by Rena Marks
He’d been right. She wore a fresh sparring outfit and it was definitely not as tight. Not as short. Still, with those new tall boots she wore, it was still sexy as hell. She was the epitome of warrior princess. She had natural grace, natural beauty, all wrapped up in a wary package. But most of all, what people didn’t notice—she had a heart of gold. She was one of the most caring, sensitive Xeno Sapiens out there…and no one knew. Not one person suspected what Tempest gave up so the rest may live.
He knew. And he’d make her realize how perfect she was if it was the last thing he did.
He rose when she exited the showers. “Ready?”
She nodded briefly, eyes on his lips like she was a bit wary, then fell in line beside him. He nudged her with his shoulder, bumping her enough to make her unsteady. “Quit.”
“What?”
“Quit being wary. It’s just me.”
“I know,” she said, exasperated. “But I was thinking about that kiss. And then I wondered how I should act afterward.”
That was his Tempest. Honest and open to a fault.
“You should kiss me to balance things out.”
She stopped in her tracks. “What?”
“Balance the power, right?” He suppressed a grin. “I kissed you. Without permission. It took some of your power, left you feeling uncomfortable. Wondering where you stood. Now you kiss me and it leaves me wondering about the kiss the entire walk to the mess hall.”
“Really?”
He was about to reply when she gathered his shirt in her fists and brought his head to hers. As soon as her plump, delectable lips found his, he groaned. They opened their mouths at the same time, teeth crashing together, tongues flicking and tasting each other.
Sliding right back into where they left off.
She broke the kiss, leaning back, gasping. Peering at him curiously. “Do you now feel confused? Disconcerted?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, and deliberately shifted his junk.
Her eyes followed his hand and she flushed.
“Well, good, then,” she said, leaning back. “I guess I have now regained my power.”
“Sure thing,” he said, flinging an arm around her neck and bringing her close as they continued to walk.
“Shawn,” she protested, trying to move away.
“Tempest,” he grinned, bringing his lips to the top of her head. Her hair was still slightly damp from the shower and smelled of honey. An underlying smell that was her.
“Someone will see,” she said.
“Trust me. It will shock no one. No one will even blink. They’ll take it in stride if they notice at all.”
Her eyes flicked to his. “You’re kidding.”
“Oh, no.” He laughed. “This is an experiment. Watch.”
Her curiosity rose and she relaxed against him, her stride in tune with his. She brought one hand up to her shoulder to loosely clasp his, and the other arm she snaked around his waist. A bit rebelliously, at first. As if she wanted to dare anyone to notice. But he’d take the challenge to have her in his arms. To pretend for a little bit that it was normal; that she was his.
As they entered the mess hall, a few looked their way, and looked away again. No big deal. It was Shawn and Tempest, just like he’d told her.
They headed toward the buffet, where he was a bit reluctant to let her go, but they needed both of their hands to grab food. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“See? Told you.”
“It appears you were right.” She looked up at him, her lovely mint-green eyes sparkling. “However, a part of me wants to figure out why. I think it is merely because the mess hall is more focused on food than anything and nothing other than food sparks immediate interest.”
He chose to let her believe that. He could have told her everyone was used to his eyes following her around whenever she was present. He could have told her they were all over each other when she was drunk at the dance. He could have told her that everyone accepted it because it was a normal for Tempest to be butted up against his side because she was his.
But she wouldn’t believe it. Not until she figured it out for herself.
They piled their plates high because sparring required extra calories. Of course, so did fucking. He imagined a life with Tempest—fucking and eating. Sparring and eating. Sparring and fucking. Fucking and then fucking some more. It would be perfect. He just had to play his cards right.
He nudged her to a small table in the corner, a bit more secluded as more people were heading out of the mess hall. The lights dimmed, a warning that the hall was closing down for cleanup. The lights would remain dimmed for the next half hour.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked.
“I wanted to know why you tightened your sparring outfit.”
He continued eating, aware that she stopped. Would she deny it? Play coy? Nah, that wasn’t Tempest’s way.
“I was planning to seduce you. Just once,” she added, as if he might be getting other ideas. Apparently she wasn’t aware that it was impossible to think when all the blood flow from his brain ran straight to his dick. “I thought satiating the need would put us back on an even keel.”
“Hmm. Just like the pact we made months ago?” There it was. He brought it up to the surface.
“The pact was a bit different,” she said. “We’d agreed to get it out of our systems. That had no end date in sight. I realized I need an end.”
“Okay,” he said, because really, at this point he’d take anything he could get.
“Okay?” Naturally her voice was wary.
“Yes. I agree to your terms. I promise to take your edge off. To make you come until you can’t see straight.”
He took a drink of his seltzer water like it was the most casual thing in the world. Fact was the drink was to calm his raging dick.
“You will come, too,” she negotiated. There was that soft heart, making sure he reached his. He fought a grin.
“Thank you.”
She frowned. “I mean, it’s only fair.”
