Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I

by Stacey St. James

  All he could think while he stared at Emerald was that he desperately wanted to leap at the offer and that, if he did, then he wouldn’t be allowing himself time he might well need to convince her she really did love him.

  Because the very moment he got her pregnant, both her and Koryn would expect things to go back to what they’d been before.

  He didn’t especially like the idea of gambling, either, gods damn it! He thought it was probably unlikely that he could impregnate her as quickly as he had before. The odds weren’t generally in favor of that, regardless of how fertile both parties were.

  But he might and he didn’t harbor any doubts that Koryn would be fucking hovering over her with the gods damned scanner like he had the first time!

  Actually, considering how badly he was backed up, the odds were probably very much in favor of impregnating her instantly.

  If he did, though, wouldn’t that insure her as his?

  He knew damned well it wouldn’t, not considering the fucking mess he’d created!

  He cleared his throat, glancing from one to the other, trying to think of some way to stall for time until he’d had time to consider the situation and decide upon the best course—or find some gods damned birth control method—other than abstinence!

  “That’s … great news! Thing is, though, our situation is rocky right now and I have to wonder if it wouldn’t be better, for everyone concerned, to wait … at least until we have some idea what we’ll be facing once we reach Centaurian.”

  Emerald blinked at him, her face slowly turning red and then the color completely receding to leave her pale, although he couldn’t decide what emotions inspired the fluctuation.

  Koryn merely gaped at him a moment before he frowned thoughtfully. “I hadn’t considered that,” he said slowly.

  Relief flooded Tariq. “Exactly!” he said, warming to his theme. “I mean, we’re not sure we’re completely out of the woods as far as pursuit goes, and we don’t know what’s ahead of us. I don’t want to add any risks to the situation.”

  Koryn nodded. “I’ll head back to the sick bay and see if, by chance, Lady Selena had any birth control available. I intended to do a thorough inventory anyway.”

  Tariq glared at his back as he retreated, realizing he’d created just the fucking situation he’d wanted to avoid—since there was no reason they couldn’t share Emerald if he wasn’t trying to breed her and they had birth control.

  “I thought you wanted me to have your baby,” Emerald said neutrally.

  Tariq’s anger flared upwards a notch. That was a prime example if he’d ever needed one, he thought bitterly, that it was never a good idea to act on impulse on anything of importance. It was on the tip of his tongue to order her to the cabin to assume the position. He struggled with it a moment and finally took a step forward, hauled her into his arms, and strode purposefully toward the rear cabin. If she wanted proof of his devotion, by the gods, he was damned well ready, willing, and able. She was going to be gods damned lucky if he didn’t blow her head off when he came!

  Although it flickered through Emerald’s mind that Tariq had decided to continue their discussion in a more private place, his hard, purposeful expression was unnerving to say the least. “Tariq?” Emerald said uneasily as they reached the cabin and she emerged sufficiently from her surprise to find her voice.

  He didn’t acknowledge the question in her voice by more than a hard glance and a tightening of his lips and Emerald’s uneasiness mounted as he strode through the door of the cabin and it closed behind them. Instead of setting her on her feet, he crossed the room and deposited her on the bed, following her down. She was still trying to gather her wits when he dragged her beneath him and opened his mouth over hers.

  A jolt went through her when he captured her lips beneath his hard mouth. It created a fresh wave of pandemonium within her, but as brief as it was, it left her completely vulnerable, defenseless against the warmth she instantly felt waft through her as her senses burgeoned. His taste and scent, the urgency of his touch, decimated the last of her defenses. She sank beneath a tidal wave of heat, floating, drifting, anchored only by his bulk to the bed beneath her. The last of her doubts as to whether his actions were motivated by anger that she’d questioned him or desire vanished as she felt the raw need emanating from him in heated waves, felt it in the tremors of his hands as they skated over, and the hunger of his mouth.

