Shayna closed her eyes in open-mouthed pleasure as his thumb brushed across her hardened nipple. He was going to enjoy her, even knowing this mating would be monitored. He would take no chance that the mark he gave could be seen as any others but his.
Eliscean males lived centuries without intense emotions. Only once every hundred years did emotions swamp their beings with extreme force. A Calling mate opened herself to share his raging emotions and there brought the wild connection of souls. They were no longer two separate beings but one soul, swimming in a sea of turbulent sexual emotions. That is why it became dangerous if his mate refused him. In the fever, he could kill her, but he knew himself well and the fever was not raging as yet. He would see himself locked away before hurting Shayna. He had watched her too long and seen her ugly past. No harm would come to her. Not even from him.
Shayna was his. No one would take her from him. He leaned into her neck, kissing the area, tasting the sweetness of her tender flesh. She moved her hands up around his neck and he pulled her close with an arm around her waist. One hand slid down to cup her bottom, pulling her up against the hard evidence of his desire.
Tyron picked her up and carried her the few feet to lay her across the bed. His gentleness was her undoing. Even with all the strength he held, he took care not to hurt. His gaze direct, mesmerizing her as he moved down to run his tongue around the indent of her belly button. With his teeth, he pulled down her lacey thong panties until they reached her knees then he grabbed them and yanked. The thin material tore away, and he threw it to the floor.
His gaze swung up to collide with hers. The blue of his eyes glowed with inner heat that caused desire to burst forth warm and heady. She wanted to fall into their depths and see all of life's woes carried away.
She could almost hear his thoughts, the silent call of his soul. He hypnotized, demanded, yet compelled and she gladly sought to obey. Shayna caught her breath as his large strong hands smooth around her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple and she arched her back, hungering for more.
"You are beautiful to me at this moment, Shayna, with your honest responses. To know I bring you pleasure is a gift. How greatly I am blessed."
"Tyron?"
"No. For us there is no past, no uncertain future, only now with you. I will have it no other way."
He lowered his head, sliding his lips along hers, nibbling her bottom lip before kissing her. He fit his body over hers, holding most of his weight on his arms. Tyron rocked his hips from side to side until he lay snug between her thighs.
When his hardened staff pressed against her moist heat, he groaned. “By Dauring, how I have dreamed of this. To have you, my true mate under me at last. To feel your very soul wrapped around mine."
Shayna fanned her fingers into his hair, moving to the base of his neck, pulling him down to kiss. He tasted spicy, hot, and slick, her tongue sliding across his. The hiss of their rapid breaths and the feeding of their lips broke the silence in a room gone over warm.
Sweat beaded over their bodies, causing thighs and hands to slide along heated flesh. The need to deepen and intensify the pleasure triggered her hold to tighten. She began, rocking herself against his muscled body, his face close to hers.
"Are you ready for me, Shayna? For what you desire."
His words fell like silk across her lips to mingle with, a nibble, and a thrust of his tongue.
"Yes.” That breathy word came out on a sigh, yet he heard it.
He lifted away slightly, sliding himself down her body to sit between her thighs. He placed her feet flat on the bed near her bottom then taking her bent knees, he pushed them apart, watching as the soft curls parted to show the center of her passion. His palms slid down her inner thighs, brushing the back of his hand across the curls. She jerked toward his fingers, needing his touch. Her heat was strong. Her thoughts crowded with images of him. With his thumbs, he pulled her apart, baring the essence for his hungry lips. He lowered his head to wrap his tongue around the straining nub then moved to thrust his tongue deep within her sheath. Shayna press herself into his mouth, whimpering. Her fingers clawed at the bed covers.
She was at the peak. He would have her essence, now. With perfect timing, he brought his teeth to her inner thigh. His fangs sunk deep as his fingers pushed into her, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nub.
