Sarazen's Vengeance: Book 1.1

by Wroth, Isabel

  “If you don’t want me, say so.” she snapped.

  “You know that is not why I-“

  She leaned down until they were nose to nose. Until he could see her beast, pacing restlessly behind her eyes.

  “I burn. I need. I need you. I’m not afraid.”

  This was his test.

  Not the Breeding Festival.

  Now. This.

  Andi’s heat was growing and he could feel it slapping at him. Clawing at his control. His test was to give in to her demands and retain enough control to impress upon her beast that he was her mate. Her match. And keep from hurting her or frightening her at the same time.

  His beast was slavering for this chance. Frothing at the mouth, readying himself for the pounce that would take her down. He had to fight that impulse with every ounce of his being. Fight himself to carefully take her hand from his throat. To kiss the center of her palm and not drag her forward.

  Andi gasped when he flipped her over and reversed their position. When he took her other hand and slowly raised her arms up to cuff them in one hand. Pressed them firmly to the floor to hold her still.

  “With a word,” he repeated hoarsely. She licked her lips, her expression slumberous and sensual. The scent of her heat a siren song calling to him,

  “With a word.” she repeated back.

  “Take hold of the lounge. I am not quite ready to feel the kiss of your claws.”

  She tilted her head back. Looking to see that the lounge was just within reach. Obediently curling her fingertips into the underside of the seat. He knelt over her. Pulled his hand down over his mouth while he looked at her. Stretched out beneath him like a tiny little offering to the gods.

  Ohlen thought he would like it.

  Thought it would be easiest to position her this way. But now that he had her all stretched out like this, she looked helpless. It sat so ill with him that he reached down and pulled her up to hoist her against his chest.

  Their mouths clashed, battled for supremacy. Just as he was about to surrender to her, she made a soft, feathery little sound and melted. She let him command her. Let him guide her lips open so he could taste her. Lick at the still sharp points of her fangs and suckle softly on her tongue.

  Andi moaned when his hands found the hem of her dress. Sought out the soft skin of her calves and stroked slowly upwards. Pushing the material out of his way. She wiggled, tore her mouth from his and for a gut-clenching moment he feared he had pushed her too far. The fear passed when she whipped her dress off and launched herself back at him with a hungry little, rawr.

  Ohlen laughed, unable to contain his joy. Hissed to feel her soft little body mash against his and how tightly she clung to him. Rubbing all over him like she was every bit as starved for touch as he was for hers. He couldn’t rush and miss a single moment of this. Deprive either of them the pleasure. He forced himself to soften the grip he had on her. To touch her with the reverence she deserved. His beast rumbled for her, left his scent on her when he rolled his cheek over hers. Felt her sigh and ease the death grip she had on his shoulders.

  “I love that,” she murmured.

  “Love what?” he marked her other cheek, wanting to imprint her scent onto his soul,

  “How you purr like that,”

  “Purr?”

  She rumbled back at him. Laughed a little at the sound, then did it again while she returned the scent marking of her cheeks over his throat.

  “We call that a purr. I love the sound of it, the way it feels against my skin.”

  Did she now?

  He flipped her around to haul her back to his chest. Wrapped his arm across her body. Cupped her shoulder in one hand, her belly in the other. She shivered for him when he touched his lips to her throat. Felt to her pulse leap against his mouth at the careful scrape of his teeth. Felt her catch her breath. Smelled the rise in her desire when he gave her his rumbles. His purrs.

  Ohlen touched kisses to every inch of her soft skin. From the delicate shell of her ear, to the curve of her shoulder. Along the back of her neck, up into her hairline. Her head twisted this way and that. Her ragged little murmurs guiding him to where his touch gave her the most pleasure. Andi brought her arm up to twist around the back of his neck. Smiling softly when he brushed a feather light kiss over her cheek. He rolled his face down her throat, licked at the sweetly scented hollow behind her ear. Listened to her shattered breath when he cupped the soft weight of her breasts. Gently rubbed at the tightly furled peaks of her nipples,

  “I have never in my life, held something so precious in my hands.” Her husky laughter filled the cabin. That, more than anything, made his heart sing. He would crave that sound for the entirety of his life.

