[The Onic Empire 03] - Sinful Harvest

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Repeatedly, she opened her mouth only to close it when her embarrassment grew stronger than her lust. Part of her thought he would sense her distress and make this easier for her, but for whatever reason, he refused. Still as one of her mother’s garden statues, Kerrick simply watched and waited. Anger gripped her. He knew what she wanted, but he had to humble her first. Ker-rick must have heard the rumors about her, and he had to prove to himself that he alone could melt the cold one. However, when she considered his face, she didn’t sense that within him. He stood waiting, watching her speculatively, but not with condescension.

  More conflicting thoughts and emotions held her in thrall until she realized that she never had to see him again. Why not ask, or even demand from him, exactly what she wanted? It mattered little what his motives were, for even if he told everyone he knew and the information got back to her parents, she had only done what her position demanded. By the ancient prophecy, she must mate with him. When the night was over, she would return to her private rooms and never lay eyes upon him again.

  Courage borne of knowing there would be no repercussions straightened her spine. Primly, she settled on the edge of the bed, her hands folded together in her lap. Using her coolest gaze, she assessed him from head to toe, pleased when he didn’t withdraw but actually preened under her consideration. In the end, she brought her gaze to his.

  “Wrap your fist around your cock.”

  A new heat filled his green eyes as he palmed his still growing erection.

  “Stroke your hand up and down.” Ariss leaned back on one arm, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. Just as she’d thought earlier, his masculine hand wrapped around his straining need was the most arousing sight she’d ever beheld. Aggressive and dominant, he proudly stood before her and did precisely what she asked. All the muscles in his arm moved in concert, flexing around strong bones to provide relief to the swollen member in his hand.

  Even and precise, he continued to glide his hand up and down the full, wicked length of his cock. When a pearl of moisture trembled at the tip, he quickly palmed it, drawing the moisture down his length to provide a smooth ride for his next stroke. Over and over, he slid his hand along his shaft, his eyes riveted to her.

  Ariss fought the urge to lick her lips. Instead, she lay back on the bed and lifted one leg, parting her thighs so he could barely see between her legs. Deliberately, she gave him just enough of a view to whet his appetite. With the same purposeful ease he used on his shaft, he moved his gaze from her face to her hips, then back again.

  “Stroke it as if you were thrusting into me.” Commanding such an aggressive male excited her. For this moment, she could pretend he was a servant she used strictly for her pleasure.

  He combined a growl and a groan as he held his tightly clenched fist to the tip of his cock. Holding his hand steady, he thrust his hips, as if he penetrated his hand, just as he would do to her. His entire body strained forward as he forced his thick cock into his unyielding fist.

  Ariss almost felt that invasion between her now-trembling thighs. Before, she’d leapt upon him so quickly she’d not had time to savor that moment of penetration, but this time she vowed that he would go so slowly that she would writhe and beg him to hasten his pace. However, she already knew that he wouldn’t hurry. A man like Kerrick would savor her passionate pleas, drinking them up like rare nectar.

  A muscle twitched in his angular jaw when he gritted his teeth. Was he finding it difficult to maintain his composed facade? Sweat beaded across his forehead, gathering into a trickle that flowed into his golden brows. As it tumbled down into his eyes, he flicked his head. In slow motion, she saw a bead of sweat fly through the air and land on the sheet next to her. On a deep breath, she tasted his aroma—pungent, captivating, and undeniably male.

  When she glanced back, he’d forced his cock halfway into his fist. His attention was now riveted on the space between her thighs. Ever so slowly, she reclined and then parted her legs, giving him a most teasing glimpse of exactly where he wanted to be.

  Kerrick growled low in his chest as a snarl twisted his handsome features into something wild. Long lashes lowered across his gaze, shuttering some of the intensity, but not enough to hide his untamed hunger. Now, he couldn’t take his eyes off her fully exposed sex. Silky black curls did little to hide her from his view.

  Breathlessly, she ordered him to kneel between her legs.

  Cock in fist, he dropped to the floor and stared up the length of her body. His breath, harsh and fast, rushed along the tender skin of her inner thighs.

