by Lily Anton
She shook her head. “Don’t worry. She claims I’m just as stubborn as you are.”
He huffed a laugh at that, leaning in and capturing her lips with his own. Amusement transformed into desire, his mouth moving against hers with a hunger he could not hide.
She bit his lower lip playfully, drawing a low growl from the back of his throat that had the scent of her arousal flaring.
His tongue sought out hers as their hands roamed each other’s skin; his fingers moving underneath the fabric of her shirt and cupping a full breast in one hand. His thumb circled the pebbled tip, her body bucking against his as she gasped.
The thought of her bare before him was his only goal, moving to lift the shirt over her head.
She stiffened within his arms and he now knew why. “You are beautiful. Do not think otherwise.” He almost winced at his firm tone, but whatever she saw in his eyes made her believe it enough to raise her arms.
Smooth skin and gentle curves were dotted sparingly with small spots of brown he’d noticed before. He wished he could spend forever mapping out every part of her body, but now was not the time for such things.
Without warning he leaned forward, his lips latched on to her breast, his tongue circling the taut nipple.
He had assumed correctly that it was a source of pleasure for her, and as her arousal spiked yet again, hummed in satisfaction as he sucked gently, her hands bracing themselves on his shoulders as she allowed him access to her body.
The loose fitting sleep pants he had on were no longer as loose as they once were, his erection straining against the fabric.
Ezon ignored it for now, removing his mouth from her breast and kissing his way down her stomach as far as he could reach in their current position, the limitations of which were now apparent as he stood up, towering over her.
He picked her up in one fluid motion, allowing them both to fall back onto the bed, his body rolling over on top of hers.
“If you do not wish to-” He was cut off as Leila wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him like her life depended on it, her legs hooking themselves around his waist. He could feel the wetness between them against his stomach, and without breaking the kiss, reached down to pull his pants off and cast them aside.
Holy Waters, she was so very perfect: her body flush with want and her eyes dark with desire as he eventually gazed down upon her.
His erection was undeniable, pressing firmly against her hip, the tentacles around it writhing and caressing all the skin it could find.
She jerked slightly underneath him, and concern marred his features until he saw she was smiling.
“It tickles…” she murmured, wiggling.
He smiled, adjusting his hips so that the hard length of him rested against her core. Her own smile quickly morphed into a pleasured moan, his tendrils finding her slick folds with ease, toying playfully with the small nub above them.
They had barely begun and already he could feel her heart racing, her body tense as she arched into him.
“Holy shit…” she exclaimed breathlessly.
Such a strange human expression but he understood the meaning. His own body was already readying itself for release, and he had not yet entered her. “It has been some time since I have…”
Leila’s hand caressed his cheek, ensuring he was looking directly at her. The emotion he saw within them was breathtaking. “It has been a long time for me too…”
The admission on her part quelled some of his desire to hilt himself inside her with one swift motion, and he nodded, kissing her and allowing their tongues to dance together as he positioned himself at her entrance.
His member was already slick with lubricant as he slowly pushed forward, the tapered head slipping easily inside.
She went still beneath him, and he could feel herself trying to relax into his kiss and allow her body to accept more of him.
Ezon bit back a growl; he was barely within her and already he was overwhelmed by the heat surrounding him as he slowly pushed forward, groaning into her mouth.
“Breathe,” he whispered between kisses, waiting for her body to adjust to his widening girth.
The silk-like grip of her around his shaft relaxed enough for him to angle his hips, both of them feeling the moment he pushed passed a ring of muscle and slid completely home.
“Oh…” she breathed out, gripping his back, her nails raking slightly across his skin. Ezon grunted as he closed his eyes, fighting for every ounce of restraint he had.
They stayed like that for several moments, and when he opened his eyes, found himself looking down upon his smiling huerta. “I should warn you…,” Leila hummed. “I don’t think I’ll last very long…”
Ezon’s throaty chuckle was felt between them, his golden eyes shining with mirth.
Instead of answering straight away, he pulled out slightly and thrust gently back into her, eliciting a strangled moan.
His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he all but purred. “That will not be a problem.”
With one hand now by the side of her head, and another gripping her lip, Ezon began a slow, languorous pace, allowing himself to withdraw almost completely before pushing back in.
He savored the way she felt, muscles rippling over his cock, unwilling to let go. She was so very tight, her silken heat making him gently nip at her neck as he tried not to spill himself inside her just yet.