  “Are you honking my boobs and calling them, precious?” she giggled.

  Honking her boobs? His one had such strange vernacular, but her amusement was plain. Until he rolled with her. Got her to her back. He gave her his purr while he stared into her eyes and touched his lips between her breasts. He could feel her heartbeat against his mouth. Rubbed his cheek against the unbelievably soft curve of her breast.

  “All of you is precious, but your…boobs, are beautiful. Sarazen females only gain such softness when they carry cubs. Otherwise, they are lean and hard. Always ready for battle. But you, my one. Everything about you is soft.”

  The scent of her heat was rising again. Her need intensifying. He could smell her desire. Looked carefully to see only trust in her eyes. No fear. His breath on her skin made it prickle. Made her shiver with anticipation. His tongue swiping across the sensitive point of her nipple made her gasp. Made her arch up to push more of the sweet, tender flesh into his mouth. He licked again. Suckled until the pink tip became a dusky red. Flushed and swollen with blood. The smell of her heat, her arousal burned hotter with every tug of his lips.

  Her arms wrapped around his head, holding his mouth to her flesh, urging him on with ragged little moans. Undulating and writhing beneath him to gain the most pleasurable contact. His hands curled around her tiny waist. His fingertips almost touching because she was so small. She panted, her chest rising and falling with the string of kisses he touched down the middle of her body.

  A squeak of sound was torn from deep inside her when he caught her by the hips and rolled to his back. Taking her with him to set her knees on either side of his face. Bringing the slick, sweetly scented treasure between her thighs, right to his mouth.

  “O-Ohlen?”

  Her voice shook with shock. Still no fear, uncertainty perhaps, but the smell of her heat was intoxicating. He could taste it when he turned to kiss the inside of her thigh. The sweet, slightly salty tang hitting his tongue like a sip of the finest ale. Heady enough to muddle his thoughts,

  “If you wish me to stop, you have only to say so. Otherwise, I would taste every inch of you, my one. Give you my kisses. Teach you the feel of them so you never confuse them for any others.”

  He licked her skin, licked that sweet fluid from her thighs. Staring in hungry fascination at her pink center. So close and yet just out of reach. At the dark curls that tried to hide her from his gaze.

  “I told you, no one has kissed me before. And definitely not there.”

  “Then let me give you this, my one.”

  Ohlen stroked her hips in an effort to soothe her. His beast riding him hard to grip her tight and haul her down over his mouth. To make her give him what he wanted.

  Her thighs quivered. He could feel it where he’d rested his cheek against the tender skin. Rolled his eyes up to meet hers as she combed her fingers through the stripe of his mane. It would be her choice. Her right to always, at any time tell him no, and believe he would honor it.

  “With a word,” he repeated. Promised.

  She nodded, saying it back to him softly. Staring down at him while she lowered her glistening sex to his mouth and gave him what he wanted. He purred against the sensitive flesh. Watching her lips part on a shocked cry. How her eyes flew wide, so surpris
ed. Held her steady while he feasted.

  Eleven

  Andi hadn’t ever conceived this kind of pleasure to be possible. Ohlen hadn’t stopped purring from the moment his lips hit her pussy. Licking and suckling, kissing her there between her legs like he was kissing her mouth. Her entire body was electrified. Trembling while she held on to his hair for dear life. Her flesh prickled with sensation. Pleasure striking her over and over with every lick of his slightly roughened tongue. The textured feeling rasping over her clit with the perfect amount of pressure to have her hovering, toes curled over an unknown precipice.

  She cried out as she teetered, about to go over that edge. Ohlen growled in answer. Thrusting his tongue inside her to rasp against her drenched tissues. He sent her over with his lips wrapped tight around her clit.

  Pleasure.

  It blasted through her like a power surge. Fried every circuit in her system. Leaving nothing but melted muscles and ligaments as her body danced and writhed on his lips.

