Red Sands: Warlords of Atera

by Kyle, Celia

  Chapter Eighteen

  Sheri’s eyes widened at Drazan’s words. Was he seriously—seriously—asking for a fuck? Like, really? She just couldn’t even.

  “I… I…” She licked her lips, unsure how to respond. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t fantasized about being with Drazan in that way. Hell, she’d thought about it mere minutes ago. A part of her craved his touch, and she found herself imagining what it would be like to have him inside her, filling her, pleasuring her in alien ways she couldn’t hope to imagine.

  Then there was her fear. She was attracted to Drazan, yes, but she barely knew him. He was the unknown.

  Perhaps the fear was part of what turned her on. After enduring an abusive marriage for years, fear and intimacy had always been intermingled. Yes, she had loved her ex-husband—at first. She had desired him and had given him her body eagerly. In the beginning. The closeness and intimacy they’d shared had made it hard for her to admit that he hurt her. She’d found herself constantly making excuses. She’d tell herself he hadn’t meant to hurt her. Or that his apologies washed his actions away. For a time, they would know tenderness and love again.

  Until the next time he lost his temper.

  She shook those thoughts away. She didn’t want it to be that way with Drazan. She didn’t know what she wanted out of him, wasn’t even sure this whole kode thing was real. She didn’t know if she’d be on this planet for the rest of her life or only a few days. There were simply too many unanswered questions. Not the least of which was whether she could trust him not to hurt her when his anger took over. Whether his temper would lead to violence like her ex-husband’s always had.

  “I’m not ready for… that.” She looked away, ignoring the fact that her body told her otherwise. She couldn’t just give in to her urges, let her body snare control.

  She watched Drazan in her peripheral, waiting for his reaction, and mentally grimaced when his shoulders slumped.

  “Is there nothing I can do for you, my kode? Is there no way I can bring pleasure into your life?”

  She turned her head to focus on Drazan once more—spine bowed, attention not quite meeting her eyes. So dejected. Like he considered himself a failure for his inability to mate with her. It made her want to hold him close, comfort him, and reassure him that he was worthy of her affections. The issue was her.

  “Come here,” she held out her arms for him.

  Drazan hesitated, taking one careful step forward, and she smiled at him. It was so strange to see this man—this big, strong, powerful warrior—looking so unsure. It stirred tender feelings within her heard, urging her to comfort and protect him. To guide him with a gentle hand and teach him how to touch a human woman.

  She coaxed him forward and he went to her easily, kneeling on the bed in front of her. She took advantage of his nearness, of his docile behavior, and explored him as she wished. She ghosted her fingertips over his scaled flesh, familiarizing herself with the dry warmth of his red body. The scales along his collar and shoulders were thicker—harder—than the pale scales that decorated his chest. Those were like patterned silk, smooth and soft beneath her hands. His forearms were hard, impenetrable. Almost as if he was armored for battle.

  Sheri retraced her path and memorized the textures of his scales as she touched every part of him. She teased the pale scales of his throat and the hard line of his jaw. She moved to his lipless mouth to discover that he only appeared not to have lips. In truth she imagined he had enough control to kiss her.

  Was that what she wanted from him? Kisses?

  Yes, among other things.

  She traced his mouth once more, scales so small she could hardly see them, and Drazan flicked his tongue out. He teased her fingertips with his forked tongue though she doubted tickling her was his intent. He probably just sought to taste her skin—a guess he confirmed as correct when he repeated the motion, his tongue licking the full length of her index finger.

  “Sweet,” he murmured. “Like a desert fruit.”

  Him tasting her had Sheri wishing he’d taste all of her, and a shudder of desire overtook her body. The sliver of arousal snaked down her spine and her pussy clenched. What would it feel like to have him put his tongue there?

  Another small tremble and a new wave of need.

  Sheri continued her discovery of the lizard-like alien, tracing the hollow of his cheeks and his sharp cheekbones. She ran her finger along the shallow ridge of his nose—that part of him nearly flat with slit-like nostrils—and then moved on to the smooth curve of his skull. No hair stood in the way of her exploration. Nothing but unencumbered red scales for her to touch.