  “Remember how you told me that one finger could be so seductive?” Ariss teased her hand from her waist, to her hip, then across the juncture of her thigh. The closer she came to her mound, the faster his breathing accelerated. When her middle finger hovered over her sex, his gaze was so intense that nothing short of divine intervention would have pulled his attention away.

  What she intended to do was oh-so-naughty. Her parents often preached against such self-indulgent self-pleasuring. Of course, Ariss had never bothered to try; with her numb body, such would be an exercise in futility. However, now she could feel everything. Having Kerrick watch her self-exploration only added to her wicked thrill.

  “One finger, sliding down.” She moved as if to touch her open sex but at the very last instant, she used her hand to part her thighs.

  His disappointment was audible and caused a shudder to run through her body. Below the edge of the bed, she imagined he still held himself tightly, but he did not move his fist, for she saw no echoing motion in his arm. Heady with the power of keeping him at bay, she stretched her legs up until they pivoted on her pointed toes. With both hands across her waist, she slid them down her hips, then between her legs, pushing them open, spreading herself wide. Exposing herself fully to his view was utterly reckless and oddly empowering.

  Kerrick licked his lips as a muscle twitched in his arm.

  “How badly do you want to be inside me?” she asked, arching her brow. Playing the part of a wanton was more exciting than any of her fantasies had ever been.

  A growl laced his laugh. “As badly as you want me there.”

  “Perhaps I’m content on my own.” Without warning, she slid her middle finger down between her slippery nether lips, then teased her opening with a slow, circular motion. Contact caused her to gush anew. She parted her legs even wider. Long nights had passed where she’d cried over her need to soothe herself with pleasure, but the numbness never let her. Now, with the elixir and drugs removed, she felt the very texture of her fingerprint against her swollen sex. Reveling in the sensation, she wished to taunt him as much as she wished to tease herself.

  Between gritted teeth, he said something in a language she did not understand, but she gathered the gist of it when she saw his arm flex as he tightened his fist around his cock. How much longer would he be able to resist? He seemed barely able to keep himself back as it was. Such aggression held in the balance by her word alone was thoroughly intoxicating.

  Lowering her other hand, she parted her lips, releasing her clit from its hiding place. Bit by bit, she brought her other hand up to stroke softly across the exposed little nub. A shower of sparks blinded her and caused her body to contract and pull in, curling her into the cushioning of the bed. A violent orgasm hovered just beyond reach.

  “Lift up, Kerrick. Come forward just enough to place yourself against me.”

  He did as she bid, nestling the very tip of his cock against the tender opening of her passage. For a long moment, they held there, gazing at the other, each trying to hold back until the other gave in to their wild longings.

  “Say what you said before.” Kerrick lowered his hands to the inside of her thighs, then down to cup her bottom, as if holding her ready and open for him.

  After a pause to consider exactly what he wanted, she remembered her breathless unheeded plea from their first encounter.

  Whispering, she begged, “Put it in me.” Right after she
said the words, a blush burned her cheeks, but she refused to drop her gaze. As unsophisticated as her phrasing was, it nonetheless excited him, given his groan of appreciation and the way his nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. His entire face and body surged forward with need. In that moment, Ariss realized she didn’t have to be the perfect lover; all she had to be was herself. For whatever reason, her lack of sophistication intoxicated Kerrick.

  In an imperceptible increment, he nudged forward, but he’d not entered her, he’d only placed himself more snuggly against her now-trembling opening. Suddenly, she didn’t want to have this battle of the wills with him any longer. She wanted him to plunge forward and fill her in one mighty thrust.

  “Take me the way you take your harvests.” Ariss tried to lift her legs into position, but he stopped her by widening his elbows as he continued to hold her bottom in his hands.

  “You are not my sacrifice,” he said, his voice so low it was almost inaudible. “I will not take you in a mindless ritual.” He moved forward, then back, as if seeking permission to enter her, his penis knocking at her passage for access. Rolling his hips caused the head of his cock to part her lips as it slid relentlessly toward her clit. Contact caused another shower of sparks and the breathless moan of his name. “That’s it, Ariss. Say my name. Tell me again what you want me to do.”

