With just a gentle push against his shoulder, Ryan rolled over, allowing her to look and explore to her heart’s content. She couldn’t wait. When she sat upon his lap, his cock pressed to the front of her clit, she couldn’t stop the purring groan from escaping her throat.
“That’s it, baby. Go ahead and touch me. Let me know when you want me to drop the shield between our minds so we can experience the full effect of our Empathic lovemaking.” Ryan took a deep breath. By the Goddess Alana, you are one stunning woman, my Liana.
Moyo, you are one strong, gorgeous man. One I’d never imagined could belong to me. As she ran her fingers down his torso, wrapping them around his nipples before moving down to the line of hair covering his muscular abdomen, she made another confession. I used to watch you when you’d land in the Royal Compound. I’d watch you greet your sister—take her into your arms—and feel an irrational jealousy. If only I’d gotten close enough I would have known you were mine and my self-imposed suffering from a distance would have ended.
Gripping Liana’s hips, Ryan sat up against the headboard and pulled his mate onto his lap until she faced him, groin to groin. Never again will you have to watch from a distance, Liana. You can touch me whenever, however you want to. That’s my vow to you. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to live your whole life isolated from everyone and everything for fear of feeling and knowing too much of others. You’ll never be alone in your isolation again, this I promise, beloved Liana.
Every nerve came alive where skin met skin. Even half-hard, she knew that his cock would be a formidable size when it was fully engorged. Before she could even begin to worry about it, her thoughts drifted away when he palmed her right breast and brought it to his mouth to suckle. He pulled on her nipple while his other hand slipped from her hip to dip between her thighs, pressing against the hard little nub of her clit. Liana couldn’t stay still, couldn’t think beyond what Ryan was making her feel. When her right nipple began to feel just a tad sore, he moved to the left, giving it equal treatment. Each strong pull on her nipple made her clit twitch, as if the sensations were playing a loop in her body. Soon, all coherent thought disappeared. There was but the two of them, pressing against each other, perspiration beading on their skin, groin grinding against groin
With a muffled oath, Ryan grabbed her by the hips and rolled them over, until she was lying entirely beneath him. When his wiry chest hairs brushed against her sensitive nipples a streak of lightning buzzed her already throbbing clit. Partially shifting her hands, she allowed her nails to grow so she could knead along Ryan’s abdomen, his torso, leaving shallow scratches along his skin—her mark for all others to see.
Beneath her, Ryan grew still. She could hear a rumbling purr building up in his chest, a sound every female Chantrean knew signaled a well-contented mate. She couldn’t wait to see if she could actually get him to purr aloud, rather than just in his chest. After what he’d suffered at the hands of the Black Rose, it wouldn’t be easy for Ryan to voice his pleasure, to show his absolute trust and faith in such a way. Until he could, a rumbling growl in his chest was more than enough for her.
Liana arched up, pressing her breasts against Ryan’s muscular torso, wanting her scent covering him everywhere their skin touched. Weaving her fingers into the long golden-brown strands of her mate’s hair, she pulled his mouth down for a soul-searing kiss. Ryan didn’t seem to need any urging, meeting each thrust and parry of her tongue with his own. What started out as a kiss of longing ended up as a full conflagration, blazing completely out of control, until they were both left gasping, their lungs desperate for air.
With breasts heaving, Liana stared up at Ryan, positive he must see her surprise as clearly on her face as she could see on his. Ryan, however, looked shell-shocked. After only a moment’s pause to take a deep breath, Liana pulled Ryan down by his hair again, locking her lips to his. Her fingers released his hair long enough to explore the rest of his body, from the strong muscles of his flexing back to the generous curves of his tight bottom.
Unwilling to break their kiss, Liana pushed her hands between their bodies just enough to slide a hand between their torsos. She desperately wanted to feel Ryan’s cock, to hold it and explore it with her fingers, to feel the living strength inside it. She imagined running her thumb over the weeping slit at the head of his shaft and tasting his essence.