White-hot pain and intense erotic pleasure converged in blinding ecstasy. Shayna cried out her release, convulsing as he drank greedily from her hot flesh. He raised his head, growling his satisfaction then moved to thrust his hard staff into her moist heat, rocking against her, filling her.
Her passion still hot, she met every thrust, her hands going around his neck to pulling him down, kissing him. He slightly bit her bottom lip, showing his pleasure at her aggressiveness then thrust his tongue in to duel with hers.
His release built, growing; yet he refused to let it come until she would be there with him this time. Her cry filled his ears and his body took over. The rush was powerful as he let go. His seed poured hot and thick into her waiting womb. A groan rumbled in his chest as he pushed deeper and shuttered one last time.
Tyron lay over her, fanning his fingers into her hair, running his tongue along the column of her throat. A low rumble touched her ears.
"Are you purring?” She pressed her pelvis into him again as the sound he was making stirred her heat a new.
"Mmmm, yes. The taste of you drives me wild.” His tongue slid down to run along her neck and across her nipple, bringing it up hard again.
"Do you feel me growing hard within you once again? The musk of your sex has crossed my tongue and the taste of your blood binds us like no other. It is only left for you to finish the ritual."
"You have made me so hot, Tyron.” She rotated her hips bring him deeper.
"Its the Calling. True mates have a fire no other can appease. “Now, drink from me. The fire will cool with an exchange."
"But you are deep within me."
He gave her a deep sensual smile, reading her thoughts. He leaned closer, his lips resting near her ear, teasing the gentle shell with each hot breath. “It is not my rod you will drink from Kara, but my chest or inner thigh. Your body will know what to do. Let go of yourself. You are Eliscean, you are mine, feel the powerful pull of your mate.” He reached down where their bodies joined, circling the sensitive nub as he pushed in and out of her. She groaned, arching her back.
Tyron's touch slid up over her hips to tighten on her waist as he rolled over, placing her on top. He squeezed the globes of her bottom with both hands, helping her to slide up and down on his hard staff. With her spread open, knees on both sides of his hips, he watched himself gliding deep into her moist heat. The beast grew hungry again as he saw the smear of blood on her thigh. The opening of her woman's cleft, where he rested deep within, called for his touch. His thumb pushed and teased around her moist nub certain it would bloom for him again. When her nails dug into his chest with each thrust, he knew she was ready.
"Shayna.” his voice deep and husky, “bring your mouth over my male nipple. That's it. Run your tongue along my flesh, feel the rush of my blood just under its surface. Feed, Kara.” Her moist hot lips gave nibbles that drove him wild. She was a born seductress.
Tyron moved faster inside her as her tongue danced across his chest. He felt the scrape of her teeth and moaned. Anticipation caused his muscles to tighten. Then she bit down and white-hot pleasure exploded throughout his body and he climaxed. A growl broke throw his lips as he shuddered with intense satisfaction.
His hands held her head to him as she drank. She convulsed around his staff in release. Her knees tightened against his hips, a cry of pleasure and pain tore from her lips when she pulled away. A wildness entered her gaze as she saw what she had done.
Tyron grabbed her quickly, rolling her under him before she could bolt.
"It is a natural thing, Shayna. One few ever feel."
"Let me up.” She struggled against his strength, p
anic clouding her mind. “I'm going to be sick."
"Not till you calm and think this through. Have you ever experienced anything better? Was anyone hurt? No. By Dauring sake, the taste of you still draws me. The scent of you is now upon me and the essence of you runs through my heart and soul. Search within yourself. There you will find me as well. Open your mind and feel what I feel."
What he said held truth. Shayna was no longer human. The Elisceans had seen to that, yet her thoughts and feelings were still human, and her inner self had not changed. She licked her lips and found the taste of him still warm and sweet. It was darkly erotic and powerful.
Toads and sticks, what had she done?
