She didn’t hear Tren join her, but felt him at her back, his body brushing up against hers. His arms laced around her torso loosely as he rested his chin on her head.
"How do you like the view?" He asked the question with a lazy casualness she didn’t trust.
"It’s nice."
"Only nice?" He spun her in his arms and she peered up at him to see him frowning slightly. "This location is not to your liking? Do you not like warm weather and living along the beach?"
"I love tropical climates. And the place appears gorgeous, but there’s not much point in getting too attached." She shrugged. "I mean, this is temporary right?"
"What if it weren’t? Would you mind living long term in a location such as this?" His gaze bored into hers intently.
She scrunched her nose up at his questions. "What’s with the twenty questions?"
"Just curiosity. For the auction, of course. Your new owner will want to know." His lips curved into a smile when he said this and mirth danced in his eyes.
"You’re a jerk," she replied with none of her usual heat. His words depressed her instead of riling her like they usually did.
"I know. Now get your buttocks inside and eat something so I can show you around."
She wanted to ask why he bothered, but he’d already gone through the curtains. Casting a look out over paradise, she could admit—at least to herself—that if she could have a say in her future, she wouldn’t mind a place like this.
Megan went back into the room and saw Tren already lounging on the bed, eating off a laden tray. Hunger of a different sort filled her and she undulated her hips as she crossed the room toward him. His eyes lit with a glow she recognized, but he didn’t move to act upon it. Annoyed, Megan sat cross legged on the bed to eat, still naked and displaying her pussy, not that he paid her any mind.
She didn’t say much as she chewed and watched him as he explained that other than the staff, they were alone, the guards for his compound housed in a barracks area a short distance away. However, as he continued to elucidate, it didn’t mean she shouldn’t exercise caution. Megan listened to him and wondered why he bothered with such a long speech extolling the place’s virtues. Weren’t they leaving as soon as the ship got fixed?
Not that she was that eager to depart. Truthfully, whether she separated from him today or tomorrow, with her heart invested, it would hurt no matter what. So she had a choice: mope about something she couldn’t change, or enjoy herself while she could.
She’d always hated whiny bitches and refused to turn into one. Once she finished eating, she set the tray aside and crooked a finger at him.
Tren stopped midsentence and a lusty expression came over his face. "Are you sure? You just woke from a healing sleep. Perhaps you’d like some more fresh air or—"
She sighed. "For a pirate, you’re really sucking at the plundering aspect. I mean, what’s a captive got to do to get ravaged around here?"
She squealed as he pounced on her, a sound cut short by his lips covering hers in a scorching embrace that stole her breath.
Unlike some of their previous frantic couplings, he took his time with her, caressing her with a gentleness that made her gasp. He explored her mouth thoroughly, his tongue meshing wetly with hers. Megan clung to him tightly, her arms wrapped around his neck, enjoying the feel of his heavier body on hers. He left off her mouth and moved to her neck, licking and nipping at her soft skin. The sharp edge of his teeth scraping at her flesh made her tremble.
"I missed you while you rested in your healing sleep," he whispered as he kissed his way down between her breasts.
"What? You did?" She raised her head to peer down at him incredulously. He gazed back at her, his mien completely serious.
"I did. It’s probably a sign of impending mental illness, but I am quite happy you’ve woken." His lips curved into a crooked smile.
Megan couldn’t help her lips from curling into a soft smile of pleasure. "I’m glad you came for me."
"Never doubt me," he growled, his eyes turning dark. He clenched her nipple with his teeth and bit down.
Megan gasped, her body arching under his as his gentle bite sent a jolt straight to her pussy. A chuckle vibrated against her breast before he swirled his tongue around her throbbing tip. Sucking it into his mouth, he sent a never ending stream of electric zings down to her already damp cleft. He switched breasts, paying equal torturous attention to the other.
When he stopped, she mewled in loss, but he seemed determined to torture her. He moved down her body slowly, his lips caressing her skin softly, driving her crazy with need. He nuzzled the apex of her thighs and she parted them, her chest heaving as she fought to capture her breath. She lost it in a whoosh as his tongue jabbed at her damp core. Her fingers found his hair and hung on tight as he ate her, his tongue and mouth alternating between nibbling and flicking her clit then delving into her sex. He inserted two fingers into her channel, pumping her with his digits as his tongue skimmed over her sensitive nub. Her pelvic muscles clenched his fingers tight, her hips rocking in cadence to his thrusts.
When he bit her swollen clit gently with the sharp points of his teeth, she bowed off the bed with a scream. He pushed her back down and anchored her with his hands, and did it again, applying even more pressure. Her climax crested and crashed with an intensity that made her lose her mind. He grunted with satisfaction as he moved up to cover her body. She shoved at him.
"Get on your back," she ordered. A sensual grin crossed his face as he obeyed, but only to a certain point. As she went to straddle him to return the pleasure, he caught her and flipped her so that her pussy rested above his face. Quivers rocked her pussy as she realized his intention. Sixty nine was such a lovely number.
