by Kyle, Celia
She rocked her hips, meeting his thrusts and gathering what pleasure she could from his attentions.
“Is this what you desired, shaa kouva? My fingers,” He leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to her lips before pulling away. Then he whispered those erotic words against her mouth. “Did you wish to have my fingers in your pus-see? Did you wish for me to fuhk you?”
Lana sobbed and nodded. This was what she wanted, what she desired above all. “Yes. Please. More.”
“Do you want my mouth, beloved? Do you want me to taste your cunt?” She clenched around his fingers, pussy saying more than words ever could. “I believe that you would.”
He didn’t give her enough time to say another word or protest his sudden movements. Because one minute he knelt between her spread legs and the next minute he was spread out between her thighs. His mouth hovered over her soaked mound, his eyes now trained on that intimate part of her.
“You look delicious here. Wet and slick for your mate. Your pussy desires me.” And he sounded damned smug about it too. “Your body calls for its mate.” God, yes it did. “And your scent teases me. You will be delicious, shaa kouva.” The dragon’s eyes met hers. “And mine for eternity.”
Lana didn’t have an answer to that assertion, but she didn’t need one. Not when Taulan lowered his mouth and sated her thrumming desire. He lapped at her pussy, tracing her slit from top to bottom and then returning for another taste. His deep rumbles and growls stoked the fire of her need and she writhed.
“Please, Taulan,” she cried for more, for less, for it all.
He didn’t respond to her plea, but instead, hooked her legs over his shoulders as he settled in for more. His new position opened her to him, baring her fully to his gaze. He rumbled, the sound almost a purr, and went after her pleasure in earnest.
His tongue circled her clit, going round and round the tiny nub of nerves. She panted with the pleasure, the feel of his tongue on her driving her insane with need and wanting.
“Yes. There.” She trembled and shook, hips following his movements. She didn’t want him to abandon her clit, her… cunt. God, the word was so delicious and dark and a thrill of desire came with every repetition.
Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. She wanted him there, deep and hard and fast until she screamed his name in pleasure. Until she shattered in his arms.
Those fingers continued to pump in and out of her sheath, digits curled and pressing against her G-spot with intimate precision. He lifted his head and blew warm air across her pussy. “Do I please you, shaa kouva?”
“Yes,” she whined and followed it up with a whimper. “More.”
“More what?”
Lana cried out in frustration, her arousal making her insane with unending need. “Lick me. Fuck me.”
“Touch your breasts for me, shaa kouva. Show me what your craving can make you do. Pleasure yourself.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Not when her nipples hardened even further. Not when her nipples begged to be plucked and teased. She kneaded the pale mounds while Taulan returned to his ministrations. A wave of pleasure rolled over her, traveling from her toes to head and back again. She lost control of her body, no longer able to suppress the violent trembles that overtook her.
Then it got worse—better?—as deep growls and rumbles escaped her mate’s mouth. They vibrated against her clit, her shakes intensifying as her pleasure increased tenfold. She lost herself to the pleasure, to the joy of his mouth and fingers. She floated in a world of earthquakes and gusting winds, her body shaking and breathing heavy. The bliss threatened to wash over her, climbing higher and higher with every breath—with every pluck of her nipples and nibble of her clit.
She let her eyes drift closed while whimpers and moans escaped her lips. She begged and pleaded, prayed for more and less as the sensations and ecstasy overwhelmed her. She climbed toward the precipice, his attentions giving her more and more joy.
“Fuck. Yes. Fuck my pussy.” He grumbled and growled, his movements intensifying. “Fuck my cunt.”
She wanted it all, she wanted more. With those words, he gave it. He redoubled his efforts until she couldn’t breathe for the pleasure.
Then… then he scraped that sensitized bundle of nerves.
And that was it, that was what she needed to explode into a shower of pleasure. Her pussy milked his fingers, and her body tensed, muscles tightening as she was thrown from the precipice. She screamed with her release, her orgasm stealing every hint of control she might have held. She shook with the overwhelming sensations, and each of his growls and groans made her orgasm stretch onward. She was a ball of unending ecstasy, of pleasure that seemed to multiply with each passing second.
She screamed Taulan’s name, back arched and body bowed, her muscles no longer her own. She panted and begged—begged him to stop, to continue, to help her struggle through the sensations he caused.
And when she thought she’d die from the pleasure, from the utter bliss he caused, he slowed his movements. He gradually eased the gentle suckling of her clit and the thrust of his fingers. He eased his rapid pace until she could breathe again, until she could think of more than his mouth and hands on her body.
When she could breathe once more, no longer overtaken by his attentions, she slumped against the soft couch. Trembling remnants of pleasure still racked her, but at least she could think once again.
Think and open her eyes to meet Taulan’s gaze, to see his glowing eyes and his dragon that lurked near the surface.
“Taulan,” she whispered his name, unable to remain quiet.
“Lana,” he murmured. “My Lana.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her mound. “You are delicious, my Lana.” He eased away from her and rose to his feet. The bulge of his pants gave undeniable proof that he desired her and she licked her lips, wondering what he’d taste like. Was she ready to take that step, to be even more vulnerable before him? She wasn’t sure just yet. “Come, shaa kouva. I would like to taste you again but in our bed this time.”