Just thinking thoughts like that had her heart practically beating out of her chest.
If you want to explore me, by all means, love, but this might be over before it even begins if you decide to go that route right now.
Liana snorted. Hmm…I’ll just have to explore the rest of you then. Roll over and let me touch your back, please, Ry.
As if she weighed no more than a feather, Ryan picked her up by the waist and laid her on the bed then rolled onto his stomach, making good on his promise. Biting her lip, Liana let out a purr of satisfaction. There was so much golden skin available to touch, to explore. What would his skin taste like on her tongue? Would his muscles flex as she pressed the tips of her fingers against the long muscles of his back, or would he stay still and let her explore until she was satisfied?
She needed to get closer, skin-to-skin. Mounting his back, Liana sat on his bottom, rubbing her aching clit up and down as her fingers explored his shoulders before making their way down his spine. As she leaned forward to rub his tight shoulders, she pressed her breasts against his back. He shivered beneath her. She couldn’t blame him. Only maintaining her concentration kept her from reaching between her thighs and pinching her clit, forcing her into her own orgasm. But that wouldn’t be fair to either of them.
Sliding further down the length of his body so that she sat on his legs, she lightly massaged the cheeks of his bottom, kneading them. “Hmm… Roll over, moyo. Let me play with the other side now,” she purred.
Finally, after what seemed hours instead of just the moments that passed, Ryan turned over from beneath her. Her woman’s cream left a trail from his bottom to his stomach. She should be embarrassed to show him proof of her arousal, she thought, but she wasn’t—not in the least.
Scooting over to the side, Liana knelt next to Ryan atop the bed, so she could watch his every breath, could absorb his very essence if she chose. His cock grew impossibly thicker, and longer while she watched, it plummy head growing darker as seed began to seep from the slit.
Liana dragged her tongue over the thick head of his cock. She opened the empathic link, allowing herself to feel everything he did, and allowing him to feel the same if he so chose. Ryan’s spine tingled from the pleasure, as the rough texture of her tongue swept over nerve endings in his cockhead he didn’t know existed.
More pre-cum spilled forth and Liana lapped it up again and again, never taking his shaft into the depths of her mouth, but always giving him just enough pleasure that he was too reluctant to forgo it to force her to take him deeper.
Before long, Ryan’s legs began to quiver, a sure signal that he was close to coming. He was close to losing control and she couldn’t help but feel cheered by that. With extreme disappointment, Ryan rolled away and back to his side, keeping plenty of distance between her mouth and his shaft.
Liana mewled her disappointment, but she knew he wasn’t about to give in to her. Already his control hung in tatters and he didn’t want to lose any more of it. He wanted to make them both work for their climaxes tonight, skin-to-skin, mouth-to-mouth and everywhere in between.
When the silence lasted, Liana squirmed under his intense gaze. His thoughts were seemingly blending into hers without effort. You’re beautiful, Liana. Know that. I’m going to take you places you’ve only imagined, places in your body where pleasure can become pain yet still leave you craving more, and that’s when I will finally allow us the release we’ll desperately need. In the meantime…let the naughty, sweaty, sex games begin.
Chapter Thirteen
Ryan let a few seconds pass and, when Liana started to fidget, rested agai
nst her on the bed once again. Truth be told, he’d needed those few inches of space just to get himself together.
When Liana went to reach for him, to grasp him in her strong, little hands, he shook his head. No, keep your hands behind your back. Use your lips and tongue only. Ryan watched as Liana lifted her gaze to his, expecting her to voice the question he could clearly see written across her face—how am I supposed to suck you off without touching you—but, surprisingly, she wet her lips and leaned forward, taking the head of his cock between her lush, wet lips.
Ever so slowly, Liana took his shaft all the way to the base and, instead of stroking him with her tongue or using her mouth to pull the come from his cock, let loose a slow steady purr, sending vibrations up and down his shaft. He could feel every nerve in his cock tingle. So quickly, he was riding the fine line between pleasure and pain and his mate had only just started. The vibrations zipped through his shaft and straight to his balls. Oh, Goddess. If she kept this form of torture up, he’d never last as long as he wanted. Never.