  He pushed her over once, then again. The intensity doubling in strength each time. Flashes of heat lightning arcing through her veins without anything to ground her but his arms and the strength of his hands. It was shocking enough to throw her back. Like he knew it was coming, he had lifted his knees in preparation to catch her. To let her brace herself and grind down harder on his tongue. She moved purely by instinct. Rolling her hips to meet the furious suction. The rumbling purrs. The muscle twisting ecstasy of what he was doing to her. She sobbed out as she plummeted a third time. Free falling as heat raced up her thighs.

  Like he knew she was careening into unknown territory, his fervor eased. His suckling kisses turning to soothing licks. His tongue gently bathing every trace of her release from her flesh. Bringing her slowly back down. His big hand reached up to curl around her back. Effortlessly carrying her when he rolled again to lay her down on the floor. He kissed her belly while it convulsed. Kissed her heaving chest. The pounding pulse in her throat. Held his weight off of her by planting his elbow near her ear. Blinking down at her with a satisfied grin on his face.

  “I could feast on the taste of you, my one, and never go hungry.”

  She laughed stupidly. Tasted herself on his lips when he kissed her. A sweet tang and a musky scent uniquely hers, spread all over his face like honey. Delicious. Her hand shook when she tried to lift it. She’d heard women speak of ‘muscle liquefying orgasms’ before. Hadn’t ever had any desire to experience one, let alone three. But Ohlen had pushed her through every single glorious one.

  Now she knew what they meant.

  She’d been startled at first. That breathless moment when he’d whipped her around to hold her back against his chest. Immobilized. His soft lips finding every erogenous zone from her shoulder to her ear and ensuring he kissed it. Licked it. Took little nibbles and suckling bites. She hadn’t ever been so aroused, or so relaxed in her entire life. As inexperienced as she was with intimacy, all she could do was follow his lead. It had been incredibly worth it. His mouth was truly magical.

  She caught his strong jaw in her fingers and held him steady. Right in the perfect spot for her to touch an open-mouthed kiss to his chin. She licked the line of his jaw, purrs escaping her without any effort or thought. Soft little rumbles while she cleaned the taste of herself from his face. From his mouth. Slowly, more for her own peace of mind than anything else, Andi drew him down to lie on top of her.

  He was careful like he always was. Kissing her with just enough passion to make her feel it, but not enough so she couldn’t think. Not yet. She had thought that maybe she would be afraid once he lay his weight on her. Once he crushed her to the floor under his considerable weight. Thought maybe she might have a flashback or some kind of panic attack.

  It never happened.

  He let his weight ease down over her and all she felt was safe.

  “More,” She demanded softly.

  His brow arched teasingly. His big palm spreading over her belly as the last little tremors rocked through her, “More?”

  She squealed when he hitched her up. Hoisted her up off the floor to carry her to the bed. Rubbing his cheek against hers the whole way.

  “Ga’rae explained how you must rest. I would not wish to overtax you, else we would be forced to spend the night in the regeneration chamber.”

  He was being playful in order to try and keep her at ease. Did he not know she could smell how aroused he was? The sheets were clean and soft beneath her. The mattress cradling her as he pressed her down and carefully rolled to take them both to their sides.

  “So long as the night was spent together, I wouldn’t care where we were.”

  All traces of teasing drained from his expression. His fingertips slipped up the edge of her cheek. Right as the wave of need came rushing back towards her, full steam ahead.

  “Unless ordered elsewhere by my commander, you will never sleep a night without me near. The heat grows again.”

  Andi brushed that same lock of pale blond hair from his brow. It was adorable how that one unruly lock, always fell across his eyes. She scooted closer, wiggling up until they were nose to nose,

  “I know. I feel her clawing at my insides.”

  The tips of their noses rubbed together in the oddest, sweetest way,

  “What would you have of me, my one?”

  They were whispering now. Like they were in some kind of holy place and dared not raise their voices any louder. His hand stroked up and down the length of her spine. Making her arch and rub against him to gain more contact. More touch.