She didn’t have an answer to her question, but she did know one thing—she wanted him to taste her all night.
11
Lana was beautiful as she slept tangled in the sheets of Earth silk. He had ordered his warriors to not only gather her belongings, but also items for their quarters. She was already stuck with a wingless male—he would not be a failure in any other way. She would have the best the planet had to offer. Thankfully the Negotiate Master Zurer joi Sobol negotiated trade agreements with Earth that ensured their ability to make purchases without worrying over payment. The sparkling crystals Preors considered trinkets were highly valued on Earth though the humans called them diamonds.
They apparently had the technology to create them using machinery and science, but a large part of the population preferred “natural” stones.
Taulan did not care what the humans liked as long as it allowed him the ability to purchase items that would make his kouva smile. She had smiled and moaned when she slipped between the sheets. He believed she had even purred like an Earth feline. For some reason, the sound and sinuous movements as she wiggled beneath the deep purple fabric made him hard. It had taken every shred of honor in his soul not to take what she subconsciously offered. Or perhaps she had known what a temptation she presented.
No, he would not succumb. He would not… The words repeated in a well-known mantra now.
He was not sure whether he tried to convince his heart or his cock. Perhaps both.
Jarek did not mention the difficulty he would have in not bedding his mate. Being near her in this way, while she remained clad in the smallest bits of cloth and only hidden by a thin layer of fabric… He was not sure he could resist her much longer.
No. He would not…
Lana breathed deeply and writhed amidst the folds of purple, body contorting as she released a low moan. Her arms stretched to her sides, back bowed and leg straightened. Taulan recognized the movements, seeing as they were similar to his morning stretches
when he shook off the night’s sleep. Except his usually included a flutter of his massive wings.
But now…
Taulan coughed, jarring his mate from the last vestiges of slumber. She opened her eyes with a flutter of lashes. Her unfocused eyes met his and a few more blinks gave him her intense stare.
“Taulan,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She gave him a small smile and a hint of pink stained her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? By him? By what they’d done together?
Of course. Her mate was the wingless bastard of—
“Did I sleep too late?”
That was not who he was, but what he was. Today would be the first day of showing her the type of man she mated. He hoped. If he hadn’t ruined everything with his passion the night before.
“No,” he assured her. “I thought we could spend a few hours together today.”
“But,” her brows pinched together. “Don’t you have to—“
Taulan’s denial was immediate. “Nothing is more important than you.” He crouched beside the bed but kept his hands to himself. If he touched her, he would take her, and his restraint would have been for nothing. “A Preor male spends his life hoping to experience the Knowing. War and violence destroyed our female population, but that did not vanquish our prayers.”
He risked a soft touch to her cheek, the gentle stroke of her smooth skin with a single finger. He could not allow himself more. “My own were answered by you, shaa kouva, and I will spend the remainder of my days becoming worthy of you. Yet even if I fail to be the male you deserve, I will be the only male you know.” Taulan leaned forward, unable to resist her. He still remembered the taste of her lips and the way her tongue slid against his. “Because now that I have you—and tasted you—I will not let you go.”
The truth settled into his bones. Had he still possessed his wings, he would have stretched them, showing his strength and allowing the certainty to suffuse his scales.
Lana’s breath caught with a soft gasp, her eyes widening with surprise and… fear? No, not true fear. He’d witnessed that expression when they’d still been among the Ujal. This was more of a wariness. He could overcome a wary nature, but not stark fear.
“I, uh…”
He traced her lower lip, the small bit of flesh pink and plump and begging to be nibbled. “You are mine, Lana joi Taulan Coburn. And what I claim, I keep. I am not your Steven, but you are mine.”
At least until he was killed in battle.
When a shy smile teased her lips, a spark of pleasure in her gaze, he decided he would not die in battle.
He also would not claim her yet. Just in case.
She flicked her tongue out, dampening her lower lip and lapping at his thumb at the same time. His hardness strained against his pants, cock fighting for freedom, and he took a slow, deep breath in an effort to calm his need.
“Are you prepared to face the day?”
“I, uh, what am I facing?” She raised her eyebrows.
“A day with me at your side.”
“Here?” Her frantic gaze bounced between him and the wide bed. He’d given up the War Master’s primary resting chamber so she could sleep undisturbed and comfortably.
He only wished he could join her now. He grinned and hid his grimace when his dick protested the confines of his clothing. “No.” He shook his head. “I thought I would show you the ship. The fleet is your home until we return to Preor. I do not want you to become lost among the decks and walkways.”
It was also a way to get her away from the temptation a bed presented.
“Sure,” she whispered and nodded. “I’ll just…” she glanced around the room, eyes falling on the box he’d given her last evening. “I’ll find something to wear and we can go.”
Taulan’s attention followed hers and recalled exactly what was present. Hardly anything worth wearing as a Preor female, let alone the mate of the ship’s War Master. Preor females were given the best of what was available and as a mated female, his Lana deserved anything to make her smile.