Time to intervene. “Suck it, Liana. Please, moya, drink my seed.”
Ryan could feel her reluctance, her aggravation at not being allowed to play with him at her own pace. He’d have to make it up to her some other way. Liana relented and began to work his dick in earnest. In and out, he thrust in her mouth. The combination of wet heat and steady suction continued to push him closer and closer to the edge of sanity, of reason. Reaching down he fisted his hands in the long brown strands of her hair, wrapping them around his hands as she continued to work him hard.
His hips jackhammered against her mouth. He knew he was being too rough, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Thank the Goddess for their healing abilities and their inborn strength. No human would be able to take him this way, nor would he ever look to another for loving. Liana was his, now and always, just as he was hers. No way could he slow down now that the mating rut was upon him.
Liana’s breathing grew ragged and still he didn’t slow down, didn’t ease off the pressure or tempo. All he could do was hope to make it up to her later. He needed to mark her with his come, and he needed to do it now. Some wild instinct insisted on it.
The pressure around his shaft increased and his balls drew taut against his body. Sharp tingles raced up his spine. His hands and thighs shook, and still he forced his cock even deeper into her mouth, wedging it further down her throat. Hearing his mate’s purrs and husky moans of desire were all he needed to know that somehow he was pleasing her as well. That’s all it took to send him over the edge of oblivion. Ryan groaned as he felt his come rip out of his balls and down the length of his cock.
The only warning he gave her that he was about to come was a grunt of savage pleasure, then his roar of satisfaction. “Swallow it, Liana. Every drop, baby, every drop, my love.”
Ryan clasped her head tighter just as hot jets of semen spilled down her throat. Over and over, ropes of hot seed shot down the back of her throat and still he didn’t let up his grip. Eons—or perhaps merely seconds later—he felt the last of his seed explode from his cock in one massive burst.
Yet, still he needed to rut on Liana like a bull in heat, as if he hadn’t spent forever trying his best to slacken that need in his mate’s lush mouth. His climax had only lessened the pressure but not the all-consuming necessity driving his instinctual actions.
Liana continued to suck on his cock, but with leisurely pleasure rather than rapturous need. She lovingly laved it, making sure she gathered every drop of his seed. She was turning out be just as sexually submissive as he’d always desired in a mate. Yet, outside the bedroom, in her own lab, she was just as strong and confident as he was—when she doing her testing, doing her thing.
“Enough, Liana.”
Liana ignored his order. Her purrs of contentment vibrated along the length of his shaft, sending new waves of desire shooting to his groin.
“I said, enough.”
Liana licked her lips that now glistened with his seed and smirked. He could feel the pleasure she found loving him with her mouth through their mate bond and his heart swelled with love for her.
Ryan could see the tension running through his mate’s body, from her wobbly knees to the increased heart rate visible at her neck, even in the coating of perspiration covering her glorious caramel skin. She quivered with need. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
Very good, Liana, my love, my moya. Feeling generous, he lifted his love into his arms and gently placed her in the center of the bed, on her hands and knees so that she faced the headboard.
Liana’s movements were wooden and stiff, her body protesting its need to change position. He’d have to remember to give her a full body massage later—she more than deserved one after the day she’d had, and the night wasn’t over yet. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin and he could smell her arousal as it perfumed the air. Thick cream coated the inside of her thighs, evidence of her desperate need for relief. His beast was dying for a taste of her essence, wanting to lick the sweet cream dripping from between her thighs. Oh, he was so going to enjoy the next few minutes while he attempted to drive his mate out of her mind with ecstasy. After they were through tonight, he wanted her to sleep the sleep of the exhausted, to sleep dreamlessly in preparation of the days to come.