  “Everything. Make me belong to you.”

  His eyes darkened to deep pools of violet.

  “Such a gift,” he murmured. Touching kisses to her cheeks. Her nose. Her eyelids. “My one,”

  The heat was scalding her skin. Her beast starting to rise and growl in displeasure, snarling her hunger loudly. But Ohlen wouldn’t let her rush him. It felt like he spent hours kissing her, caressing her, learning every curve and dip of her body. Letting her do the same to him. His skin was tough. Smooth though. Not a single hair on his body to distract her from the tight muscles that quivered in reaction to her touch. When she came across a spot he particularly liked, his lips would firm on hers. His kisses hungrier. Like tracing the dip of his spine where it met his hips. That made him growl. When she dug her fingernails into the taut muscles of his ass? His entire body flexed. If she caressed the rounded curve where those powerful mounds gave way to the backs of his thighs, he moaned. He rocked over her. Sliding his way between her spread thighs, catching her throat in his hand to tilt her head back,

  “Open your eyes,”

  Andi struggled to obey him. Struggled to focus on his features, panting for air, trying to ignore the insidious slide of darkness. Memories that wanted to surface at the feel of his hand around her throat. The human part of her brain trying to remind her this way only led to pain. Eventually, she got her lashes up and looked into his bright eyes. Watched how they searched her face. She relaxed with a sigh. His hand wasn’t strangling or gripping tight. Just resting there, feeling her pulse.

  “You are certain, my one?”

  His hesitation made her adore him that much more. Her cat hissed inside her, demanding satisfaction. Demanding strongly enough to have her flipping Ohlen over onto his back. In a move that would later surprise her. Now it only gave her access to his gorgeous body. Gave her the ability to scoot herself back and catch the head of his cock between her thighs. He froze beneath her, his big hands spreading to hold her hips, staring up at her with a grimace of pleasure,

  “Yes. I see you, only you.”

  ****

  Ohlen struggled with his beast. Forced the damned creature to heel and let his mate take this for herself. There would be many chances for him later to impress his dominance upon her. Andi needed this. Needed control this first time between them. To know that even in thrall to her heat, she could tell him to stop and he would honor her word.

  But the wor
ds she gave him, I see you, struck so deep even his beast understood the importance.

  He slid his palms up her back to draw her down for a kiss. Scooping her soft hair off her brow, crying out with her as she sat herself down on his shaft. For a breath-stealing moment he was sure he would be burned alive inside the tight grip. She was soft, softer than anything he had ever known and twice as hot. He didn’t know how she could possibly take all of him. As he thought it, she gave a wiggle of her round hips, a little mewl and pressed back to swallow him whole.

  Ohlen gulped down the howl that wanted to burst out of his lungs. Not wanting to startle her. Not wanting a single thing to make her withdraw from him. A deeply tormented groan escaped anyway. She rose above him in a sinuous arch. Blood trickled down her mouth when she bit down on her bottom lip. Cutting herself with her fangs. He watched the red line roll down her jaw. Drip down onto the quivering mound of her breast with a little splash.

  So vibrantly red against her pale skin.

  Unable to stop himself, he sat up and ducked his head to lap up that little drip. Curled his tongue around her nipple to give it a gentle tug. Smiling when she cried out. His smile turned into a grimace at how that wet vice of her sex pulsed and clenched around him. Like a fist,

  “Ohlen…”

  He licked the line of blood from her chin, “I’m here,”

  Licked the blood off her lips, shuddering to feel her fingers claw at his shoulders. Her little nails were still blunt. He knew at any moment the passion would rage. If he was not prepared she would tear at him with her crystalline claws. Claws sharp enough to shred the metal of the warship.

  She gave a little whine of sound, “I…I need…I don’t know what I need, but I need. Burns, I’m burning,”

  Her heat came in waves. Ebbing when he gave her a tiny nibble of pleasure. Surging forward when the small meal wore off. Each time he did not sate her fully, it returned twice as strong. Her hunger turning ravenous. She would be fed or she would find a way to sate the lust.