  Within moments, he divested her of the flimsy, hated sheathe she’d been forced to wear as a slave of the house of Mylor. She shivered at the faintly rough texture of his palms and fingers as they glided over her, awakening every nerve ending and spreading the pleasurable warmth. The possessiveness of his touch comforted her even as it aroused her.

  She’d begun to despair of ever feeling his touch again. Despite reason, despite her denials both to herself and to him, she’d begun to think of Tariq as being as close to god-like as a mortal could be and yet Mylor had shaken that deep core of certainty that Tariq could and would triumph over anything thrown at him. Whenever he’d come to her, he’d gloated over Tariq’s imminent execution, regaling her with the nightmarish details of what that entailed until she’d begun to fear there was no hope for him or Koryn or herself.

  Sleeping in the shelter of his body the night before had appeased her need for reassurance and comfort, but it had done nothing for the barely acknowledged fear that he no longer wanted her, that she’d been so tainted by Mylor’s touch that it had turned Tariq’s desire for her to disgust. She’d been certain it had when Tariq had politely refused her offer to shelter and nurture his child within her body, certain she’d lost that tenuous hold she’d had upon his affections, that it was as dead as the child she’d lost.

  The play of his mouth and hands over her did far more than arouse her senses to a fever pitch of excitement and anticipation. It began to heal the wounds within, soothed fears even while it thrilled her.

  She began to tug at his clothing after a few moments, desperate to feel his bare skin beneath her palms and against her. He struggled for some moments to remove them without breaking off his exploration and finally gave up. Rolling from the bed, he stripped impatiently and dove at her again. Her excitement reached a new level when she felt the brush of his bare skin against her own and for a few minutes she was too focused on gathering the scent of his skin on her own and the feel of it inside of her to think of anything else.

  “Tariq … come inside me,” she gasped when he’d pinned her to the bed to explore her breasts with his mouth.

  He tensed, releasing the nipple he’d been tormenting and burrowing his face between her breasts. “Baby,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and tinged with self-depreciating amusement, “I won’t do you any good like that. I’ll come before I even get in.” He lifted his head and played with her other nipple, nipping at it with his lips.

  Emerald clutched him tightly. “I don’t care. I need to feel you inside of me. Please?”

  He lifted his head and met her gaze, swallowing with an effort. His expression tautened. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growled, shifting over her abruptly and curling his hips to press the head of his cock against her sex.

  She braced the soles of her feet on the bed, pulling at him impatiently in response.

  Heaving a heavy breath of defeat, Tariq curled his arms tightly around her and thrust his hips. The moment the tight band of her flesh engulfed the head of his cock, a red haze of mindless need enveloped him, shattering his control and what little remained of the battle with his conscience. A modicum of reason remained, a small voice in the back of his mind urging him to take care, reminding him of her frailty beside a hulking brute like himself, but the raw need to drive inside of her and expel his seed was so insistent it took all he could do to pay that any heed at all. Truthfully, he wasn’t certain afterwards that he had. He was so focused on the war he was waging with his body to keep from coming instantly and the battle to claim the channel of flesh beckoning to him and,
at the same time, resisting every effort to gain ground, he feared his slow claiming was more a matter of an inability to do what he wanted than the consideration for her that it should have been.

  He lost even that much reasoning ability once he’d managed to burrow deeply enough to feel her flesh fist around his cock like a vice. He paused to try to drag in a breath of air when it felt as if his chest was going to collapse and tried to decide whether he’d driven deeply enough to withdraw at all without being shoved completely out again. Deciding after a moment that he was going to lose it and come all over the bed if her muscles squeezed him completely out, he sucked in a reviving breath and struggled to seat himself a little more deeply. His balls drew up … all the way to his throat, threatening to choke him.

  Expelling an explosive breath, he pumped his hips experimentally to see just how much movement he could allow himself and promptly lost his train of thought when he felt the muscles gripping him ripple in response. Beneath him, Emerald uttered a low groan and stiffened. Goosebumps erupted along his back. She bucked against him, pulling him deeper, and he felt her muscles convulsing around his cock like massaging fingers.