Unable to resist tasting her, he leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers in a gentle kiss. He could not dare to take mo—
He did not take, but his kouva gave. She was the aggressor, the one to unleash her passion and claim his mouth. In moments he was drawn into the sensual storm. He leaned over her, giving her his weight and wrenched control. He dominated their kiss, he directed the course of their desire, he was about to find release in his own clothing like a dragonlet with his shell stuck to his backside.
Taulan pulled away from her, ripping his lips from hers and turning his head so the temptation was no longer so close. Panting, he closed his eyes and fought for calm. His back twitched and jerked, his wing base trembling, and he knew if he still had them, they’d flutter with his need and unfulfilled arousal. Regret speared him and he shoved the unending mourning aside.
He’d lamented his lost wings long enough and he would allow himself time to feel those emotions later. Today was a time of… of discovery. The Knowing supplied him with much genetic memory and Jarek had supplemented that knowledge. Enough to know he wished to discover all of the secrets of Lana’s delicious body.
“Taulan?” Her soft question drew his mind from the throbbing in his pants and back to his mate.
“I will secure alternative clothing. The ship has patterns for most female Preor clothing. It will not take much time to have something created.” Pink tinged her cheeks and her lips twisted with a grimace. His heartbeat stuttered and he had the uneasy feeling he had stepped wrongly. “Unless you prefer your clothing. Does it have sentimental value? I can have the ship clean—“
“Taulan,” her soft touch nearly shattered what little control he’d gathered. “It’s fine. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like something to wear that’s more like the Preor anyway.”
Her small smile did not smooth his scales, but he nodded.
“Can you make something without the slits for…” She waved her hand toward her back.
This time he shook his head. “Only males have wings.” Except me. “A male requires the mobility and strength of a dragon to protect his mate and dragonlets. A female’s sole purpose is to provide softness to her mate and dragonlets. Two extremes to find balance. I protect,” he pressed his hand to his chest. “You nurture.” He did not trust himself to place his hand on her body, so instead, he merely caressed her hand. Unwilling to test himself further, he rose and strode to a nearby panel. It did not take him long to enter his request.
When he turned, he found Lana staring at him. “The panel will alert you when its task is complete and clothing is prepared. The cleansing room is through there.” He gestured at the opposite door. “And I will await you in the central meeting room.” No, that was not the correct term. Jarek shared the knowledge with him. And because Jarek knew, so now did Taulan. He simply had to ask for it. “I will await you in the living room.”
And as she lifted the dark purple sheet from her body, revealing the curves clad in tight clothing, he fled the room. A male could only suffer so much temptation.
12
Lana caught her breath with a low gasp at first sight of the aerie. The second breath came out as a whooshing gust, all air leaving her lungs. It was… She didn’t have the words. Beautiful wasn’t an apt description. It wasn’t enough. It didn’t fully describe the soaring sky nor the lush green grass. It couldn’t explain the scents of earth and crisp air. It couldn’t explain the varying colors of light that danced across the sky.
No, beautiful definitely wasn’t enough.
“We’re still on the ship?” She wasn’t sure why she whispered, but it seemed necessary. Like she couldn’t speak in her normal voice in such a blessed place.
“Yes.” Taulan matched her volume but she heard the smile in his voice. “The humans call this the stern—the rear. The battleship is large, but half is comprised of the communal aerie.”
Communal aerie.
Communal, right. She�
��d forgotten that part. She wasn’t sure why. The shouts and laughter of other Preor filled the air, the flying males dancing through the faux skies. Taulan told her that fully shifting on a ship was not allowed, but a Preor still needed to feel wind beneath his wings.
“Are you prepared to enter? You recall my explanation?”
His explanation… Gravity shifted within the aerie. Up became sideways as the gravity pivoted. The ship wasn’t tall enough to accommodate such a large space, so the Preor elongated their vessels and toyed with science. How that was easier, she didn’t know, but whatever gave her the gorgeous view worked for her.
“Lana?” He stroked her arm, his callused hands caressing her skin and she remembered those palms and fingers skating over her body, bringing her to release.
She nodded, the view stealing her breath for a moment. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard. “Yes.”
His smile blinded her, the proof of his joy shining brighter than the fake sun that illuminated the aerie. “Then let me show you some of Preor.”
The hand on her lower back urged her forward and she did as he desired. He wanted to show her a hint of his world and she wanted to see it.
The transition from the ship to the altered aerie sent her stumbling, but Taulan quickly righted her, his grip firm and sure. She grasped his muscular bicep and he tensed beneath her touch. Because he didn’t want her? Just last night he’d…
Taulan groaned and pulled her close, enveloping her in his arms. His thick cock was snug against her lower belly, proving her wrong. He was already hard for her and she found herself growing wet with an answering desire.
“Shaa kouva,” he rasped and she shuddered, his voice stroking her from head to toe.
“Shaa kouvi.” The Knowing had the words popping to her lips, the endearment as natural as breathing. The Preor genetic knowledge crept forward, overwhelming her in its strength. Once those two words burst free, more followed in their footsteps. From the Preor language to history, her mind was filled with thoughts that were not her own.