As if sensing his restraint, Leila dug her heels into his back, his hips rotating as he hilted himself within her once more, the angle causing her back to arch off the bed in pleasure, a gasp greeting his ears.
It was his undoing.
His lips found hers, swallowing her gasps and moans as he snapped his hips forward, again and again as his controlled thrusts grew erratic and hurried.
He could feel her walls clenching around him as he repeatedly sunk himself into her, hitting some unknown spot within her body that was causing her to tremble with need.
The sound of their love-making took on a more primal tone; skin slapping skin as she clawed his back, both his hands now on her hips, holding her in place as he all but fucked her into the bed.
Ezon felt her contract around his cock, her whole body shaking as he fell over the edge from her pleasure, his name silent on her lips as he continued driving into her, following Leila towards his own climax.
With one last forceful thrust he stayed buried inside her, his own body tensing as his jerked, his seed spilling into her with surprising force.
The Calling demanded he bond with her, his eyes gazing at her neck and his teeth itching to break skin as white spots danced in his vision.
It took all his self-restraint to ignore her neck, kissing her once more as he moaned into her mouth. Blood roared in his ears, pleasure rolling through him in waves he did not fight against.
His orgasm was long and drawn out, leaving him gasping for breath when he finally felt himself soften slightly within her and began to pull away.
Leila’s hands stilled him, her eyes glazed over in bliss as she kept him in place. “Not yet,” she whispered.
He kissed her nose. “As you wish.”
Even with his cock flaccid, the tentacles around it still lazily explored her body as much as they were able.
The dampness of her skin against his own gave him a rush of pleasure that had nothing to do with his orgasm. He was the responsible for the sheer contentment that radiated from her and it settled something within him that he had not realized needed it.
Small bumps all along her body eventually made him aware that she was cold, and despite a mild protest on her part, he slowly pulled out of her, noting the purple tinted seed that trailed down her inner thighs and onto the sheets.
He adjusted them on the bed so that they were no longer sideways, his chest against her back as he kissed her shoulder.
She took his arm, bringing it towards her to wrap around herself and moved back into his arms. Reaching down, Ezon grabbed hold of the end of the blanket,
bringing it up over their bodies.
The silence between them was soft; an intimacy permeating through it that had not been there before.
Ezon felt no need to tarnish it with words, choosing to enjoy the moment, his eyes closing as they both dozed off, serenaded by the birdsong outside the window.
He woke several hours later, noting the change in lighting. It was perhaps a little before mid-day, and it was the first time in recent memory that he had slept in so late. The thought of all the obligations that awaited him once he left his area of the palace was a strong incentive to not leave the bed.
Leila had turned around in her sleep and was completely hidden underneath the blankets.
It was impossible to resist unfurling her from the sheets and kissing her forehead. He was met with the tantalizing scents of her skin and their joining from hours before.
She stirred underneath his lips, her mouth opening in a wide yawn as she shuffled her legs. He saw her grimace slightly, and his concern was met with mild amusement as she tried to delicately frame the issue.
“It’s a bit sticky…”
It took him a moment to understand what she was saying, and if the look on her face was any sign, she was thoroughly amused as he apologized for not taking care of such a thing sooner.
She brushed away his apology with a murmured “so cute” and brief kiss good morning, taking her time to sit up as she held the blanket over her chest.
Ezon cocked his head. “Are you cold?”
“What? Oh,” she remarked, as if only just understanding the question. “No, I just…”
Comprehension dawned on him as he lowered his gaze. “You do not wish me to see you?”
There must have been something in his tone as Leila caressed his cheek. “It’s not you. I am...not always comfortable in my body.”
He frowned and shook his head slightly as he looked back up at her. He had not expected such a statement or the hesitancy that came with it. “I do not understand. You are beautiful.”
Leila opened her mouth but closed it, offering him a small smile. His desire to know what was wrong was tempered as she leaned down and kissed him.
“How are you feeling?
Choosing not to push, he nodded. “I am well. Although I admit I would like to bathe.”
Leila’s brow furrowed. “I should have thought of that sooner.”
“There were more pressing needs than a bath,” he smirked, earning him a playful roll of her eyes. Still, he slowly stretched, careful not to overdo it. There was still some stiffness in his back, but the night’s rest had already appeared to do him wonders.