  She cupped the back of his head and gently tugged, urging him to lean down—come closer. She drew lazy circles over his hairless head and gently encouraged him to lay his cheek on her shoulder.

  Drazan moaned and nuzzled her in response, relaxing his bulk against her with a deep sigh.

  The scales on his head were smooth, the uneven texture warm and dry against her palms. She ran her fingers over his scales again and again while he trembled in her grasp. His thick arms wrapped around her, encompassing her in his fierce grip, but rather than fearful of him, she found herself calming in his protective, possessive hold. He caressed her back, those dangerous claws discovering her vulnerable flesh, and she couldn’t help but relax into his embrace. Drazan pulled her even closer, eliminating the space between them, and that was when something firm and insistent pressed to her thigh.

  What the… Assuming Aterans and humans had a little something in common, she figured her actions had aroused the warlord. But she’d only touched his head! Sure, he’d licked her finger, but really, it wasn’t like she was giving him a show or going down on him. She could only guess that Aterans were sensitive to touch. Maybe their heads were an erogenous zone?

  Drazan nuzzled her neck, that forked tongue darting out to glide along her skin. She shivered and let her eyes fall closed, head tipped back to give him more access to her throat. That tongue… she had never felt anything like that before. Anything so delicious. He teased the sensitive skin of her neck, reaching out and teasing every part of her, toying with her and tormenting the area just below her ear.

  She moaned and inched closer to him, anxious for more of that pleasurable tickling and taunting from him. She held him closer and squirmed, pressing her thighs together as she sought pressure. It wouldn’t take much from him to push her over that peak. But she held off begging for what she wanted most. A big part of her wanted to let this alien creature fuck her, yet still she hesitated.

  “Let me serve you, my kode,” Drazan whispered, tongue flicking her ear. “It is my duty as your mate. Let me bring you pleasure.”

  Sheri hesitated, licking her lips while she processed his words. She knew she couldn’t resist him, not completely, though she wasn’t ready to take him into her. His allure, the temptation of him, was too great to resist.

  But he had said he wanted to “serve” her, and her pink bits had her thinking of a few ways she could be served.

  “I…”

  Drazan leaned away from her and lowered further to the bed, intent red eyes locked on hers. He curled his fingers, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand—so gentle, so sweet. Heat burned in his gaze, desire that mimicked her own filling his eyes. His tongue flicked out once more, the forked tip bursting into view for a split-second. If he was like Earth lizards, he was tasting the air, inspecting the scents around them. How much of her could he smell? Did he know how wet she was for him already? And all he’d done was brush her with that alien tongue. What she wouldn’t give to feel him there. There between her thighs, teasing and tormenting her clit in a way that only his forked tongue could.

  “Direct me to your pleasure, my kode.” Solemn words that made her tremble, and she fought to draw air into her lungs. Any hesitation that lingered was slowly worn away by the expression that overcame his features. Hot. Wanting. Hungry. “Let me learn your body’s secrets.”

 
“You can…” Sheri reached for her top, teasing the top opening and ghosting her fingertips over her cleavage. “I mean, it feels good when a man—”

  Drazan grunted and curled a lip, fang exposed. “There will be no more man touching you. You are mine.”

  His over-the-top possessiveness shouldn’t have aroused her, but it did.

  “Show me what your male can do for you, my kode.”

  She licked her lips and gritted her teeth, forcing herself into motion. She reached for the ties of her top and tugged on the bow holding it in place behind her neck. Fabric rushed forward, skating down her chest and exposing her bare breasts to the room. Her nipples pebbled in the cool interior, hardening from the chilled air. At least, that was what she’d say if anyone asked. She wouldn’t admit that Drazan had her hot and wanting with so little contact.

  Even if it was true.

  He lifted his hands, movements slow as he reached out and cupped her breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “Our females do not have these mounds.” He rubbed his thumb across one hardened nub and she shivered with the wave of pleasure that followed the motion. “This is pleasurable?” He repeated his scraping of her nipple. “This?”