Liana dug her fingers into the royal blue, silken coverings as the mattress dipped beneath his weight. He didn’t want her to anticipate his actions, however, so he scooted back off the bed and rummaged through the chest at the foot of his sleeping platform, away from her sight.
Only the sound of her rasping breaths and the sharp clang of metal striking metal as he slammed the lid of the trunk closed broke the silence in the room.
“I don’t want you to think right now, Liana. I only want you to feel the pleasure I’ll be gifting you with. I’m going to cover your eyes so all your senses are narrowed to three—hearing, taste, and touch.”
Tied to one bedpost was a sash from his uniform. How would anyone know that he’d planned to use that on his mating night? Only the Goddess Alana could have known such a thing, and seeing the bed here and his sash, his heart overflowed, knowing their Mother Goddess had blessed their union.
Liana gasped when the cool satin band of his uniform sash caressed her face. The Royal Blue sash symbolized his place of honor in the King’s Special Services Guard—the men he sent out on missions to retrieve the lost and stolen women of the known universes—but tonight it would symbolize the honor Liana bestowed upon him by choosing him as her one and only. The honor and respect he wanted—no, needed desperately—to bestow upon her, for her acceptance of who and what he was, the killings he’d been forced to carry out to complete his mission.
“Close your eyes, moya,” he whispered into her ear, as he placed the cloth over her face. “Listen to my voice as I make love to you with words. Feel my heart beat against the silken skin of your back. Smell the heavy scent of your arousal as your cream spills down your thighs.”
After a momentary pause, Ryan ran the tip of his index finger down the center of her back. Liana’s body trembled in earnest. An urgent moan of need echoed throughout the room and Ryan groaned alongside her. When he knew the tension was at its most unbearable, he nipped her ear and slipped his fingers between her dripping wet pussy lips, running his thumb over the hard nub of her clit.
The evidence of her arousal coated his fingertips. He raised them to his mouth and licked them clean, closing his eyes as he savored the flavor of her passion—both sweet and tart. He would never get enough of her, not of her taste, not of her loving and generous spirit. Goddess, he was addicted to her already and it’d been mere hours since they met. “Oh, you are so wet for me, moya. Do you want to come, beloved?”
When an inarticulate cry was her only response, Ryan knew it wouldn’t take much to send her into oblivion. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream in pleasure. He wouldn’t wait much longer, in fact. He desperately wanted to see her writhing in ecs
tasy atop their bed, lost to everything but what they were sharing—their hearts, souls, minds, and bodies.
Ryan gave a wicked chuckle and lowered his face toward her needy pussy. There was no doubt in his mind that the smell of her passion was nature’s own ambrosia, meant to drive him completely insane if he were ever to be away from her too long.
Her pussy lips were plump and pinkish tan, the perfect combination as far as he was concerned. With infinite tenderness, he spread her lips apart with his fingers and lowered his nose to her cunt so he could just inhale her natural essence. Finally, after a moments rest to memorize her scent, he stroked her pussy from asshole to clit with a gentle swipe of his rough tongue.
Liana groaned, her thighs flexed. “Please, Ryan.”
Ryan turned his head and nipped her thigh. After another frustrated groan, Liana moaned in desperation. Even though her eyes were closed and her face pressed to the bed, he could feel her desire, her frustration through their bond, feel her every emotion in fact. It was such a heady sensation to be this bonded with another. He knew he wouldn’t be able to tease her much longer, before the intense pleasure his touch caused would turn to pain—for the both of them, for what she felt, so did he. With that in mind, Ryan decided to forgo a long drawn out session of foreplay. She deserved to come now, especially after she gave him so much pleasure just minutes ago. There would be plenty of time later for an extended bout of foreplay.
Straightening behind her, Ryan prepared to mount his mate. “Are you ready for me, moya?”
“Mmm… Oh, yeah, I am, moyo, my beloved.”
“Tell me, moya. Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, damn you.”
“Say it, moya. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Fuck me, Ryan. Please, fuck me. Please don’t make me beg tonight. I just can’t take it today. I need you so much. Please!”
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