Her tongue brushed his skin again, exploring his chest. He sighed and caught hold of her waist. She fell backwards onto the bed with him on top of her. His crotch pressed against hers, his lips coursing over her neck and downwards. She stretched her arms out above her head on the bed and closed her eyes, giving herself over to her desire and him.
His lips closed around her left nipple and he gave a gentle pull on it. She arched her back against him and moaned. Before she knew what she was doing, she had her legs wrapped around his waist and had bunched the bed sheets up into her fists.
“Balt,” she breathed, his name unsteady on her lips. She wanted more, wanted him to touch her all over, taking her out of this universe and into one of their own making. She screwed her eyes shut when his tongue flicked and swirled around her nipple, torturing her. “Balt...”
He grabbed her hips and ground against her, powerful and rough. She moaned again and rubbed her pussy against his hard cock. The friction was exquisite. She wished she could feel his cock against her, its silken flesh sliding against her slick pussy. He thrust again, catching her clit and making it pulse with pleasure.
He kissed across to her other breast, laving and suckling the nipple until it was so taut that it hurt. She ran her hands down his back, pressing her fingers in hard in the hopes of driving him on. The tattered threads of her control began to slip through her grasp. She wanted to feel his cock against her. She needed it.
Tugging him upwards, she got him high enough that she could reach the dark trunks that formed the barrier between her and what she wanted. She pushed them down, her eyes immediately on his cock as it sprang free. He stood and removed his trunks for her. Her eyes widened at the length of his hard cock as he drew a hand down it to reveal the sensitive crown. She licked her lips.
Before she could move towards him to get a taste, he’d knelt before her at the end of the bed and had spread her thighs. She flung her head back and moaned loudly as his thumbs parted her pussy lips and brushed against her clit, quickly followed by his tongue. Her fingers closed around the sheets and her thighs tensed as he licked her, flicking the pert nub and sending her out of her mind. She bit her tongue to stop herself from moaning as loudly, fearing someone would hear. His tongue delved lower, probing her entrance and making hot shivers of need explode inside her. She grabbed his hair with one hand and arched her back. He placed her legs over his shoulders and drew her towards him until her backside was almost off the bed. She pressed her feet into his shoulders and spread her legs, encouraging him to continue. She needed more.
He slid a finger down her slick pussy and then eased it up into her. Her breath escaped her in a sigh as she felt the slightest sense of satisfaction and her hunger abated. He pumped her slowly with his finger as he licked her clit, sending tingles through her that built until she was riding his finger, unable to stop herself.
She came with a harsh moan, fireworks exploding behind her closed eyes and her pussy clenching his finger as he continued to thrust it inside her. She rode it still, not wanting to relinquish it or the delicious feeling of it being in her.
His movements slowed and his tongue caressed her clit, steadily teasing her and arousing her again. She kept her feet pressed against his shoulders but the hand that had been against his hand fell away to the bed. He looked up at her, his finger still inside, stroking her gently.
She stared into his hungry eyes for a moment and then down at his body. She couldn’t see his cock but she knew it would be hard and ready. There was a look in his eyes that said when the time came, he wouldn’t be gentle. There was too much passion and desire to control. She didn’t mind. He’d been gentle enough. Now she wanted to feel his full strength.
He moved upwards and her feet slid down his back. He kept them hooked over him and she watched his cock come into view. He stroked a hand down it and her lips parted. She wanted it inside her. She pulled him towards her with her feet, encouraging him. He knelt closer to her and held himself poised at her entrance. She moaned when he ran the head of his cock over her pussy and then downwards. It nudged her slick opening, edging inside her and stretching her. She locked eyes with him as he eased in, deeper than she’d expected and filling her. He legs stayed over his shoulders and she shifted forwards until he was as deep as he could go, his balls against her backside. His eyes closed for a brief moment and he took hold of her hips.
She groaned when he pulled out and then rammed back into her, sending fire into her veins. He stared at her, his eyes narrowed and intent as he thrust into her, hard and fast at first, frantic. His pace slowed but each plunge into her was deep and hard. His pelvis hit her clit, slamming into it and making her head spin. She moved her feet so her thighs were further apart and each brush of her clit was more intense. Her breasts wobbled as he pounded into her but she refused to close her eyes. She kept them fixed on his, staring into them, lost in their coupling and the feelings she could see surfacing inside him.
His breathing turned heavy and hers joined it. He moaned over and over, in time with each deep thrust of his cock. She groaned along with him until the room was full of the sound of their pleasure. She tensed her muscles around his cock and his face screwed up. She did it again, holding his cock tight inside her and loving the slight edge of pain brought by each thrust of it into her.
