CONCEPTION (The Others)

by McCarty, Sarah

  He shuddered and closed those wild eyes. “You hunger.” When he opened them, some of his control was back.

  “Yes.” And it was true. Every cell in her tired, battered body ached for him. His scent, his touch, it all seemed to fuel the need for more. Part of it was desire, but part of it was so much more, as if her very cells needed the touch of his. That bonding he’d spoken of.

  He slowly eased her upright, dragging her body down his, letting her feel every ridge and hollow of his well-honed muscle, his forearm across her back a band of steel. Everything about him was pure, primitive male, but not once did he hold her too hard. And she knew that it would be very easy for him to do so. As soon as she got close enough, she leaned into his chest, testing the resiliency of his pecs with her teeth, smiling at his muted groan. His hands caught in her hair. “Do not. You will make me lose control.”

  She liked the idea of that—of him losing control and her being in charge of it. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?” she murmured against his skin. She lapped at the light red mark she’d left. His fingers in her hair twitched. The sense of urgency surrounding them increased. She didn’t know if it was his need or her need, but as the aura built, it was as if there was a third party in control, urging them on, fanning the flames of their desire.

  She bit Deuce again, harder this time, wanting to laugh as his head fell back and his groan swirled through her mind, expanding into the room. She definitely liked him like this. She tried to suck more skin into her mouth, wanting to mark him as hers, but it was stretched too tightly over the muscle beneath. She poked experimentally. Damn, there was no give to the man. She rested her fingertip on the ledge of his collarbone and looked up, way up to his face. The heat and hunger in his gaze burned the pithy remark she’d been going to make right off her tongue.

  Oh God, no man had ever looked at her like that. Like he’d die if he didn’t have her. Like she was the one thing that stood between him and hell. His gaze followed the path of her tongue over her lips with the intensity of a touch. Her lips tingled and her womb clenched as her pussy unfurled and ached with a desperate entreaty. The scent of her arousal floated on the steam. Deuce’s nostrils flared. The skin over his cheekbones tightened as he used his grip on her head to urge her down. “Take from me what you need.”

  He’d said that to her before, with that same cadence, as if it were part of a greater ritual.

  She followed the urging of his hands, knowing what he needed, what they both wanted. She nipped her way down his chest, enjoying the jerk of his skin under each little caress, letting her nails drag over the ridges and valleys of his abdomen. Water sluiced off her back as she knelt. As she slid down, the broad head of his cock slid up over her stomach, and between her breasts. She paused with her lips just inches from the tip, letting her breath slide over him like the rivulets of water pouring over her shoulders. His heavy shaft pulsed, a bead of fluid appeared at the tip, centering the hunger within her. One of his hands slid around to cup the back of her head while the other grasped his cock, angling it for her pleasure.

  “Take what you need.”

  The rasp of his deep voice wrapped around her desire, drawing her with the force of his hand toward that single pearly drop, knowing there would be more, as much as she needed. She touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his penis, closing her eyes as his incredible taste hit her system. So good. So damn good.

  He pushed forward, she pulled back into his hands, teasing them both with the tiny connection, knowing he wouldn’t allow it for long.

  No sooner did she have the thought then his grip on her skull tightened and he pulled her forward, holding her steady for the brush of his cock over the sensitive surface of her lips. The first touch was barren of what she craved, but as more of his come welled, his cock slid easier, painting her mouth with the flavor of desire. He pulled his cock back until it pulsed just out of reach, stroking it as he ordered, “Lick it off.”

  She did, keeping her movements as delicate as she could, wanting to please him, but also herself.

  His cock was right before her, fat with lust, heavy with need. “Put your hands at your sides.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want it.”

  He always felt that was a reason. “Maybe I don’t.”

  His rhythm faltered. “Do not challenge me.”

  “Why not?” She slid her hands up the inside of his thighs, dragging her nails to see if he enjoyed that as much as the other. His whole body shuddered and his fist clenched on his thick shaft. Oh, he definitely liked that.