His cock, a darker purple than the rest of him strained from his bare groin, the lack of balls on the outside making it appear even larger. She grasped him at the root, enjoying the way he pulsed in her palm. She laved the pink tip with her tongue, tasting the sweetness of his arousal. She drew him into her mouth with decadent languor. She loved to tease him, to feel her big brash pirate tremble at her touch. To hear him groan as she sucked his dick, grazing her teeth along its length. But he didn’t let her oral torture go unanswered. His hands drew her sex down so that he could probe her with his tongue. Already sensitive from her climax, she quaked and would have moved from the intensity of his touch, but he held her firm, made her a prisoner to his tongue and mouth, rebuilding her bliss.
She tried to ignore what he did to her pussy by bobbing her head up and down the length of him, taking him deep enough to make her throat convulse, then out again. He grew in her mouth, his cockhead widening, a signal she’d learned announced his impending climax. Yet again, though, he thought to control their lovemaking. He manhandled her until she faced him again, her throbbing pussy straddling his waist.
Megan smiled at him, lifting herself so that her sex hovered just over the tip of him. His blue eyes flashed with passion. Out shot his hands to grab her around the waist and push her down, ramming his cock up into her. She cried out at the suddenly full sensation, her back arching. She didn’t move for a moment, holding him inside of her, enjoying the pulsing strength of him buried in her most intimate part. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on his chest while her hair swung forth to create a private curtain where only she and Tren existed.
Rotating her hips, she ground herself against him, circling and pushing against him in a swirling motion that put direct pressure on her clit and made her moan. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, his enjoyment spurring her to move harder, faster. He stared at her as they undulated in rhythm, the only sound the harsh pants of their quickening breath and the soft, wet sound of their joining. She couldn’t tear her eyes from his. The intensity in them caught her more firmly than his tractor beam ever had, and she wondered at the change in them. The change in him.
A part of her realized that since her waking, his attitude towards her had shifted. If she didn’t
know any better, she’d say he cared for her and no longer hid it. Foolish, hopeful thinking on her part probably, but she couldn’t help fantasizing as she leaned down to kiss his lips, bestowing upon him a tender embrace full of the longing and love she felt for him.
As if sensing her fragile emotions, he kept his response just as light and sensual, slowing their pace into a tantalizing tease. A tear at his gentleness, escaped and rolled down her cheek. He must have felt it because he stopped all motion.
"Why do you cry?"
"Am not," she retorted, her lie soft and unconvincing.
In a swift motion, he rolled so she lay beneath him. "Open your eyes," he ordered.
She clamped them tight. "No."
"Please."
How could she ignore his plea? She blew out a heavy breathe, her throat tight, and opened lids, damp with moisture. His thumb brushed at one eye, smearing the brimming tears.
A spasm crossed his face. "Do you hurt?"
She shook her head. Another lie, she hurt, just not physically like he assumed.
"You are sad?"
She thought about fibbing, but didn’t. "A little. Don’t worry. I’ll get over it."
"Why are you sad?"
She shrugged. "I don’t know. I guess I miss home."
His eyes darkened and his face tightened. "This is now your home."
"Only until you sell me," she snapped back, anger an easier emotion to feel than sorrow.
"And if I were to keep you?" He threw that out there, a word bomb that stole her voice. His brow furrowed. "Why do you not answer? Is the idea so abhorrent?"
He didn’t wait for her answer. He kissed her fiercely, possessively. His cock, still buried inside her, began to pump, in and out, quickly thickening and butting against her sensitive inner walls. She clung to him, matching him kiss for kiss, thrust for thrust. She didn’t dare speak. Didn’t dare hope he meant his words. But she could show him.
They rode the wave to their pleasure together, flesh slapping, breaths tangled, their erotic energy building. He tore his lips from hers as they reached the crest, his eyes blazing with passion.
"You are mine," he growled. With that startling, possessive announcement, he buried his face into the crook of her neck—and bit her.
Megan screamed, not from the pain of him breaking her skin with his sharp teeth, but from the crushing pleasure of her orgasm. Ecstasy rolled over her in a tidal rush, sweeping her up and shaking her with bliss.
And it wouldn’t end.
With each suck of her neck, and the blood that surely flowed, the crest of her climax rose higher, and higher. When she thought she would pass out from the potency of it, she discovered paradise. Somehow, Tren touched her soul, a feat, she’d never imagined, but how else to explain it. She floated out of her body, which would have been really scary, except Tren found her in that vast, lonely limbo. His own spirit wrapped around hers, twined with it, meshing himself in a permanent way that brought with it a sense of completion. Rightness.
Like I’ve come home.
Chapter Twelve
Tren woke first, and he used that moment to stare in silence at the alien female who’d captured his heart—and soul. Not that he was ready to tell her that yet. He didn’t want to give her that much power over him, even if she already unconsciously wielded it.
The stunning realization that he couldn’t live without Megan rocked him still. He’d fought an inner battle against caring for her—and lost. His capitulation and admittance when he’d watched over her during her convalescence that he loved her was the driving force behind the reason he’d brought her to his secret hideaway. A first ever.
He’d claimed the planet in his youth, and over the years built himself a home and a security system that rivaled that of kings and heads of government. He should know since he’d designed most of theirs.