  A thousand dirty words paraded through her mind, but all she could say was an echo of what she’d said earlier. Whispering so softly she almost prayed he didn’t hear, she said, “Put it in me, Kerrick.”

  A delicious form of torture ensued, where he would slide up to stroke her clit, then down to wedge just the tip of himself within her opening. Maddening. Blind in her need to feel him finally stretch her around his shaft, she angled her body up, intending to wrap herself around him, thus pulling him down on top of her, but he moved back with a chuckle, yanking her fanny to the edge of the bed.

  “Say it again.”

  Over and over, she asked him, begged him, until her voice rose to a fervor pitch. Just when she thought she could stand no more, he thrust forward, filling her, completing a circuit within her body that caused every nerve to awaken simultaneously. Howling like a wild creature, she tightened her legs around his hips to hold him deeply inside. After a bite of pain from the sudden shock of him plunging within, all she felt was wondrous fullness. Every bit that stretched to accommodate him felt wonderful, magical, and unforgettable.

  “You are lovely in your surrender, Ariss.”

  His words fell against her like tiny drops of rain, soothing her fire while he held steady, ready to stoke her flames even higher. She wanted him wild with need and thrusting frantically, but he only cupped her bottom, holding her snuggly against him. When she drew her gaze up to his face, she found his eyes intensely fastened on her, not on any particular part of her body, but on her as a whole. Kerrick watched and considered, waiting for something, but she had no idea what.

  Confused, she parted her lips to ask him why he hesitated, and in that very moment, he withdrew ever so slowly from her captured heat until he was utterly without. She exhaled a disappointed groan that changed to a startled gasp when he lowered his face to breathe out a hot, moist breath against her clit. Smoothly, he lifted up, moving his hips forward, only to glide back in with the same measured stroke. Over and again, he rolled against her, filling her, withdrawing, breathing.

  Kerrick moved like rushes in the wind, nodding and bouncing back, giving and taking, building the energy within her until she thought she would fragment. Ariss caught his rhythm and echoed it with a subtle lifting and lowering of her hips. Heat built along her flesh, fusing into molten fire at the very tip of her clit. If only he would touch her there, she would explode, but he didn’t. Only his hot breath gave the frustrated flesh any attention at all.

  When she lifted her hands to touch herself, he swore, “If you do, I’ll stop.”

  Regretfully, she lowered her hands to her sides, considering why he would care. Then she understood that he wanted to torment her beyond her perceived ability to withstand. What shocked her most of all was that he cared very much about her pleasure. Of course, he sought his own, as any person would, but her satisfaction meant even more to him than obtaining his own. To him, this wasn’t about simply achieving an orgasm; this was a dance. A dance at which he excelled. Ariss could almost feel his hand at her back, gently guiding her along the necessary steps. When she fumbled, he pretended not to notice and simply continued into the next round of complicated movements.

  “You like to watch, Ariss. You made that very clear earlier, so relax, and watch me.”

  His voice was low and softer than the silken sheets at her back. Releasing the tension in her body was almost impossible, but she did her best to let go and simply watch him. As she gazed at him, his shoulders went back, pride enlarging his muscular body. She realized she might like to watch, but he clearly enjoyed being watched. Kerrick loved being on display as the object of attention. As she considered him, the first thing she noticed was his intensity. His eyes never closed, not all the way, and his thick lashes couldn’t hide his flickering gaze that moved over her, seeking and exploring every nuance of her reactions. Every movement from the lifting of her brow to the parting of her lips to the clenching of her calves drew equal attention. He kept his thrusting pace leisurely, his movements graceful, but his exertion showed in the beading of sweat along his bronzed skin. Without hair to give guidance, the sweat gathered and ran willy-nilly along his flesh, even down his arms and along his hands, which slipped his grip of her buttocks. With his control slightly lessened, her body moved more fluidly against his, changing the beat, causing him to dig his fingertips more firmly into her bottom, but eventually he slid his hands out from under her and placed them low on her waist, so the great span of his palms almost encompassed her hips. Holding her this way afforded him tremendous control, but still he kept to his even pace, watching and waiting.