  His “I cannot maintain control if you challenge me” was a guttural testament to how tenuous his control was.

  “Maybe I don’t want you controlled.” She caught the tip of his penis with her lips and sucked delicately as she rasped her nails across his heavy balls. Deuce swore in a language she didn’t understand. He was losing it. To her. She cupped his balls and squeezed as she kissed the fat head. “Maybe I want to see you wild.”

  His growl was as wildly primitive as she could have wanted. The air swirled with power and lust and then his cock was pushing at her mouth with relentless pressure, demanding admittance as he tugged her hair, forcing her head back. She gasped at the dual assault, every nerve ending leaping with an ecstatic “Yes” as his shaft pushed past her lips. The force of his thrust drove her back. His hand caught her head, protecting her as his body followed hers into the shower wall. His free hand slammed against the tile above her head, catching his weight as his penis spread her lips. Water sprayed his chest before rebounding into her face.

  She had only a second to catch his expression before the spray forced her to close her eyes. Without sight, her other senses surged forward into the almost forbidding mantle of power that welled off him. She caught his thighs with her palms, trying to push him back as he overwhelmed her. Immediately, that sense of power surged against her resistance. She jerked back into the shower wall so hard she could feel the individual tiles biting into her back. She wanted him wild, but this was more than wild. This was Deuce at his most primitive…and this was scary. Through the violence of his need came a stroke of calm.

  “Take what you need, my mate.” The familiar command caught her panic and gentled it. She opened her mouth, accepting his dominance as he thrust his cock within. Immediately, the aggression she feared tapered off into the urgent drive of desire. His hand slid lower, applying pressure at the base of her skull, tilting her head back. His cock slid easier, deeper. “That’s it. Take me.”

  She didn’t have any choice. He leaned in as he pulled her forward. Her lips stretched painfully around the thick shaft as she struggled not to choke. His hand brushed her neck and the tight muscles relaxed. She took him more easily. “More now.”

  More? She opened her eyes and looked down at the thick cock buried in her mouth and the whole lot left over. She couldn’t believe she’d taken what she had. She shook her head, her teeth grazing his shaft as she did. He thrust to the back of her throat. The water pounded on them, around them. There scents mingled in the moist air. His cock pumped in and out of her mouth with a relentless rhythm, demanding something from her. She brought her hands up to his thighs and pushed.

  His index finger traced the line of her cheekbone before drawing over the curve of her cheek to trace the corner of her mouth. His hand dipped to wrap around her throat. The gesture was at once intimidating and possessive. “Open for me.”

  He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant. He leaned forward. She dug her nails into his thighs and pushed back. He groaned. Before she could blink the water out of her eyes, he had her hands trapped above her head. He held her there, half-kneeling and half-suspended while he stood above her, his hair hanging in wet ropes around his massive shoulders, looking down at her with pure satisfaction on his starkly handsome face. Her body jerked with the sensual pleasure of being helpless in his arms.

  “I like you like this even more.” He withdrew his cock slowly until just the t
ip rested on the shelf of her lip. She didn’t move, didn’t dare breathe, waiting in an agony of anticipation for what he’d do next. His foot worked between her legs. Something hard and round nudged her labia, working forward.

  “Hold still now. “ Her very womb wrenched within her body as he worked his cock back into her mouth at the same time his toe nudged her swollen clitoris. His cock hit the back of her throat and panic struck through her desire, yet even that seemed to egg on her lust. She tried to turn her head, but couldn’t.

  “Hold still,” he repeated.

  It took everything she had to obey. His hand cupped her throat while his toe rubbed delicately on her distended clit. “You will submit to me, Edie.”

  It wasn’t a matter of submission—it was a matter of physics, and this was never going to work. She lashed his cock with her tongue. Sucking as best she could, trying to rush him to completion. His deep groan told her it was working. Through the spray she glanced at his face. His features were hard with desire. His eyes glittered with intent, the black depths swirling with red lights. His toe flicked her clit again. Too quickly, too lightly. She stretched to make a deeper connection. His laugh swirled through the mist. When she looked up again, he was waiting for her.

