Axxeon Commander's Pet (Mates For Axxeon 9 Book 2)

by Liz Paffel

  “You would also get a drink and you would tell me something about yourself.”

  “Axxeon males do not speak of their weaknesses in front of a female. Ever.”

  She took another small drink. “Is that all you have to say about yourself? Weaknesses?”

  “That is correct.”

  A flicker of something crossed her face. Understanding. She reached up and pressed a hand to his chest. “Do you want to know what comes after that?”

  Clasping his hand briefly over hers, he held his breath for one beat… two, as she held the blanket with her other hand and managed to get to her feet on top of the stool. Now she looked down at him, her grin wicked and naughty.

  Looping her free hand around his head and sliding her fingers into his hair, she let go with the other hand.

  And let the blanket fall.

  Chapter Twelve

  His face was level with her belly, and she wanted nothing more for him to press his lips against her skin.

  What was she doing? This was the most outlandish thing she’d ever done. There were so many reasons why she shouldn’t be naked in front of Quixx, yet she didn’t bother with any of them. None of it mattered. The craving to have more of his lips on hers and his fingers trailing every inch of her body was too intense. The need was too hot.

  She’d never had an electric reaction to a man like this. She wanted to ride it out, see where it went. Quixx raked his eyes over her, up and down, with an expression of awe and abashed wonder. Gooseflesh broke out over her body at the adoration in his eyes.

  “Say something. You’re making me nervous.”

  His hands spread out as if to take her hips between them, but he hesitated. “I do not wish to scare you.”

  Her heart gave a tender flip. “You’re not, Quixx. But I need to know if you want this.”

  An urgent, needy breath flowed from deep in his throat. Bringing his palms to her hips, he pressed into her flesh, his fingers curving around the rise of her ass. Her body exploded in tingles as he stepped closer while pulling her into him, his lips finding her belly button. She moaned softly as he kissed there, his tongue darting out to swirl around the button. A hard shudder went through her, nearly knocking her from the stool. Quixx held her steady as he dragged his tongue up, between her ribs where he followed the sensitive skin between her ribs on one side, then moved to the other.

  Most guys went immediately for the tits or crotch. She’d never had anyone taste her, caressing her dips and valley with strokes of a tongue. He was exploring. Learning. He looked up at her as his lips found the underside of her left breast. Her nipples had turned to pebbles. They ached to feel the warmth of his lips. She wiggled a little as the ache spread between her legs. Quixx moved his hands to cup her ass in his palms and gave both globes a firm squeeze. If he pulled her in and lowered just a little, his mouth could bury into her pussy. Oh, God. She shivered again, clutching to him in a life grip.

  “Your form is intriguing and beautiful to me. I desire to learn the very length of you.”

  “Yes, yes,” she breathed. “Can you learn fast? I need you.”

  “I should not be touching you.”

  Their eyes met and her breath caught in the base of her throat. The silver rim around his pupils was glowing so brightly, it was hard to see the purple of his irises. The alien nature of his appearance startled her momentarily. She ran her hand through his hair, the blue strands shimmering in the soft lighting. He’d become familiar to her in this short time. She’d acclimated to the differences in his appearance from her own. Until now.

  His solarderm was brilliant, his eyes flashing neon white and yet, she wanted him more than ever.

  “Quixx?” She said his name as if to double check it was still him, and not some other version of himself that was rising to the surface. “You know that casual sex is common for humans, right? It can be for you, too. Just because we give in to our desire doesn’t mean we are mated for life. We can still go our separate ways.”

  “That is the perfect arrangement.”

  It was. Even if the hollow little pit inside her wanted to yawn at his words. She shut down the negative feeling. They had this. They didn’t need anything more.

  But suddenly, he was lifting her onto the bar, lying her onto its length while he spread her thighs until her legs hung slightly off the edges. Kneeling between her legs, he leaned low over her body, his eyes raking over her pert nipples and working up to her face.

  He helped her into a semi-sitting position, one hand finding her hair. His fingers slid between the strands at the top of her scalp and slowly worked down, curving the shape of her skull as the pads of his fingers created delicious friction. He repeated the motion over and over, running his fingers and hands over her long, dark hair. Shivers became a, electric constant on her flesh from the ministrations.

  Then it struck her what he was doing. “You’re petting me,” she said lightly, dropping her head back in supplication.

  “Mmmm, I told you, you are my pet. You deserved to be stroked.”

  Priya laughed, but it died off quickly as he raked his nails over her head. “Do you want me to purr, too?” She braced herself with her hands behind her on the bar. His touch ran to her neck where he lightly trailed the back of his fingers up and down the sensitive flesh on both sides.

  “I do not know what a purr is, but if you are willing, I want you to do it for me.”

  God, the sensations he was causing were like the pleasurable build-up of an impending orgasm, but all over her skin. He hadn’t even touched her lady bits yet and she felt wound tight. His scent filled her nose, drawing her in to him with the need to be wrapped in his arms, cocooned. Protected.

  Her body began to tremble. The ache between her legs grew so powerful, so insistent. Suddenly, the orgasmic tension channeled in her pussy with the familiar, on-the-edge verge of release.

