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Now, there was one thing left on that list and Vikki was trembling with eagerness. This close to him, she could feel the dark maelstrom of his emotions. His thoughts were on her and they were very interested on the textures of her skin.
He lowered her to the huge four-poster bed and centred her just so.
She squawked as he reached under her and flipped her to her stomach. She shivered as his lips caressed the base of her skull and feathered kisses down her spine. As she waited for the next kiss to fall, she listened to his inhalations.
The focus of his thoughts was on the differing textures and scents of each inch of her and with the typical patience of the Draikyn, he was taking his time.
With the patience of a Terran, she was getting desperate.
She noted the hand in her line of sight and admired the claws on the end of his fingers and the bands of muscles of his forearm. He was propped over her, but the only part of him to touch her was his lips and the occasional slide of his hair.
She was passively accepting until his lips trailed along her lower back. A quick shimmy of her hips started every time he brushed against those vulnerable inches between ribs and hips. She could have sworn she heard a chuckle, but she ignored it as her blood started to warm and her hips shifted in time to his kisses.
He moved down and kissed her butt, first the left cheek was outlined and then the right. As he moved down to the backs of her thighs, she kept her legs together, but when he shifted his weight to caress her lower back with one hand while he tongued the backs of her knees, a sharp contraction in her belly caused a moan to slip from her lips.
She felt his pause and he repeated the light lap combined with the caress to her back on the other knee and she gave him a rough inhalation that definitely elicited a laugh. The backs of her calves were kissed and when he reached the base of her foot, she jerked out of his range.
He stopped and she thought she had gotten away with it until he gripped her ankle and trailed his lips over the most ticklish part of her body. She squealed and twisted, anchored by that one hand. He was strong and continued until he was finished with the left foot before examining the right.
Laughter overwhelmed her and she was still giggling when he flipped her to her back and met her bright blue gaze with his gold one. In reflex, she reached out to touch him, running her hands along the cords of his neck and cupping the balls of his shoulders.
She frowned when he pulled her hands away from him and pinned them over her head. She tugged to free herself and scowled at him in accusation.
His harsh expression softened, “No. I am very close and I want to learn you first.”
He returned to her neck, licking softly, leaving trails of heat in his wake. Vikki could feel the moisture gathering inside her, a slick invitation that he was ignoring.
He nibbled at her collarbone and worked his way between her breasts. She sighed, twisted and enjoyed the feel of his silky hair swinging past his pointed ears to tease her skin.
He was thorough, teasing the underside of each breast before laving the nipple with his tongue. When he slipped the first taut bud between his teeth and suckled lightly, she arched against him, her body twisting upward seeking more contact.
As he moved to her other breast and took a more aggressive approach, pressing his teeth into her skin as he suckled, licked and nibbled at her.
A low mewl came from her as he learned her tastes and scents one by one.
She sucked in her navel when his lips approached and he simply pursued her until she was giggling as her arousal built. She was ticklish. She knew it. No one had ever bothered to explore the flesh between her navel and groin before, but when he flicked out his tongue and she noted that he was watching her response, she knew. “You are confirming all the dream sharing.” It wasn’t a question. It was exactly what he was doing.
He propped his chin low on her belly and his voice reverberated along every nerve. “Yes. I wanted to be absolutely sure.”
“And are you?”
“I was sure when I touched the skin above your ass. Now, I am going after the rest of your zones for the thrill of discovery.”
“Jerk.”
He grinned, showing the deadly white teeth that mimicked his other form. “And yet your scent says you want me anyway.”
She tried to look indifferent. “Maybe. I mean I got the alterations done. So you are sort of my only option unless I want to look into farm animals.”
His lips twisted and a look of determination came into his gold eyes. “I see that I have my work cut out for me.”
He moved and she realized that taunting him before getting to know him a little might have been a tactical error. He released her hands and settled on his belly low on the bed, but his torso spread her knees wide opening her to him completely.
His kisses took a trip down her hip and between her thighs. To keep her from moving, his hands went under her thighs, curled around and went flat on her belly to hold her.
Mercuros exhaled on her sex before he parted her with his tongue. The heat before the slick slide of his tongue against her had her shaking and when he lapped at her with a slow determination, she bit her lip and tried to stop the moans that seemed to want to crawl out of her throat.
She was unsuccessful.
In another embarrassing moment, the more she heard her own arousal, the more aroused she became until the undulating tongue within her felt the hard contractions of her muscles while she shrieked, gasped and quivered as she came.
She felt his laughter rather than heard it. He waited until she had slowly stilled and her body was relaxed against the bedding once again. The moment she relaxed, a thumb started to rotate on her clit and his tongue began a thrusting once again.
The second climb to the edge of release was much faster. Since she was being held flat, she couldn’t watch or distract herself to slow the ascent to a second orgasm. She was on the edge when he moved over her, darkness made physical and eyes that burned in the shadows.