  His body responded instantly by seizing up, forcing a choked groan from him as the spasm ejected a stream of semen. Catching his breath, he began pumping into her frantically in short, deep thrusts until the spasms finally passed, leaving him feeling as if it took every ounce of strength with it.

  Braced on his elbows and knees, he paused to catch his breath, to relish the release for a few moments and gather enough energy to lift himself off of her. She grasped both of his buttocks when he tensed to move away.

  “Don’t pull out yet.”

  Tariq felt his heart execute a dizzying leap, felt the heat that had just left him center in his belly again, bringing his cock semi-erect. Tightening his hold on her, he rolled over and carried her with him. She scooted back along his belly once he’d settled, pushing his cock deeper. He was more than a little inclined to pursue the promise of pleasure offered by the tight hold of her sex along the length of his, but he hadn’t caught his breath from the first time—yet.

  She felt tiny draped over him, abruptly raising his awareness of the difference between them—because she was tiny compared to him—and yet her weight was substantial enough to dispel the flicker of uneasiness that came with the awareness. She’d come. He didn’t think she would have if she’d been in any kind of distress other than acute sexual arousal.

  He lifted his hands and skimmed them lightly along her back, tracing her form, and finally settled them on her buttocks, pressing her more firmly down on his cock. It sent sharper currents of pleasure through him and he felt himself grow fully erect inside of her. She lifted her head to stare at him. He tilted his own head to meet her gaze, wondering abruptly what was going through her mind, wondering why she’d been reluctant for him to pull out. He knew why it had appealed to him. He just wasn’t certain why it appealed to her.

  “I’d kiss you,” he murmured huskily, “but I’m enjoying you right where you are way too much.”

  Her lips curled in a knowing smile and she dipped her head to plant a kiss between his breasts.

  “If I had my way I’d keep you there.”

  She chuckled. “There’s an image.”

  He thought it over and grinned lazily. Gripping her hips, he rocked her back and forth along his length until she caught the rhythm and began to move languidly. He focused then on exploring her with his hands. He’d forgotten how much pleasure it gave him just to touch her, but then again he’d never had the opportunity to grow as familiar with her as he wanted. As arousing as he’d found it to discipline her when he’d thought he was training her as his slave, it had almost been as unsatisfactory as it was pleasurable.

  Actually, it had been more unsatisfactory, he thought abruptly, and not merely because he’d felt compelled to ignore his own urges until he was nearly mindless. He’d wanted to make love to her and he hadn’t dared allow her to see just how deeply she affected him. He wasn’t sure he dared now and yet he knew if he didn’t give her something the chances were far greater, now, that he would lose her than they’d been before when he’d been so worried about it.

  She had to want to be with him. He didn’t think he’d fully assimilated that until that moment. He’d trusted in the dependency that he’d woven into her mind when he’d pleasured her until it was torture and then rewarded her, but he’d known all along that that wasn’t true love.

  What he felt was, though. He would’ve realized it sooner if he hadn’t been working so hard to convince himself it was pure lust and the drive to produce an heir.

  It was the scariest fucking thing he’d ever encountered and his dick thought so, too. It deflated as abruptly as if it had sprung an air leak.

  Emerald lifted her head and stared at him in dismay. He could see she was struggling with whether to mention it or not, wondering if it was something she’d done, or not done.

  Rolling to his side, he dumped her onto the bed. He needed distance to consider both his situation and his feelings, but he realized immediately that he wasn’t going to get it. If he left now, Em would be convinced he didn’t want her or care about her and beyond that, it would leave the fucking door wide open for Koryn to step in. He wasn’t about to let that happen, regardless of his doubts.

  “You didn’t … like the way I was doing it?” she asked after a moment.

  Fuck! It wasn’t embarrassing enough he’d lost his erection? She wanted true confessions? He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “It wasn’t that. I just … thought about something.”