Shayna could close her eyes and almost see the pleasure beating through his body. She was a part of him. Tentively, she watched a ruby trail rolling down his chest from her bite ... life's liquid. She'd always been drawn to dark sexy vampires in the movies. How many times had she said, ‘I'll let him bite my neck.’ Here she had gotten her wish and it was better then she could have imagined. A joining that wrapped her heart, soul, and mind in its web of desire.
Her gaze slid up his chest to hold the intense, glowing blue gaze of Tyron. He was searching, waiting for her to think things through. The sexual encounter had brought heights she had never experienced before. But would she do it again? Yes, with Tyron it was right. The essence of him warmed her belly and healed her soul. It was like finding a missing piece of a puzzle; one she didn't know was absent until found.
"Shayna, I will not betray you. I am not shallow like this human male you once cared for. I do not need to beat a woman so I can feel powerful."
"Somehow, I know this. You are obviously respected and hold great power, but I sense you would never use it on someone weaker than yourself. I trust you and that is something I haven't done in a long time.” She didn't want to think about the time, five years ago, when she had given her trust and almost forfeited her life. That was all behind her, and she had vowed it would never happen again. But Tyron was different from Chris in many ways. Shayna knew she had nothing to fear from him ever."
"And I am very honored.” His hand slid down to cup her breast.
She smoothed the hair back from his forehead. “Give me time, Tyron. I'll try not to disappoint you."
"As long as you are true to yourself you can't disappoint me.” He leaned forward kissing her, sliding his lips across hers before pressing, supping, more intensely. Shayna rocked her hips loving the feel of him so hard and deep inside her.
A loud crash and pounding footsteps from inside his apartment broke them apart.
"What—"
Tyron's finger across her lips stopped her words. “We're being invaded. Its time to leave."
Six
Tyron rolled off the bed then turned, offering her his hand.
"What's going on?” Shayna asked, accepting his help.
As she stood next to him, he took both her hands and met her gaze. “Do you trust me?"
"You are the only one I do trust on this strange planet.” She never stopped to think why.
"Then dress, I will explain later.” He opened the clothes closet door just as something heavy hit the sleeping chamber's door. Shayna jumped in fright, clutching Tyron's arm.
"It's all right, Shayna. It will take the queen's guard hours, if not days, to break through my security."
With his hand flat on her back, he directed her into the large room where clothes lined the walls. He pointed to the left. “I had these made for you. Wear what you like, but make them comfortable, we will be on the run until I can meet with the council."
Loud bangs, thunks, and shouts filled the area beyond them. Shayna turned to watch Tyron pull a pair of black leather pants down from a shelf and step into them. He slid the material up over his naked hips then fastened them in front. Sexuality radiated from him, and her body responded. This couldn't be normal, to want him so soon after having what they had just shared.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling, she turned to dress herself and was overwhelmed by all the clothes hanging along the wall.
"Are all these clothes mine?"
"Yes, I had you measured when the ship left earths orbit. I wasn't sure what you would like so I got some of everything. There are earth styles, like you enjoy wearing, then Eliscean styles as well. I did forget one thing."
"Can't imagine what."
"Those little lacy things you were wearing earlier. I'll have to get you more of those.” A wicked smile curled his lips.
Shayna's mouth drop open. “You are wicked and more than generous."
He shrugged. “You are my Calling mate. I knew you came with nothing and would need women's things. I am only sorry you won't get a chance to see and use all the gifts I bought for you."
"Me too."
Tyron watched Shayna run her hand over the rake of colorful clothes then pulled a black sleeveless blouse over her head and down to conceal her midriff. His gaze slid over the tight black pants she put on next, her curves well defined. She carried strength in mind and body. He could feel Shayna's stress level rising with all she had faced in so short a time, yet she met every challenge. His esteem and respect grew for her hourly. How fortunate he was to have her with him.
By Dauring, she was beautiful. It was imperative that he find a way to beat the system, and the queen's edict, or escape with her. He would not give Shayna up.