  Sheri arched into his touch, increasing the pressure of his hold and reveling in the added pleasure it created. “Yes.”

  She kept her gaze trained on the alien touching her as she lifted her hand and placed it over his where he touched her. “Some enjoy gentle touches like this.” She encouraged him to knead and tease her sensitive flesh—increase her enjoyment. She grasped one of his claw-tipped fingers and brought that sharp point to her nipple, using it to scrape the abundance of nerves. Her breath caught with that burning ache. “Some enjoy a little nip of pain.”

  “My kode…” He stared, seeming entranced.

  Sheri released him and traced his forearm, sliding her palm up his bicep and then across his shoulder. She curled her hand behind his neck and gave him a gentle tug. “Others enjoy tasting.”

  Drazan’s eyes snapped to hers, his tongue darting out. “Tasting.”

  She nodded and pulled once more, the pressure a soft constant as she drew his mouth toward her breast. “They taste. They suck.”

  “Sssuck.” He hissed the word, his breath fanning across her heated flesh.

  “Please.” She didn’t care if she begged.

  Then his tongue was there, that forked part of him teasing her heated flesh. It danced across her nipple in a rapid flutter that drew a soft moan past her lips. Then he captured the nub between his alien lips, suckling her breast in gentle, maddening pulls. His other hand continued to caress and knead her flesh while his mouth drove her mad with wanting—craving.

  She stared down at him, the contrast between her pale flesh and his red scales driving her arousal and desire even higher. His red eyes met hers, gazes locked while he opened his mouth and let her watch what he did to her nipple. The way he flicked and teased that bundle of nerves before wrapping his lips around her once more and giving a hard pull on her flesh. He released her with a soft pop and turned his attention to her other breast, that forked tongue teasing and caressing her all the while.

  Sheri rocked her hips and ached to press her thighs together, to giver herself some pressure and ease the growing ache between her legs.

  “Drazan,” she pleaded though she wasn’t even sure what exactly she craved.

  He hummed against her, not even pausing his attentions as she begged for… something. Something to ease the throbbing need at the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy felt swollen and ached with the desperate desire to be touched, teased, fucked… Desperate for the alien male.

  He released her breast and nuzzled her chest, his warm, soft scales caressing her heated skin. His tongue continued to tease her, and his chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath—one he held for a moment before releasing it in a rush. He froze for a moment, not moving, and she had the sense he was surprised about… something.

  Or did he stop because he was suddenly disgusted by what they’d done?

  Drazan pulled away, leaning back and finally resting fully on the bed. His tongue danced in and out of his mouth, air heaving in and out of his lungs. He tipped his head back, nearly flat nose tipped up as he sniffed.

  “That ssscent.” He took yet another deep breath. “What is it?”

  Sheri sniffed and remained silent simply because everything smelled funny to her. It was an alien planet, after all.

  “Must have it.” Drazan tasted the air once more and then focused on her, red eyes seeming to glow. “Must.”

  A new hunger filled his face, overtaking his expression in a flash. He leaned forward and ran his nose along her exposed skin, beginning at her collarbone and venturing south. His smooth scales teased her heated skin and she simply relaxed beneath his ministrations.

  At least until he reached the juncture of her thighs and froze in place. “My kode. It is you.” He nuzzled her lower abdomen. “I hunger.”

  Sheri trembled with the desperate need in his words. How did he hunger? Was she about to become a snack? Would she enjoy it? When his tongue tickled a sliver of exposed flesh, she decided she’d love his attentions in her most private place.

  Drazan grasped the waist of her semi-opaque pants, claws sinking through the thin fabric. “Must have it. Must taste. Gift from the goddess.”

  She wasn’t sure if she was a gift from anyone, but his desperation spurred on her craving for pleasure and she couldn’t find a way to tell him no. She didn’t want to tell him no.

  She gave him the only answer she could, “Yes.”

