underneath his breath.
He couldn’t go back up to the room. Not until he’d cooled down.
Not until he was in control.
It had been hours at least, she was sure.
After the first few minutes of staring dumbfounded at the exit, she’d finally moved back to the floor to finish her meal.
That had taken some time.
Even though Ka’Cit had cut the meat into even smaller pieces, she’d still had a hard time getting them down.
It tasted good though, so the feat wasn’t a hard one to endure.
When she was done, she’d hopped back on the bed and begun to braid her hair.
She’d left it out for too long and the shower had shrunken the strands. Some of them were knotted so she had to take her time and finger-comb them out.
It had taken forever but it had stopped her from going insane just waiting.
Now, her eyes blinked open but she didn’t move.
She’d fallen asleep after doing her hair, it seemed.
Movement caught her still-sleepy gaze and she focused on it.
She wasn’t alone anymore and her heart thumped in her chest when she realized he’d returned.
There, across from her and behind the transparent barrier of the shower room, Ka’Cit was washing himself.
His back was turned to her and the water sluiced through his hair and down his body in long rivulets.
Her gaze followed the stream of fluid before it landed on his taut ass. His tail hung low, flicking lazily and the thought that she should look away came into her head.
But she remained frozen, unable to stop looking at his perfection.
He was even more well-built than she’d realized.
As he washed himself, the muscles in his back flexed, catching her attention.
It was like he was carved by a master sculptor and she couldn’t pull her eyes away.
Her gaze fell back down his body, landing on his tail once more as his last few words to her resurfaced in her memory.
‘He’d said he had to leave before he did something she’d regret.’
Now what had he meant by that?
His tail was lying limp now and it brushed against the barrier with each movement that he took.
She watched it sway as she repeated the words in her head.
…something she’d regret.
For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why that would be the case.
Her gaze rose just as he spun around and her breath hitched in her nose.
The water played across the muscles in his chest as it ran down his body toward his very thick, very hard, cock.
It was heavy and thick, hanging between his legs like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Nia’s eyes widened as she caught sight of it and her gaze flew to his.
Thank God his eyes were closed or he would have caught her staring.
He obviously thought she was still asleep.
She should look away.
She should really give him some privacy.
But her gaze was attracted to it like a magnet.
Oh fuck, he was huge.
Maybe that’s why he said she might regret it?
Possibly. She didn’t really think he could fit even if they’d tried.
She watched as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the transparent barrier and his brows knitted.
One hand grasped himself around the base and the other palm pressed against the barrier.
She should look away. She should definitely look away now.
Yet, she couldn’t.
Her eyes were glued on his hand where he fisted himself and her lips parted a little as she watched him.
She’d never seen anything more erotic in her life.
But he didn’t continue.
He just held himself at his base.
He didn’t pump his hand, he didn’t finish himself off, and when Nia lifted her gaze, she realized why.
Fuck.
She’d been caught.
For the life of her, instead of maintaining some dignity and turning away from him at that moment, she found herself holding his gaze.
Ka’Cit let out a shuddering breath—the first sound she’d heard him make since she’d woken to find him showering.
The muscles in his hand flexed and her gaze moved back to his fist.
At her attention, his cock jerked in his hand and Nia’s mouth went dry.
She lifted her gaze slowly, scared at what she’d see in his eyes and needing to find out as well.
His gaze took her over, consumed her, and held her prisoner.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that, ta’ii.”
His voice was deep, low, and it sent a delicious chill through her bones.
“Why?” she whispered, surprised by her boldness.
He stood upright then and the water shut off behind him.
As the last rivulets ran down his body, they stared at each other, saying nothing but saying so much at the same time.
“Because if I step out of this room, this washing stall, I’m afraid I will…”
“Make me regret something?”
He stiffened at her words and for a moment, he stood still, saying nothing.
Then he nodded slowly. “Exactly.”
Nia lifted her head from the bedding. “What exactly will I regret, Ka’Cit?”
He inhaled deeply and his gaze darted over to the table set against the wall.
She followed his gaze and realized he was looking at his mask.
“You don’t see that, do you?” It wasn’t a question but as her brows furrowed and she looked back at him, she realized he wasn’t finished yet. “And you don’t see this.” He was still holding himself, his hardness not waning, and he used his free hand to motion to his face.
“Don’t see what?”
He didn’t respond.
“I don’t understand.” She glanced at his mask then back at him. “All I see is you.”
Something passed through his gaze that she couldn’t understand and another breath shuddered through him.
He took a step forward, then another, till he was standing by the bed.
There was static in the air, charged particles she could not see, and it felt as if her heart was thudding so hard in her chest, she risked having a mini heart attack.