He grabbed her thighs and pounded into her faster, his movements frantic and uncontrolled. She closed her eyes now, lost in the bliss and fire of their coupling. He leaned forwards, lifted her backside off the bed and slammed into her. She threw her head back and moaned, no longer caring if anyone heard her. He grunted and thrust into her again, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he came with a warm rush of seed into her. She locked her feet around him and rode his last few strokes inside her, wanting to cum too.
She frowned when he pulled out of her and then moaned when he pushed two fingers up inside her slick channel and began thrusting while he licked her clit. It was a matter of seconds before the universe exploded before her eyes and she breathed hard as the hot liquid fire of her orgasm swept through her.
A smile crossed her lips as he moved and came to lie beside her. She was surprised but pleased when he drew her to him, forcing her head against his chest. His heart was thundering, outstripping the pace of her own. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arm around him. She wasn’t sure what would happen now and she didn’t want to think about it. She didn’t want to think about how she felt for him or his feelings for her. She just wanted to lay here in silence enjoying the peace and safety of his arms.
***
Balt took a deep breath and kept hold of Kayla’s hand as they walked off the ship into the bright port of his family’s palace on Lyra Prime. He made sure she was close to him as they walked towards the main white domed building of the port. His eldest brother had been sent to greet him. He supposed it was better than his parents since he’d neglected to mention he had a guest with him.
More than a guest.
He smiled at the feel of her hand in his and how close behind him she was, using him as a shield from this unfamiliar world. He squeezed her hand and looked over his shoulder at her. When he saw how worried she looked, he stopped and frowned at her.
“There is nothing to fear here,” he said and smiled when she nodded but none of the anxiety in the eyes disappeared. She could nod all she wanted and pretend that she was alright, but he could see straight through her. Her eyes told him everything she really felt.
She glanced back towards the ship and the crew that were unloading it, and then past him towards his brother where he stood at the end of the gangway, a lone figure in the arched opening of the building.
“He will not harm you... no harm will come to you here. I will not let them touch you.” He squeezed her hand again to get her attention. The worry in her eyes melted away enough for him to see that his words had had the desired effect. “Come.”
He walked towards his brother, never relinquishing her hand, not even when he stopped i
n front of him. His brother gave a brief glance at their joined hands and then looked at her.
“We did not expect you to have company,” Sebastian said, giving her a curious look.
“This is Kayla. She is the reason I have returned early,” he said and looked around him at the empty port. “Are our parents at home?”
“They are always at home,” Sebastian said with a smile. He nodded in agreement with his brother. His parents rarely left the palace.
His stomach turned with nerves and he swallowed hard. It was the right thing to do for Kayla. His parents would put up a fight about his idea, but in the end they would relent and he would get his way. He always did.
“I must speak with them.” He noticed his brother’s gaze drift back to Kayla. There was a glimmer of something in his eyes. It was either deep curiosity or surprise. Had his brother figured out why he’d brought her here?
Sebastian’s eyes shifted to Kayla’s ear and then his own. “A translator? Where is she from?”
He hesitated a moment, unsure how his brother would react to the news that she was a Terran.
Kayla stepped past him, squaring up to his brother with so much confidence that he was surprised.
“I have no home... since Lyra destroyed it. I am Terran.” Her head cocked to one side, her eyes narrowing on his brother. She released his hand, standing firm and planting her hands on her hips in a show of confidence and defiance.
Sebastian’s dark brows rose and he looked at him.
Balt nodded in confirmation. “She is Terran and wears a mark to prove it.”
“Marked?” Sebastian said with another curious glance at her. “I do not want to know how it is you came to have her onboard your ship or came to see this mark.”
“It’s on the back of my neck,” Kayla said and Balt cringed when her look turned mischievous. “As for how I came to be onboard his ship... he happened to be given me as a gift from a Sekarian trader on a backwater space port.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened in horror.
“She’s joking,” Balt said and Kayla glared at him. “There’s a little truth... just... don’t tell our parents.”
Sebastian shook his head and started laughing. “Whatever you say, little brother.”
Balt grabbed Kayla’s arm and dragged her along with him as he walked towards the palace. It towered above him, gleaming white and gold in the strong Lyran sun. The rich blue sky above was the perfect backdrop to such a beautiful image as his family’s home. The spires around the domes reached towards it, higher and higher, as though they could touch it if they stretched a little more. He walked out of the port building onto the wide balcony in front of the palace and was forced to stop when Kayla did. He looked at her. Her emerald eyes were wide and her mouth was open as she stared up at the palace. Her face reflected all the fascination and awe he felt inside whenever he saw it.