  “Make me want to give it to you.” It was a dare.

  Did he think she couldn’t? She tugged at her hands. He shook his head. “With just your mouth.”

  She narrowed her eyes in a glare that just added a hint of a smile to his challenge.

  “Giving up already?”

  Not likely. She bobbed her head on his cock in tiny increments, before frowning up at him.

  “You want me to play fair.”

  She nodded.

  He sighed as if it were some hardship and pulled back until his cock head rested just inside her mouth. “Better?”

  Yes, that was definitely better. She had leverage now and she had every intention of using it to her advantage. She bobbed and sucked and lapped. She probed the tiny slit in the head and swirled her tongue around the surrounding flesh. He moaned and twitched, but didn’t come. She sucked harder, worked him deeper.

  “So good, Edie mine,” he groaned as he pumped into her mouth. “I could fuck your beautiful face forever.”

  She didn’t have forever. Her jaw was aching and she was tiring. She knew she could give up. Let him win. It didn’t mean anything. It was just a silly game but she couldn’t get his expression out of her mind. That drive to dominate. Even if she wasn’t planning on staying his mate forever, she wasn’t going to be a second-class citizen to his will, and giving up now would definitely make her that.

  Her tooth caught on the flared head of his cock. His whole body jerked. She paused, remembering his reaction when she’d bitten his chest. Very slowly she drew back until his cock slipped almost out, then tilted her head so she could catch his fat cock head on her lip. His disappointed moan was music to her ears. She let his cock pop free of her mouth before catching it on her chin. Holding his gaze, she smiled. Then just as slowly ducked her head, still holding his gaze, and worked him back into her mouth until the broadest part of the spongy head lay nestled between her lips. Very deliberately she pulled her lips back, letting him see the teeth that now imprisoned him. When his breath caught and his nostrils flared, she bit down.

  His hips slammed forward, driving her back into the wall. His shout sent whorls of stream fleeing. His hand on her neck held her still as his cock surged past her resistance and into her throat. There was a sensation of extreme pressure. She couldn’t breathe but there was no pain. Deuce held her there for a heartbeat—impaled on his cock, groaning as his hips jerked. His shaft pulsed against her lips and in her throat. As if it took everything he had, he pulled back, his cock leaving her throat with a reluctant snap, and then her mouth was flooded with his seed. Her pussy clenched as she hung in his hands, sucking his big cock. The coiled tension exploded into savage bliss as his seed filled her mouth and his scent filled her nostrils.

  With every spasm of her orgasming pussy, she drew more and more of his hot seed in as he shuddered and gave her all he had. When she couldn’t coax another drop out of him, and the spasms in her pussy had died to gentle waves, she simply held him in her mouth, hanging limply in his arms, too drained to move.

  Deuce’s breathing slowed from labored to normal. He released her arms and let her drop to her knees, but kept his hand on her neck. He pulled her face between his legs. As water poured over her head, he ordered, “Kiss my balls.”

  His tone left no room for resistance. She pursed her lips, pressing delicate kisses over the soft skin. There was a metallic squeak and the water stopped. He spread his legs. “That’s it. Nice and soft.” He directed her attention to the left one. “Now, let me feel your tongue.”

  She slid her tongue around each orb, working between them. His hand twisted in her hair, pulling her mouth up into his balls, directing her attentions with his touch. She could feel the tension in his grip as she opened her mouth and took one of the soft-hard balls inside. It was a totally submissive posture, and it was turning her on like hell.

  His “Good” was a rasp of sound. His “Do the other” barely understandable.

  She did, enjoying the knowledge that she was pleasing him. It was her turn to moan as he pulled her away. He stroked her cheek. She looked up at him. His cock rose anew against the backdrop of his hard abs. She licked her lips as a bead of come welled in the tip.