  Slowly, his thrusts took on a sharper edge, a more powerful plunge, and each time she could feel him press against her nub with almost enough sensation to release the building tension. Almost enough. So close and yet so far that she realized he knew just how much pressure to give to keep her on the edge, for each time it was barely too little. Just enough to hold her simmering. Quite suddenly, she realized she was practically gnashing her teeth at him in frustration.

  His smile could have wooed an acolyte from her goddess. Tauntingly, he asked, “Have you never been teased, Ariss?” Before she could answer, he withdrew and placed his face above her sex. His hot breath only caused her to writhe uncontrollably. “Tell me your deepest, darkest secret.”

  “Why do you wish to talk?” She lifted her head to glare fully at him, then dropped back on the bed so she could glower at the ceiling, exasperated. “We are here to mate, and that’s all that we should do.” His silence prompted her to lift up so she could consider him again.

  Patiently, Kerrick knelt between her legs, watching her the way a hunter considers prey that has already been trapped. He had her, he knew it, but he still considered that there was a part of her that might elude his prowess. “Tell me.” His eyes delved deeply into hers, frightening her, for his scrutiny was such she felt he knew the truth of her. All the truth of her existence including the horrible shame of what her parents had done. Terrified, she pulled her legs together and tried to slip out of his grasp, but he would not let go.

  “We are done,” she insisted, even though her body clearly wasn’t. Painful heat, a fire ready to spark into an inferno, flashed between her legs.

  He shook his head slowly side to side, his eyes never leaving hers. “We have only just begun.” At that, he lowered his mouth, placed his lips around her clit, and sucked the trembling flesh into his mouth.

  Ariss almost leapt from the bed. She had only ever heard of such perversion, but to actually see someone perform such a lewd act, especially upon herself, immobilized her. What shocked her even more was how good his ministratio
ns felt. He didn’t bite or chew upon her, only gently sucked her nub between his lips, then laved it slowly with his tongue. All the while, he looked right at her.

  Her shock astonished him, given the way his eyebrows climbed at her reaction, but then he tilted his head as if intrigued.

  So dazed, she told him her secret heart. “I want to live in the galbol tree forest.”

  Rather than the mocking she expected, he stopped his lusty work for a brief moment to flash her a satisfied smile, then continued to torment her with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Green eyes considered her anew, delving into deeper secrets as he continued to lick her in a most intimate fashion. He seemed to wonder if she would make him stop, and for a brief moment, she considered doing so, but in the end, she realized she didn’t want him to. Somewhere inside she knew that Kerrick would quit if she demanded he do so, but she had only this one time with him, and although what he did was disturbing, it was also utterly delicious. Her shock and shame fell away under a tide of sensual bliss.

  At first, he used the slick underside, then the rougher textured topside. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let her lids settle, blocking him from view so that she could focus on simply feeling what he did. Somehow, not looking at him removed the sting of shock. Hot, wet, and delicately textured, his tongue moved across her clit as if the two danced together and her nub was the shy partner. His talented tongue had to coax her bud to push back the safety of her fleshy hood and allow her partner to examine her from top to bottom. Kerrick seemed to enjoy the dance, as he never tired of easing the flesh away every time her bud retreated.

  Glorious sensations built in her body, focusing her attention to that one tiny bit of flesh that he held in his mouth. Within moments, the flames grew higher, hotter, and she squirmed below him. Strong hands cupped her hips, holding her down, which only allowed her to wriggle harder. To better his angle, she lifted her legs and placed her feet against his shoulders. She could not stay still, not when her body screamed for release. Her efforts were not meant to dislodge him, for she didn’t want him to stop, but she simply couldn’t quit moving. Then, with one quick flick, he caused the showering sparks to dance along her vision and her body, surging her up from the bed as she pressed against his shoulders with her feet.