  She tugged and pulled at the tie that held her pants in place, working with Drazan to pull the shredded fabric from her body. She leaned back, legs splayed and pussy exposed to the cool air. The cooler air did nothing to bank the fiery need that consumed her. She shifted backward, settling more toward the center of the bed and giving Drazan room to join her more comfortably. But his attention wasn’t on his location, but wholly on her center.

  “Yes, want that.” His tongue darted into view and then vanished once more. “Want that scent. Smells delicious. Want to taste.” He tore his attention from her pussy and lifted it to meet Sheri’s gaze. “My kode?”

  Sheri snaked a hand down her body, fingers trailing over her sensitized flesh and closer to her goal. She slipped her hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy, grinding the heel of her hand against the aroused flesh. “This is my pussy.” She gave herself a single, hard stroke. “Touch me. Taste me. It’ll give me pleasure and make me come.”

  “Come?” His gaze shot to hers for a split-second before dropping back to her hand.

  “More pleasure than you could ever imagine.”

  “Come,” he murmured. “I will make my kode come.”

  God, she hoped so.

  Drazan’s claw-tipped hand reached for her, fingers gently wrapping around her wrist and tugging her touch from her pussy. Now she lay exposed to him, nothing but her closely cropped curls shielding her center from view.

  “Pussy.” He drew the word out. “Mine.” He tossed her hand away and reached for her legs, his gaze wholly on her core. “Mine.”

  There was no time to teach him, explain anything, even point out where she wanted him most. Drazan simply brought his talented mouth to her pussy and tasted her. His deadly hands held her thighs wide while he brought his mouth to her very core.

  That deliciously wicked tongue delved between her sex lips, that forked bit of flesh flickering against her clit. He teased and taunted her with that alien part of him. He explored every part of her exposed pussy with his wicked mouth. He circled her clit, tapping the tiny bundle of nerves in a rapid-fire pace that drew heaving gasps from her chest. Then he would give her long licks, lapping at her wetness as if he’d never get enough of her taste.

  But that wasn’t all. He tormented her further by sucking on her clit, talented lips wrapped around the nubbin before suckling that part of her. She shuddered and gasped with the sens
ations, his attentions driving her arousal ever higher.

  And this was all without having him inside her. What would it be like to be fully possessed by Drazan?

  Heaven.

  Bliss.

  Ecstasy.

  Drazan kissed and licked her, gifting her with pleasure and driving her need higher with every breath. With every shift and tensing of his muscles. She arched her back and rocked her hips, taking more and more from him. She fought for her release, struggling to embrace the release that seemed almost within reach. He was so eager to please, so overwhelmed with the changes enveloping them.

  Then he focused his attentions on one spot, on circling one area over and over again. She whimpered and whined, needing more and less and everything all at once. She couldn’t think past the pleasure that threatened to consume her in a fiery globe of deliciousness. He chose a pace and stuck with the rapid-fire motions. Around and around and around again, more ecstasy dumped in her blood with every beat of her heart.

  Sheri cupped Drazan’s skull and held him steady while she rode his face, taking what she wanted from the alien warlord. She begged for more from him, fighting for her release, and he gave her what she desired. The overwhelming sensations of her orgasm soon danced within reach, flitting in and out of sight until her fingertips brushed the softest edge of that ultimate pleasure.

  She clung to the first hints of bliss, gathering them close and finally rising to the very precipice of release. It wouldn’t take much more to fall over that edge. Not much more to leap into the air and relish in the ecstasy Drazan gave her.

  “Drazan…” That was all she got out before it struck her. The only word she could utter before all other thoughts were driven from her mind. Before all other thoughts were eclipsed by ultimate pleasure. It rocketed through her, wrenching a shout from her throat in that instant that echoed off the walls. She cried out for Drazan, begging for something she couldn’t name, lost to the sensations coursing through her body.

  Her muscles clenched and tensed, any hint of control lost to the rippling sensations as her body shook and trembled. Her toes curled and body shivered as her nerves flickered to life. They were set ablaze by the utter joy that filled her veins and took over her body.