  “Oh my God, how are you doing this?” Her breath came in fast pants, a low ripple of pleasure mimicking the purr she promised him. Silently, he touched her neck, tickling the nerves, stroking the flesh, running his hard fingers up the base of her skull and back down. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her neck, lightly feasting over every sensitive inch. Her head dropped back farther, one leg coming up to brace herself as the tension snapped.

  His name flew from her lips as orgasmic pleasure washed in deep waves from the top of her head to her clit, setting off a series of tiny orgasms as it waved down her body. Quixx’s arms looped around her in support as she panted and gasped, dying a little as she struggled to take a deep breath and form a thought, but everything seemed lost and far away. And she didn’t care, not as long as this sensation kept going and going.

  “I like how you purr.”

  She opened her eyes to find herself cradled in his arms. Stunned over what had just occurred, she tensed as the need to come again began to unfurl. The brilliance of his eyes had changed to a low dim, but the heat of his solarderm was almost too warm to touch. Still, she craved all that heat on top of her. Claiming her.

  Inside her.

  “I need you inside me. I don’t know how… how you did that. But, oh my God. I need more.”

  Lust played clearly on his face, but he cocked his head a bit as if he were uncertain. This hesitation had to be because he didn’t feel worthy of her, like he’d alluded to before. She cupped his face between her hands.

  “Whatever it is that’s holding you back, forget about it. I want you. I’ve never wanted like this before. I’ll beg, just like your pet. I’ll beg until I get your full attention as long as it includes that inside me.”

  She looked pointedly at the huge bulge between his legs. His pants were so snug that it clearly showed the outline of his thick cock, running almost to the top of the waistband. No fear. No way was she turning that thing down.

  “Lie back.” He gently repositioned her back onto the bar.

  Her chin shuddered as if she were cold, but there was nothing chilly about this. She was so hot, so
on fire for him. His hands moved to the fastener on his pants, his long fingers slowly undoing it. He parted the fabric until it fell open much wider than human jeans.

  Her eyes went wide.

  No fucking wonder. His enormous cock needed the room to pop free. The thick head glistened with moisture at the wide slit, two huge veins running the sides of the shaft and disappearing into a thatch of dark hair. Just above the root of his cock, a small, oval appendage peeked from his curls. He watched her taking him all in, an almost amused grin lighting his face while she worked through the unique appearance.

  She eyed him with question as she hesitantly touched the appendage.

  “It’s my furlach,” he said with a groan as she touched it again. “You will soon see what it is for.”

  Working the pants down to his knees, Quixx knelt between her legs and pulled her thighs tight to his hips. She wanted to strip him completely naked, but the need to have that cock inside her was too demanding. His skin was so hot, like an electric blanket set on high--both too hot and so soothing, she never wanted it to end.

  A sudden sob welled in her throat, her eyes burning with tears. The unexpected burst of emotion only heightened her desire. What the hell was happening to her? Clenching her eyelids to hold back the tears, she blinked a few times and returned to the moment. Quixx took her breasts in his hands, gently squeezing and feeling them as if they were precious treasures. His fingers graced over her nipples, causing a rise of the incredible, total body pleasure. He leaned down and put his mouth to her right nipple, his hot breath caressing it like a physical touch before his lips closed over the peak.

  She jerked with the sensations that electrified over her body. Her pussy throbbed greedily, so impatient, so demanding.

  “Quixx, please. Please, I need you in me right now. It’s like I can’t control it. Please, now.”

  “I want hours to learn your body, but I will not deny you.”

  Rocking back onto his knees, Quixx took his cock in one hand and lowered himself between her thighs. She alternately held her breath and panted in little gasps as the plump head touched against her pussy lips. Tilting her hips up, she pushed down, wanting him now. Right now. Not caring about his size. Just needing…

  The tip pushed into her, stretching her walls as it thrust into her body. Breath caught in her throat, stuck, forcing her to fully concentrate on the extreme pleasure mixed with a slow burn that followed the smooth slide of his cock into her body. Their eyes caught. With a firm thrust, he seated fully and pulled her hips to bring her pelvis firmly against his. Something firm, yet mobile flicked against her clit.

  She cried out at the unexpected sensation. He had each of his hands on her hips. So, what had just touched her? Then she recalled the furlach and settled into the sensation.

  He pulled out and thrust carefully back in, the fingering motion of the furlach flicking and stroking her clit like a tongue again and again. She couldn’t let go of his wicked gaze while he drove again and again into her willing body. His hands moved to cup her face as he leaned down and crushed his lips to hers. He said something that she couldn’t understand, something foreign sounding despite the translator in her skull.

  Her brain wasn’t working. Couldn’t possibly think of anything. The little finger sensation on her clit was too much. The feel of his thickness inside her, so overwhelming. Her body, so on edge.

  “Quixx!” His name burst from her lips. “I’m going to come—oh, fuck!”

  Her pussy clenched around him, holding every inch as she shattered and rocked and crested and waved in a release that didn’t end.