“Yes. And we must keep things balanced.” He raised his glass to toast the deal, feeling the utmost satisfaction when she raised hers to clink. She had no idea how unbalanced this relationship would be. They were going to have to strive to keep it even; to have the same balance of explosive orgasms. Strive to keep it casual. Strive to keep it…fulfilling. So many things to strive for.
But his sweet thing smiled like this arrangement was the easiest thing since sliced bread and clinked her glass to his. He waited until she set her glass down before he asked, “Does tonight work for you?”
As soon as he dropped the question, the tension had grown so thick he could hardly breathe. Her eyes had roved down his body, lingering on his chest. The pronounced bulge at his groin.
They’d left the mess hall quickly. He barely remembered the walk down the hallways to the residential units, but suddenly they were in her quarters.
She felt so small in his arms, so delicate. But she was anything but. She was strength and desire and wanton need. His hand felt huge as he pushed it between her legs and her thighs invariably locked, clenching around his waist. Her hand gripped his forearm but it wasn’t to push him away. It was to pull him closer.
He gave her what she needed, sliding his hand under the lace of panties, seeking the heat that drew his palm like a magnet.
She coated his fingers, she was so slippery.
“You’re drenched.”
She didn’t respond. She was panting, gazing at him with her beautiful green eyes, waiting for him to give her what she needed. And God help him, he’d give her anything.
“You need me. You need this. You tell me next time you need,” he instructed her, commanded in his best trainer voice. “I’ll be the one to take care of all your needs.”
She gave an involuntary shudder and then her back arched, her thighs squeezed tighter around him as if she fought to suppress that need. But then she gave up and simply pushed her p
ussy harder into his hand.
A groan erupted from his throat.
“Where do you need me, baby?” he muttered, his voice barely a rasp. “Here?”
He rubbed her hot, slick arousal against her own flesh, smearing her own heat.
“Yes.” The admittance emerged on a ragged breath as if she still thought to deny this attraction between them. He’d make her need it and he’d make her admit it. He paused the friction against her pussy.
“You need more here?”
Her fingers tightened on his forearm, the small nails digging in. “Yes. And I need you to tear off the barrier of those panties. I only wore them so you could rip them off.”
He smiled. “Good. But not yet. Lean back. Let your trainer take care of you.”
His fingers pulled the edge of her panties aside so he could peer inside, the wet fabric falling easily aside and baring the most beautiful sight to him. Her beautiful pussy. She was puffy with need, so swollen as her body prepared to sheath his raging fucking cock. But not yet. He’d make sure she was completely satiated before he took her.
He ran his fingers up her slit, sliding over drenched curls, back down, slipping into her swollen folds.
A tortured moan ripped from her.
And then he pushed deeper, his long fucking fingers that he always hated because his momma was sure he’d take to piano were a blessing now as he pushed them into her, opening her up, letting her scent waft up between them.
“You’re so hot. So fucking wet. I can’t wait to sink my cock into this,” he said.
Then she arched her back and he’d never seen such an erotic sight in his life as his long fucking piano fingers buried deep in Tempest’s pussy. With his thumb, he circled her clit.
“Shawn,” she gasped, shaking her head. “Shawn.” It was like she reverently chanted his name instead of having something to say.
“You like this, my pretty? My big fingers stretching your pussy? Filling you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Just fucking yes,” she moaned. “It feels good. So good.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Come now.”
He knew exactly what she needed. His thumb slicked harshly over her clit and she started to shake when he repeated the movement, over and over. Her hips began to rock and then, like it was in his fantasies, she was fucking his hand. He pressed harder on her clit, giving her friction as his fingers pumped and she exploded, her inner muscles clamping down as she cried out, the pleasured sound music to his ears.
He’d remember her orgasmic cries for the rest of his life.
Her body was locked, frozen in bliss, her back bowing, but her pussy released convulsive pulses around his fingers.
His tortured groan was for his dick because that should have been his thick, hot cock pounding deep inside her.
“Just like that, baby. Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” His groan was rough as he let her pant it out, his fingers buried inside her.
His breath was hot and ragged against her neck as his fingers slipped from her pussy. He lifted his head, seeking out her gaze.
“Now I’m going to lick you all up.”
Chapter Eight
Tempest:
HE CRAWLED DOWN THE length of her body and buried his face against the thin fabric of her panties.
“This virginal white lace was driving me so fucking insane. So fucking pure and innocent,” he groaned against her belly, then the scorching heat of his mouth burned through the skimpy lace covering her sex. His breath was hot and wet and right there, where she needed it most.
“That is why I wore it,” she said. “To drive you crazy.”
He lifted his mouth long enough to groan, “Going to make you come so hard.”
“Shawn.” That was all she seemed capable of saying. All she could do was think. Think of Shawn sweaty. Shawn naked. The pronounced cut of his muscles on his chest. The light smattering of hair. The trail that disappeared into his waistband. The pronounced bulge at his groin.
“Open up for me, baby.” His broad shoulders pushed her thighs open. Then he gripped the waistband of her panties and ripped, baring her to his view.
He groaned.
She felt her pussy open for him, but stopped thinking as he claimed her with a long, devastating lick. Ecstasy burst across her sensitized nerves as she cried out.