Tyron stepped up behind her, reaching around to pull her close, pushing his face into the hair between her neck and shoulder. She smelled so good. “Ready for a tour of Eliscean Prime?"
She laughed. “As long as it isn't near the dragon pit."
"That's my girl."
Tyron wanted her again and by right during this time of the Calling, they were not to be disturbed. However, for them, this respect would not be given. With a quick kiss, he pulled her out of the closet and over to a wall. Tyron held what looked like a palm pilot with extra buttons. He punched a few numbers and the wall opened into a four by four area.
"This is my cargo lift. It will take us to the underground. The city below is not safe, but we can lose the queen's guard until I can meet with the council. Get in and watch your head.” His hand rested at the top of her head, helping her bend before stepping in.
The platform swung under her feet. Shayna clutched at Tyron's hand, her nails digging into his wrist. “Tyron!"
"It will hold, Shayna. I have been inside when unloading heavy boxes."
When Tyron stepped in with her, it swung again and her eyes widened, her arms out-stretched, looking for a safe hold as panic set in. He pulled her into the protection of his chest, wrapping his arms around her stiff frame. With one hand, he pushed buttons, entering another code, and the wall slid shut, closing them in darkness.
The floor dropped slightly, leaving her stomach in her throat, a scream locked behind petrified lips. Then it descended rapidly. She couldn't breath and her chest squeezed tight so her heartbeat became erratic.
"Breathe, Shayna."
Shayna became dizzy. She swore it took her five minutes to remember how to inhale. The lift stopped with a jerk and the door slid open, revealing a darkened room. A rush of cool air passed over her with the door opening, releasing her knotted nerves.
"Where are we?” she asked as Tyron helped her out, her legs still shaking. How she hated closed in dark places and found herself praying there would be no more.
"Sublevel thirty-four. This is the back room to one of the markets I own. It's closed the next few sun risings for inventory. Come, I will utilize the monitor to call an emergence meeting with the council."
As the computer came on, it filled the room with a blue glow from the large screen. The click of the keys, Tyron typed, echoed in the silence.
Shayna went to stand beside his chair, placing a hand on his shoulder. She needed the security of his warm flesh under her hand to ease the doubt in her heart. Homesickness invaded her in waves. She missed earth, sunning herself by a quiet pool. But b
eing near Tyron and touching him made things right again. Her gut warned her of disaster and death rising on the horizon. Mentally, she pushed the feeling away, blaming it on nerves. This was the second time she'd gotten a feeling of danger. Could there be something to it? Her intuition had rarely been off.
While Tyron was pre-occupied, Shayna glanced around, spotting stacks of unopened boxes, and shelves of canned goods.
"Tyron if this store is yours wouldn't the queen's guard search this place for us as well?"
"Yes, but I run it under another name, a ghost alias. And to answer your next question, no. I'm not doing anything illegal."
"You're in my thoughts again, Tyron. I'll ask what I want to know. Besides I can't help what pops into my head any given moment."
He stood and bowed. “Forgive me. It's a habit, and I do it with everyone I work with. Knowing a persons plans before they execute them has kept my head on my shoulders and is a weapon of defense, saving my life more than once."
He put his arms around her waist, pulling her up next to him. Emerald eyes shone bright as they met his gaze, and golden hair lay tossed across her shoulders. Her soft breasts pressed into his chest and his loins stirred and hardened. Images of his mouth feasting on those bare fruits, peeking out between sunlit strands of silky hair, ignited the Calling fever. The fire within fanned the ambers and heat surfaced to prickle along his skin. He had to cool his thoughts or take her here.
"You mean more to me then any other so I'm in your thoughts at all times. I reside within your heart, soul, and body. Would you try to keep me from your mind, withholding yourself from me when I need you most?"
She sighed. “No, Tyron. But it is very disturbing to have your questions answered before you ask. And not all thoughts are something I believe, they just pop up because I'm a curious person by nature."
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