“Come, Kayla,” he said and she started walking again. He met his brother’s gaze long enough to see the knowing smile in them. Sebastian had figured out his plan. He hoped that Kayla hadn’t.
They walked into the building, saluted by the guardsmen at the entrance, and the change in temperature was dramatic. Outside was fiery hot, while in the palace it was cool and dark. He led the way through the winding corridors and across large rooms, heading into the heart of the palace and his parents’ day chambers.
When he reached them, he realised that Sebastian had left them. He turned to Kayla and smiled at her.
“Wait here,” he whispered, not wanting his parents to hear him and come out. “I shan’t be long.”
Kayla nodded. His fingers trailed from hers as he left her. She watched him open a large arched wooden double door and disappear inside. The sound of it closing echoed down the long empty corridor. It was cold. She wrapped her arms around herself, nerves fluttering in her stomach like butterflies. Why had Balt brought her here? She wished he’d let her remain on the ship as she’d wanted to. He’d been so insistent on her coming with him.
She looked around at the thick stone walls and the paintings of his ancestors that hung on them, and then noticed some chairs against the wall behind her. She sat down in the middle of the three and hummed to herself while she waited. It was a lullaby that her grandmother had always sung to her. Apparently it had once been the united anthem of her home world. It was a haunting melody now and she wondered if only she remembered it. How many Terrans were left in the universe?
The minutes wore into hours until she lost all track of time. She wondered what Balt was saying to his parents. Whatever it was, it was taking a long time and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable sitting alone in the corridor. Several guards had passed her and given her strange looks.
The door opened and she was instantly on her feet.
“Balt?” she said as he stepped out.
He smiled at her but there was fatigue and worry in his dark eyes. She stepped towards him, tempted to take his hand and offer him comfort, but then thought the better of it. She still wasn’t sure how things stood between them. He’d shared her bed more than once in the journey here, but never had he made it clear how he felt. Until he showed her his feelings, she was going to guard hers with her life.
“Come with me,” he said in a gentle tone and held his hand out, gesturing towards the open door and the room beyond.
She swallowed her fear and stepped past him into the room. It was expansive and richly decorated in sky blue and gold. She waited for him to close the door before walking any further. She needed him by her. For some reason, he gave her courage and confidence when he was close to her.
He placed his hand against her back and ushered her into the room. She raised her eyes to see a late middle-aged man and woman in front of her. The woman had light brown hair piled up on top of her head, held with shiny gold pins that had cascades of pearls falling from them, and features that said she had been beautiful when she had been younger. Her age showed in the lines of her face though, everywhere except her aquamarine eyes. There was a youthful spark to them. Kayla didn’t like the look of it. To her it said that this woman could be ruthless and stubborn. The woman shifted, turning slightly to the side on the couch beside the man, and smoothed the skirt of her long sky blue dress down over her knees.
The man was different. His grey hair was soft and wavy, his eyes dark but kind. He had a nice face, one that said he held compassion and understanding in his heart. His figure was slim, encased in a dark blue jacket and trousers that were a similar colour to Balt’s flight suit. He leaned back in the highly decorative couch.
“Mother, father, may I present Kayla,” Balt said and nudged her forward.
She didn’t know what to do so she bowed her head.
“She has little breeding,” the woman said in an unimpressed tone. Kayla frowned at her. “I had thought more of the Terrans.”
“You must understand, mother, that she has not had an education worthy of her position... she has—”
“Yes, yes... you’ve said all this,” the woman cut Balt off and raked her eyes over Kayla.
She didn’t look at all impressed.
“Will you consider my request?” Balt said. “Now that you have seen her?”
“I know we must make amends for what our forefathers did to her people, but you must understand that we cannot simply hand over a planet,” the man said.
A planet? She looked at Balt.
“Lyra Five is unpopulated and on the outer rim of our system. The climate is perfect for Terrans and they would be—”
“You have said all this too, son,” the man said and then looked at her. A hard look entered his eyes.
She got the feeling that they didn’t like the idea of handing over a planet to her people. She looked at Balt, unable to contain her smile when she saw the frustration in his eyes and realised how hard he was fighting for her species. He wanted to make amends for what had happened, to repay the debt. It was so romantic and noble of him. She didn’t even think about what she
was doing. She just reached out and touched his hand in a light caress. He looked down at it and then at her, right into her eyes.
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