  She paled. She didn’t leave him in doubt long, though, of what thoughts that comment prompted. “Mylor?”

  He clapped his hand over her mouth before he even thought about it. Actually, that was what he’d intended. It was a little disconcerting to discover his hand covered most of her face and not only silenced her, it cut off her air. He removed his hand. “Don’t say that or think it!” he growled. “I tortured myself with that enough while I was in that stinking prison.” He sucked in a calming breath at the look on her face. “I want to forget it. We both need to put it behind us. Leave it in the past where it belongs.”

  She looked more distressed instead of less. Her eyes teared up, chasing his anger at the reminder of Mylor with a healthy dose of alarm. “Gods, baby! Don’t do that! You know it tears me up when you cry!”

  She swallowed convulsively, blinking her eyes rapidly to dispel the tears but that only made them roll down her cheeks. Uttering an irritated breath, he slipped the arm he’d been propped on beneath her and drew her against his length, rubbing his hand soothingly along her back. To his relief, it calmed her.

  “What you said before … about the baby … that was really why you wanted to wait?” she asked tentatively after a few moments.

  Tariq wrestled with himself. “That was part of it,” he said finally. “It was one thing to breed you when I thought ….” He broke off, realizing that by the time he had gotten around to breeding her their situation was already looking dangerous enough he should have refrained then. He could’ve spared her the ordeal Mylor had put her through if he hadn’t been so gods damned focused on claiming her—spared her that part, anyway. He didn’t think he could’ve done anything to protect her except making the decision to send her away sooner, and it had taken all he could do to make himself let go of her then. He tightened his hold on her reflexively at the memory.

  “What was the other reason?”

  “What?” he asked blankly.

  “You said that was part of the reason.”

  He mentally kicked himself. “Most of it, really. It isn’t that I want to wait. I just think it could make things more dangerous for you and it would be better to assess our situation and find a place to settle before we breed again.”

  She wiggled against his hold until she could look up at his face. He met her gaze, trying to think of another argument to distract her, and finally rel
eased an irritated huff. “Koryn will be all over you the very gods damned minute the test turns up positive!” he growled.

  Emerald bit her lip and ducked her head again, brushing a kiss along his chest. “It could take days of dedicated fucking before it takes, though.”

  Tariq felt his pulse leap. His cock wasn’t far behind. Not that it didn’t rankle just a tad that she’d referred to it as fucking, but he didn’t see any way to argue about her terminology without making a confession he wasn’t sure he was ready to make. It was bad enough she had him twisted in knots without giving her more ammunition until he felt a little more confident she wouldn’t turn it against him.

  Instead, he dragged her up for a kiss. “There is that,” he murmured huskily when he broke from her lips a few moments later to explore her throat. “Gods, Em! I’ve missed this. I’d begun to think I wasn’t ever ….”

  “Don’t think about it,” Emerald whispered when he broke off, seeking his lips again.

  * * * *

  Surprise and then anger washed through Koryn when he returned from checking the sick bay for birth control and discovered both Emerald and Tariq had vanished. It didn’t take more than a moment to figure out where they’d disappeared to. After glaring at the closed door of the cabin for several moments, he finally headed back to the sick bay to perform the inventory he’d planned. He discovered it was far harder to focus on his work that it generally was, mostly because of the images that kept forming in his mind and the anger that arose each time it did.

  It pissed him off to be sent off on a fool’s errand when Tariq, clearly, hadn’t had any intention of holding off on breeding Emerald again, regardless of what he’d said.

  He considered that for a while and realized once he’d cooled off a little that he hadn’t actually been manipulated as he’d first thought. Tariq had obviously been angling to outmaneuver him and had only intended to stall for time until he’d had time to consider a plan.

  That pissed him off more when he realized Tariq had thought to keep Emerald to himself by refusing to breed her right off. Short of reneging on his word, however, he was foresworn and Tariq was too much a man of honor to break his word.