  He shook her head slightly to get her attention. She reluctantly switched her focus to his face. “Women of the Chosen attend their mates this way after mating and when a need to pay tribute is required by their mate.”

  The haze left her world. “Pay tribute?”

  “It is an ancient custom.”

  She sat back. Out of the heat of the moment, it sounded barbaric. “One we’ll be breaking with.”

  His grip on her hair tightened. “It keeps peace among the Chosen mates and reminds all of the natural order. Without it, there would be strife.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “On what do you base your objection?”

  “It’s demeaning.”

  “Chosen women are honored above all others. They in turn honor their mates this way.”

  “I don’t like it.”

  Deuce could not believe she would deny this part of her. “You lie.”

  As if he’d struck her, Edie jerked away. He held her easily, controlling the move so she did not wrench her abdomen. “I do not.”

  She did. Her pleasure scented the air around them. He did not know why she denied it. “You liked it and would have come again from it, had I allowed you that pleasure.”

  Her face paled to deathly white and she stared at him with a wounded look in her big blue eyes that said her world had shattered. “That’s not true.”

  He rubbed his cock along her cheek. She shivered in a purely involuntary reaction to the dominant gesture. “You are naturally submissive. It is my pleasure to attend to the needs that brings.”

  He caught her hand before she could land a punch. “You bastard.”

  “I do not understand your hurt. It is good that you are this way. It will allow for harmony in our home.”

  “Because you like to be the one to give the orders?”

  That might have been sarcasm in her voice. It did not matter. It did not change the truth. She would need to accept that.

  “Yes.” He grasped his cock in his hand, and tilted her head back. “It pleases me to see you on your knees, eager for me.” He pumped his cock through his hand, not holding back, letting more come flow to the head, noting the stronger scent of her renewed arousal. “Even now your body readies for mine, aches for my seed with as much fervor as I ache to give it to you.”

  “No.”

  He could not tell if she was denying him or the reaction of her body. It did not matter. “Yes.”

  He pulled her closer, close enough that even with her weaker human sense she had to scent him. A quick g
lance down showed her nipples drawn up diamond-hard. “When you are balanced and it is safe, I am going to spend weeks pleasuring you.” He could not wait. Her gasp and the strong scent of arousal told him she couldn’t either. “But for now, you will see to this new need you have created.”

  If human looks could kill he’d be dead. He ignored her displeasure and lifted her into his arms. Bohdan said she could take as much as she needed this time. So far, her body had not protested. It was encouraging.

  Her weight was as nothing, a precious burden he could hold forever. She glanced at the window as soon as they cleared the shower stall. He felt her guilty start, followed quickly by a surge of determination as he crossed into the bedroom. She thought to run again. Anger, primitive and wild, rose within, breaking through his forced calm, smashing his patience to bits. She was his. She would accept this, and she would not run.

  He dropped her on the bed. Before she could bounce to her feet, he placed his palm on her chest, stretching his fingers up the slope of her breast, pressing in, the round indentations satisfying his need to mark her in a way she would recognize. With his other hand, he turned her head, holding her steady to the angle of his cock. “Taste me.”

  She kept her lips firmly closed. Water from her hair soaked the pillow, creating a halo of deeper color around her head. He bent his knees slightly, drawing the tip of his penis from one corner of her lips to the other, coating her lips with his seed until they glistened in the low light, one more mark of his possession. He stood, letting his shaft bob against her cheek. With his thumb, he pressed the silky liquid between her lips. Her eyes closed as they always did at the first taste of his seed. Her shudder and the goose bumps that sprang up on her flesh were dead giveaways to her pleasure. “Open your mouth.”

  She barely parted her lips.

  “Wide enough to receive my tribute.” Her eyes popped wider than her mouth. “Did you think only women paid tribute?”

  Her narrow-eyed glare spoke volumes. He shook his head at her lack of understanding. All things required balance. Even mating.