She felt him fit the pointed head of his cock to her and looked into his eyes as he slowly moved into the sheath that had been retrofitted to fit him perfectly.
The feeling of having him inside her, physically instead of simply on the psychic plane, was incredible. He was hot and the slick bar slowly venturing into her was warming her from the inside out, the stinging prickles of pain caused by her stretching to his girth for the first time.
When he was in her to the hilt, he groaned and held still for a moment.
Vikki’s body clasped him tightly as it adjusted to his intrusion. When the stinging subsided, she raised her hips to him. His arms were straight, straining as he started to move inside her. She could see the fine trembling as he fought for control.
She could still sense the seething maelstrom inside him and she wanted it to come out and play.
As his thrusts became steady, she wrapped her legs as far around him as she could manage, brushing his wings with her heels. Vikki reached up and started to caress the midnight skin that was taking on a fine coating of sweat and she stroked his nipples before running her hands down his abs before reversing and returning to his shoulders.
His eyes grew heavy-lidded with her slow caresses and his hips started to pump harder, rocking her back against the pillows.
Vikki smiled at her success and reached around his back to stroke the base of his wings where they joined his back. She heard a snarl and her arms were removed from him and pinned over her head.
The control on his emotions released and he pounded into her, getting closer to his release with every stroke.
The sharp slap of bodies rang through the room and Vikki fought against Mercuros’s grip while he continued until she recognized the high-pitched moans in the room as her own. He shifted suddenly and her clit was contacted with every harsh movement and in seconds, she screamed, her wide eyes going blind with the rush of pleasure and her body locked in place against his while the muscles of her channel milked him.
When it struck him, his eyes went vague and he threw his head back, flaring his wings while keeping his cock inside her to the hilt. She felt the hard jerk of his hips and as he roared, she felt the jet of semen deep inside. Spurt after spurt splashed heat deep within and when he groaned and slumped over her, she sighed.
As first-date sex went, she was pretty impressed with the results.
Chapter Six
Her breathing was still ragged, but as he shifted his weight from her, it became easier. Mercuros slid free of her and turned to his side, pulling her against his chest. He settled a hand just below her ribs. His satisfaction purred through her mind and she closed her eyes and let it wash over her.
She was exhausted. Her body was sated and there was a charming throbbing hum between her thighs. If she could feel like this for the rest of her time with him, she would be very happy indeed.
He turned her to her side facing him and she snuggled against his body heat. He rubbed her back and she slumped against him. “You are tired.”
She smiled against his chest. “It has been a helluva week. What did you have to do that was so urgent?”
He sighed. “In return for my upkeep and that of my property, the Geviil asked me to assist them with maintaining the safety of their settlements. Their mines have opened a magma pocket and it was flowing under their settlements. They needed me to divert it and so insisted on my waking.”
“Why didn’t you believe that I was me?” The question had burned in her thoughts since she first heard about it.
“I couldn’t allow myself to hope. I was woken ten years ago and you were not yet off your world. I had dreamed of you but knew that you were out of my grasp. I thought that they were telling me you were near to torture me or make me do their bidding.”
“And my hair was a problem because…”
“I knew what you looked like in my dreams and when I was younger, the image of pink hair brought to mind the Dartheen shapeshifters.” His hand kept smoothing down her spine and she listened to him speak. “They could be anything you wanted, but they had an unmistakable touch…”
He kept talking in low tones and with him around her, she drifted off to sleep.
Waking was an exercise in pain. She groaned as she tried to sit up and Mercuros was at her side. “What was it? Was I too rough?”
She looked at him for a moment before she laughed in his face. “This week, I have spent three days clinging to the back of a leviathan, have dropped on a rope into the depths of Geviil and then had to use a manual ascender to get myself to the surface before there was some kind of a cave in. My arms are sore and my legs ache. My neck is tense and my back is killing me. Frankly, the only part of me still in a daze and happy is my pussy, so thanks for that.”
He blinked at her for a moment before he lifted her in his arms and carried her into the en suite bath chamber.
He muttered a few words in Geviil and the tub began to fill. The roman-style step-down tub was suited for his size times two, so when he climbed into the tub with her in his arms, they fit quite nicely. There were slots grooved in the floor and when he sat, his wings tucked neatly into them.
The water level rose rapidly, but all Vikki was concerned about was the warmth that was spreading through her aching limbs. “Oh, that feels good.”
He chuckled and started to massage her arms, his clawed hands careful on her pale skin. His claws were not claws in the standard feline sense but more like thickened and elongated fingernails. When her arms were limp, he started on her shoulders. She grunted and moaned as his hands worked the knots in her muscles free.
When the water level was just under her chin, she turned in his embrace and straddled his lap. She leaned up and kissed him. A light brushing of his lips that let his taste come through. Drai didn’t taste like any other species she had ever kissed. Merc’s flavour was minerals and spices in a mix that she would never mistake for any other male.