  He cried out low, his face twisting with ecstasy. A hot stream filled her pussy right before he pulled his cock from her body. Reality flicked back long enough to watch as his warm cum spurted into a flood over her belly. His head dipped to hers, touching forehead-to-forehead while they slowed their breathing. Finally, he pulled back enough to look down at her.

  “I apologize. I did not intend to give you my seed, but I fear some did make it inside you.”

  She almost chuckled. This was so like something that would happen to her. She had a birth control implant in her arm, something she’d completely forgotten about until now. It gave her a sense of security. Maybe false security, she didn’t know. Right now, she wanted to bask in this afterglow and not think about anything at all.

  Quixx jumped from the bar with enviable quickness, righted his pants before scooping her into his arms in a cradle hold and lowering them into a bench seat. Exhausted, dazed, she curled into the comforting heat of his body and the protection of his strong arms. She sleepily nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, looping one hand over his broad shoulder to hang on. Her body was enveloped with a soft warmth, as if he’d tossed a blanket over her and securely tucked it around her.

  She was being adored. Held tight. Cradled against his steadily beating heart.

  It was everything she’d ever wanted. She’d found it.

  In Quixx’s arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  His body had never felt this way.

  His muscles seemed loose, his mind—his entire body—seemed lighter, as if he had been carrying a large weight that he could never quite put down. Even as he carried Priya in his arms with her sleepy warmth against his chest and braced over his forearms, he seemed as if nothing could hold him down.

  It had been so long since he’d lain with a female, and certainly never a human, that he forgot what the post-act felt like. Maybe he was affected so sweetly because she was human.

  Or, maybe because it was Priya herself who made him so… content. Is that what this sensation truly was? Contentment? He recalled a similar feeling from when he was young and at his mother’s side. The warmth. The knowing that he had a place, that he belonged. That he was loved.

  Is this what King Tryllin had been talking about when he suggested the benefits of having a mate?

  He paused and glanced at the female he carried. He had put her into a deep sleep with his sympathic touch after taking her into his arms after their mating. She’d looked so sated and relaxed that he desired to continue those things for her. A flicker of guilt pierced his contentment. Perhaps he’d used his touch to also remove the need to talk about their intimacy. He didn’t want to discuss it or remind himself of why it should not have happened.

  Giving voice to their pleasure would only allow the voice in his head to speak up as well, and he was not ready to face the lecture just yet.

  Her lips were curved into a smile that reflected the emotions inside him, that odd state of inner peacefulness. He’d desired to take her back to his quarters but thought against it. How would she feel to wake up upon his resting mat? She had told him that they had no commitments to each other. That they could go on with their separate lives as planned. He would honor her request, because it was exactly the arrangement they both wanted.

  He hurried down the corridor and reached her quarters unbothered. He was not sure how he would explain the sleeping female in his arms covered in only a thin blanket. A benefit of being Third Command is that no one would likely dare question him. He buzzed himself into her quarters and lay her carefully onto the bed. There was a chill in the room. Frowning, he found a thicker blanket and covered her with it, then another until he was satisfied that she would not be uncomfortable. Perhaps he should move her to his quarters after all to ensure she stayed warm.

  With a final look at her, Quixx turned and walked out. His heart tugged painfully as the door closed behind him. Ignoring the sensation, he checked the control panel outside her room. A bright red band flashed across the screen. He’d been so absorbed in getting Priya to bed, he had not noticed before. Tapping on the screen, he tried to reset the error code. Static rolled across the screen before it flashed a quick display of oxygen, heat, and humidity levels.

  This was not right. He tried to reset the system, but it kept sliding back to the error code. He activated his comlet and initiated a scan for any system error cod
es noted throughout the compound. Stepping back inside her room, he scanned the oxygen levels with his comlet, satisfied when they came back normal. The temperature and humidity were low, but that would not pose harm.

  Back in the corridor, he glanced at the control panel again. It had reset, the measurements showing as normal. His comlet displayed error codes for the earlier system disruption when the ice broke through the wall. But nothing more recent was detected.

  Odd.

  Peering inside the small window in Priya’s door, he was satisfied to see her still sleeping. In the morning, they would continue as normal. As they had to. He would not be deterred from his agenda.

  “Commander?” His comlet buzzed with a notice from engineering.

  “Yes?”

  “I noticed you ran a system scan just now. Is anything the matter?”

  Priya rolled over in her sleep. The top blanket slipped down some, baring the very tip of her shoulder. Perhaps he should go inside and cover her again.

  “Commander?”

  The voice drew him back to attention. “Nothing is amiss.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Quixx pulled away from her door and headed to his own quarters. He would be unable to sleep, but his body craved rest after the exertion of sex with the human. He’d never imagined a human female’s body to be so curved, so beautiful. Axxeon women were tall and slender, lacking such feminine architecture of the hip and breasts. He preferred the feel of Priya. It was addicting and he wanted more.

  His palms ached with the longing to mold to Priya’s full, soft teats and have the hard tips pressing into his skin. Suddenly, his body lit with the need to go inside her room and be with her while she slept. He longed for it as he longed for the sunshine, and pure air. An ache pressed against his heart, as if it needed her to continue beating.

  Enough.

  This was ridiculous and unwarranted. His system was flooded with hormones from their mating. It would pass.