And he’d brought Megan to it, brought her home. He still remained undecided as to what he would do about his acquisitions business. Much of that depended on Megan. His marked mate.
He’d bitten her the night before, unable to stop himself, wanting; actually, make that needing to claim her. She didn’t know it yet, but she belonged to him, forever, whether she liked it or not. He dared hope the former.
As for her belief he still intended to auction her, he kept the ruse up for the entertainment of seeing her get mad. Although, he might have to drop it soon because he’d noticed sadness in her eyes the last few times she’d attempted to rile him with it. He couldn’t stand to see her upset. Her silent tears during their copulation tore at him and roused a fear in him that she wanted to leave him. Never!
He still needed to recover from the anxiety he’d suffered at her capture and beating. That will never happen again. He’d hate to be the idiot who ever harmed a hair on her head. If they thought him vicious as a mercenary, then watch out, because as a mate he could promise worse.
Megan stirred against him, and he brushed the hair at her temple back so he could press a kiss there. She sighed softly and wiggled her bottom against him. Blood rushed to his cock, which expanded, but that would have to wait for later. He’d made other plans for the morning.
He whipped the sheet back and she squealed. "Hey, it’s chilly. Give it back."
"Get your lazy human buttocks out of bed, female. We have work to do." She rolled onto her back and shot him a dark look. He grinned in reply, loving how she never let him intimidate her.
"What’s with this we? If you have something to do, go ahead. Me, I’m crawling back under the blankets and enjoying this bed some more. After all, someone made sure I didn’t get to use it much for sleep last night." She scowled as she said it, but couldn’t stop the humor from lighting her eyes, or the sensual stretch of her body.
Tren’s cock jerked in response. Megan smiled as she dragged her hand down over her belly, then further to the curls that crowned her cleft. Tren growled at her teasing maneuver. "Megan," he warned.
"What?" She widened her eyes with mock innocence as she bent her legs and parted her thighs. She no sooner exposed her pink flesh than she dipped her own finger into her sex.
Tren was only a male, and a weak one when it came to her it seemed. He fell on her like a ravening beast and gave his mate what she so obviously desired.
Then again, to make sure she could last for the time it took to accomplish his planned task.
After cleansing themselves and feasting on the fruit harvested by his staff from the trees in his personal orchard, he finally managed to get her out into the courtyard where he’d had his rack of weapons hauled out for practice.
She perused them and threw him a questioning look.
"You asked that I teach you self-defense. Welcome to your first lesson," he announced as he stripped his shirt off and flexed his upper body.
Her expression brightened. "Really? I thought you said I didn’t need it."
He shrugged. "You don’t, because I intend to be all the protection you need, but it was not an unreasonable request in the unlikely event I am not around."
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll use this knowledge to hurt you?" She smirked as she said this and Tren laughed.
"You will have to work very hard before you can hope to do that. So come on, my little barbarian. Do your worst."
They spent several units grappling because, as he explained, the first element of defense involved learning what a body was capable of on its own.
She hit the ground often—thankfully he’d padded it ahead of time to protect her more fragile constitution. Each time she landed, she got up and scowled at him with annoyance, then cursed him with expressions he’d never imagined. But she didn’t complain. She kept picking herself up, and rushed him again.
When he called a halt, a sheen of sweat covered her body and her breath came hard.
"Not bad, but I think next time we’ll concentrate on a weapon. You’re just too tiny to do any real damage," he taunted.
Megan’s jaw dropped. "Tiny? Are you kidding me? I’ve be
en called a lot of things in my time, but tiny is not one of them. You have seen the size of my ass, right?"
Tren grinned. "I have seen your buttocks and quite enjoy their round softness. Would you care for me to show you how much?"
Megan laughed, and Tren didn’t resist approaching her for a passionate kiss. He almost bent her over in the courtyard, so quickly did she fire his passion, but he’d planned another surprise and wouldn’t allow himself to become distracted—yet.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he scooped her up into his arms. She laced her arms around his neck as he carried her down the path to the beach.
"Please tell me we’re going for a swim?" she asked eagerly.
"If it pleases you. I had the staff bring down some food and a blanket so we might eat outdoors."
"Awesome. A picnic."
Her obvious pleasure made him smile. He’d no sooner set her on the sandy beach than she stripped and ran for the waves, laughing in delight. Tren stood watching her for a moment, his heart swelling uncontrollably tight. A connection existed between them now, invisible, yet stronger than any bond he’d ever imagined. He turned his back to unpack the basket, but he could still sense her location, and even odder, catch her emotions. Joy as she caroused in the waves but, even more awe-inspiring, he could feel her strong affection for him.
He’d never paid attention in the past to the talks of mating among his kind. He’d never expected it to apply to him although his parents had enjoyed such a bond. The experience far surpassed the bits and pieces he did know.
When he had the blanket arranged to his liking, he joined her in the water, stripping off his clothing first. He sluiced through the waves until he caught her naked body and rubbed it against his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled at him. Her eyes shone and her lips curved in a smile while her pleasure at his presence wrapped around his being in a warm embrace.
"What are you thinking?" he asked although he already knew through their bond.
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