She licked at his lower lip, taking it between her teeth and listening to his grunt and feeling the surge in the cock pressed against her belly. She flicked at his mouth until he opened and she forged inside. When his tongue wrapped around hers completely, a mystery from the previous day was solved. His tongue worked against hers, stroking it and she idly wondered if he would ever resent her for not having the same talent.
A low sound that reminded her of a purr came from his torso and she slowly broke their peculiar melding of the mouths. Licking her lips, she looked into his eyes. “You purr?”
“It isn’t common knowledge, but yes.” The twist of his lips was amused.
“A purring dragon. I never thought to see the day.”
He stroked a hand down her spine and gave her a leisurely kiss. “Dragons are mythological. I am Drai. I am very real.”
She rocked her hips against him in a teasing motion. “I can tell.”
He gripped her hips and held her still. “No more coupling until you are physically fit. So, now, you will get a proper massage and then we will have a meal together. Our first of many.”
He was true to his word. He removed them from the tub, wrapped her in a fluffy towel, wrapped his own around his hips and led her to a room adjacent to the bath chamber that contained a massage bed.
He got her situated, turned up the heat in the room and removed her towel with only minor slapping of his hands on her part.
He held her down with one hand on the base of her spine and poured warm oil across her skin with the other. When he was satisfied as to the amount on her flesh, he moved the holding hand and started a soothing massage.
“Oh, you could do this for a living.” She groaned, grunted and arched in response to the pressure he put on the knots in her back. He was quite careful, never putting too much effort into relieving her tension.
When his oiled hands slid across her ass, she groaned but didn’t fight the release of tension in her glutes. Her thighs felt abused before he got there and limp when he finished. Even her toes were oiled, massaged and tugged until they relaxed completely.
The moment she was convinced that she was made of overcooked linguini, he flipped her over and poured more oil across her breasts and belly.
At her rueful expression, he smiled. “Your back was to relieve your pain. This is simply a reward for my attention to detail.”
She took a breath to give him a piece of her mind, but when he brought both his hands to massage her breasts and the sensitive tissues around them, she changed her mind and exhaled on a groan. He worked out all the tension in the muscles just over and under her breasts and she sighed happily. Pulling her own body weight did a number on the pectorals and hers were simply under a protective coating.
His hands worked down her ribs, rubbed across her belly and then the tops of her thighs. When he removed his hands from her, she thought he was finished, but he placed a hand on her chest and lifted a smaller bottle of oil.
“This one is for more intimate contact. Hold still, you are a little chafed.” He dribbled the oil across two fingers and parted her legs with an elbow while reaching to caress her slit with the oiled digits.
The oil started off cooling and soothing, but a rapid warming took place and she was soon squirming as his ministrations became far more arousing than refreshing.
Her orgasm caught her by surprise, sweeping over her in a wave and stealing her breath. Merc kept his slow strokes up and down on the open folds of her flesh until every quiver had ceased.
With a slow grin, he wiped his hands on a towel and helped her sit up. Instead of being coated in oil, her body was now silky soft and smelled lightly of citrus. “This is my favourite scent.”
He smiled and bowed. “I know. Despite my misgivings, I had the house stocked with your favourite things.”
She grimaced and hopped down from the bed. “I saw the statues.”
“I look forward
to seeing them in person. I only ever had them described to me. Why did you pose for them?” He took her hand and led her back into the bathroom and then the bedroom.
“I had never seen psychic sculpture, already knew about you, so knew I would not be pursuing any relationships in the Alliance. It gave me a little voyeuristic freedom.” She admitted it. He could read her emotions, so there was no point in hiding her motivations.
“Ah. Well, using your Alliance file, clothing has been provided for you to my specifications.”
Smiling with anticipation, she opened the wardrobe he gestured to and was both intrigued and confused by the clothing in front of her. The boots were soft, knee high, delicate and in a variety of jewel tones. For some strange reason, she selected the black.
The top rested at the far edge of her shoulders, almost falling free. The long sleeves were open between shoulder and wrist, so her arm was loose and not confined. The main part of the top was pleasantly opaque but only came to the edge of her ribcage.
The skirt, or what she took to be a skirt, completely baffled her. “I give up. How do I do this?”
Merc grinned and came toward her. “You are trying to tie it too high. If I may?”
She handed him the band with the long streamers fluttering free and he took it with another smile. He folded the fabric in half, centered it behind her and then wrapped each long end around her hips three times. It wasn’t going anywhere but did show her navel and the upper curve of her hipbone.
When she twirled in her new boots, the long streamers fluttered but did not lift. It was a fairly well-covering outfit that would allow her all the air conditioning she needed.
As she finished preening in her new finery, Mercuros came forward with a chest. He extended his hand and when she took it, he placed a wide gold cuff the same colour as his eyes on it. The cuff covered half her forearm and she began to see the reasoning for the slit sleeves.