“Fuck yeah.”
His ravenous groan filled the room and then he roughly pushed her wider. He licked hungrily at her entrance before thrusting his tongue inside her. He lashed up her slit, sliding his large finger inside her at the same time. He stopped at her clit and then flicked it with his tongue.
She arched her back, muffling her ragged scream against the back of her hand. Delirious with the heady scent of lust in the air, she writhed, her hips forming circles under the onslaught of his tongue. His tongue grew harsher, roughly flicking the agonized flesh of her clit in rhythm with the thrusting of his fingers.
But when he pursed his lips and sucked? Her orgasm exploded, stars shooting behind her clenched eyelids, her breasts heaving with the effort to drag air into her tortured lungs.
Shawn didn’t stop. He kept going, relentlessly drawing more convulsions from her, sucking the last sap of her energy into his glorious mouth.
When her tremors subsided, he lifted his head, watching her with his gorgeous stormy eyes as she panted, boneless. Before she could catch her breath, he loomed over her, kneeling between her quivering thighs. Hard hands gripped her waist and lifted her hips high into the air. One arm braced her lower back and the position brought them closer than she ever thought possible.
Her thighs clamped around his hips, a vice. She felt his cock prodding at the opening of her body. Anticipation curled in her belly.
His voice was a strained rasp. “You’re going to be so tight. So swollen from coming. You’re going to fit me like a fucking glove.”
Just like that, her desire notched up. Her body went rigid with tension. The thick head of his cock slid through the juice of her pussy, sliding up and down her lips.
“We’re going to be so good together.” He pushed through her wet folds and breached her body.
Instant heat, instant bliss. She wasn’t sure she’d survive the feeling of them being combined.
“Yes. Give it to me, Shawn.”
Like he lost all control, he slid into her with one slick thrust, his cock shoving deep. He buried himself inside her and for one brief moment, he paused, looking down at her.
“Okay?”
“Move already,” she snarled, tightening her thighs but unable to thrust without leverage.
His chuckle did nothing to appease her until he pulled out and then slammed deep again, burying himself in her hot wet flesh. She was stretched and filled so completely.
“Fuck yeah,” Shawn muttered and drove into her again. Her inner muscles clutched his thick cock and he groaned as he pulled back. Tension locked his body as he looked down to where they connected, his cock wedged tightly inside her. “You were made for me. I’m going to make you come again.”
His thrust was sharp and she squeezed onto the muscles of his shoulders as his cock struck high inside her. He stroked harder, every thrust igniting a coil of arousal, tightening and tightening, ready to explode with just a little something extra.
His hot mouth found the tip of one breast and he bent over, sucking her nipple into the recesses of his mouth so hard it gave her that little something that tipped the scales. She screamed his name as she came, but he kept fucking her, harder and harder, forcing his cock like a thick steel pole through the convulsions of her pussy, wringing out the last drop of her orgasm. He groaned as if he couldn’t hold on any longer and then he lost it.
He threw his head back, clenching his teeth, and his nostrils flared as he sucked in air. A vein flexed on his temple and then he broke, his hands squeezing her hips to the point of pain as he shouted o
ut. Hot liquid heat poured into her body.
As if he realized his own strength, he released his hands from her hips, moving one to press over her lower belly, pausing as if he could press and feel his own cock inside her.
She arched, smiling as she stretched her arms up over her head. Why? To watch his eyes darken as they followed her breasts. Because suddenly she was turned on again. Watching Shawn come was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
She moved her feet from where they were wrapped around his ass to the mattress. Flexing her thighs, she tilted her hips, slow sensual moves on the still hard cock inside her. She felt him tighten inside her, his eyes glued to her flattened breasts, and slowly began to rock against her. His human skin gleamed with sweat. Not the first time she’d seen him sweaty, of course. But so damn sexy.
Her pussy was greedy, sucking his cock into her wet depths. She could hear the way his breath hissed as he watched himself disappear into her. When she gave a sharp squeeze to his cock, a groan rumbled from his chest.
He slid his hand up the side of her hip and thrust into her. A possessive look came over his eyes as his hand roved across to trace her slit. His thumb found her clit and began stroking in a steady rhythm.
A strange mewling sound came from her. She couldn’t possibly come three times, but his thumb was pressing hard and rough and he was forcing her, making things tighter, bringing her higher. He knew just when her orgasm exploded, sealing her mouth with his and inserting his tongue to taste her at the same time she exploded.
Slowly everything wound down. The kisses slowed, becoming long and languid. Eventually she realized he pulled out of her and covered her body with his, his weight supported on his forearms on either side of her.
“That was wonderful,” she said, regretfully tearing her mouth from his. “I’m glad we got it out of our systems.”
“Me, too.” He smiled down at her and her mood plummeted. It was that easy to get it out of his system? He only came…once.
“It wasn’t quite fair, unfortunately,” he said, rolling over and bringing her to lie on top of his body. “I figure you owe me two more nights to balance those three orgasms I gave you.”