As he stood up, he found Leila gazing at him appreciatively as he moved towards his bath chamber and to prepare the water. In the meantime, he chose to shower swiftly, washing himself with efficiency borne from routine.
“That was fas-ack!” Leila squeaked as stalked towards her, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her to where the bathing pool was quickly filling up, curls of steam from the floral scented water beckoning them forward.
He kept her in his arms as he descended into the bath, setting her down on a submerged bench. She glared at him, although he saw the amusement behind it, chuckling as he went to the side and pressed a button, jets turning on and causing the water to bubble around them.
“Who you knew you guys liked jacuzzis as bathtubs,” Leila said, earning her a confused look.
“Jacuzzi?”
“Similar to this...but we only use it for relaxation, not for bathing,” she clarified.
Ezon nodded, grabbing a cloth and a bottle of soap he’d set aside. “If you would permit me, I would like to wash you.”
The look on her face made him question the request. Such a thing was considered a regular action amongst bondmates (potential or otherwise), but she appeared surprised if not uncomfortable.
“Apologies, it is customary to-”
“Do I get to wash you as well?”
He smiled, tilting his head. “Yes.”
Apparently that was all the confirmation she needed to agree, turning to expose her back to him.
Ezon took his time, the act intimate but also relaxing as they filled the space with idle chatter, although it eventually led to their current circumstances, Leila filling him in on the important pieces he’d missed while recovering.
Opho had been one of the first to immediately come to Ezon’s aid when wounded, already ready in the medical sector of the ship and spent hours upon hours extracting the poison in his body that had been delivered from the blade he'd been stabbed with.
Atens had stayed with Leila, who had refused to do much of anything except wait for news, while Nelo had been bouncing back and forth between checking on him and ensuring the humans on board were okay.
The Tyrrhenian had been forced to return to Debiraan for multiple reasons: Ezon’s life had hung in the balance, repairs to the ship were best made back on the planet, and Captain Raillar had wanted the major security breaches reviewed.
The Baza frigate had docked in the larger ship without any alarms having warned of it (courtesy of Krase), and while there were no remaining Baza on board, it was decided to transport it back for intel extraction.
It had also been deemed not safe to shuttle the humans back to Earth until the ship was repaired and they ensured there were no other Baza ships in the quadrant.
This had apparently led to a bunch more complications although all humans were expected to return back within a week's time.
He was not surprised that Raillar would make that decision. On top of that, considering what had happened, the ship’s security systems needed upgrading, and all crew on board screened and investigated to determine whether Krase had acted alone.
Of course, the traitor had also been brought back to face punishment for his crimes.
Worried that relating this news to him was making her relive what had happened to her, Ezon asked Leila about her thoughts on Debiraan, and if she liked it, finding himself nervous of the response she would give.
“It’s beautiful,” she hummed as he turned her around, gently lifting a breast and running the cloth along the underside. “And everyone has been very welcoming.”
He was glad for that, making this known to her as he leaned down and sucked on her nipple briefly enough to make her gasp. “Good.”
“My turn,” she responded firmly, twirling her finger. He dutifully turned around, feeling her gentle hands on his back.
He closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy this, refusing to think about anything but this moment.
It was unlikely he would be going back to Earth for some time, and not particularly of his own desire. He had argued with his parents over the years enough to know they would put their foot down this time. Especially now that they knew he had found his huerta.
He had always known his time as an active commander would be limited, and what with the Baza that had attacked, he’d be of far more use investigating any potential threats of war than overseeing Earth’s already defensible position.
But what would that even matter if she was not with him?
Instead of wet cloth, the warmth of her small hand rubbing his shoulder broke him out of his thoughts.
“Are you alright?”
Ezon hadn’t noticed how much his back had tensed at the thought of being parted from her.
‘I am fine’ had been on the tip of his tongue, but that’s not what came out.
“I do not wish to lose you.”
The hand on his shoulder stilled, and he closed his eyes even though she could not see his face, his head hung low with the admission.
He felt the water shifting as Leila stepped around him, her hand adjusting but not breaking contact as it glided up his body to his face. Her thumb delicately caressed his cheek.
“I have had a week with almost nothing but time to think about this,” she started. “I’ve spoken to almost everyone I know here...although your parents and Nelo are most certainly biased…”
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He opened his eyes and caught the teasing smirk on her lips.
“I’ve been offered a position,” Leila told him. “Some of the humans have asked to stay here as opposed to going back. I’ve been thinking about it…”
