by Tana Stone
Chapter Twenty
When Katie saw him pump his long, thick cock, her mouth went dry. It was one thing to feel it through his pants or even against her leg, but it was another to see it up close and personal. Her confidence faltered for a moment as her eyes moved from his cock to his stomach tight with strain to his sculpted chest muscles glistening with sweat. Even though he was big enough to crush her and powerful enough to tear her in two, she knew she didn’t have to be afraid of this man. Instinctively she trusted him, even though everything about him raised more questions.
His piercing blue eyes locked with hers, and all thoughts of her plan had fled her mind. She didn’t care about getting information from him, or learning about the Kronock, or even about breaking the alien abduction story. The only thing she could think about was how good Zayn made her feel and how much she wanted him.
But first, she wanted to return the favor. Sitting up, Katie grasped the base of his cock and heard him suck in a sharp breath as she leaned down.
“You don’t have to,” he said, his voice strangled.
She licked the tip, and a groan escaped him. “I want to.”
Katie fisted him, pumping up and down as she took his crown into her mouth. His skin was like velvet, warm and soft despite his cock being as rigid and unyielding as granite. She swirled her tongue around him and looked up to see his head arched back, his ridged stomach taut. “Do you like this?”
He lowered his gaze to hers, his pupils flaring as watched her drag her tongue up his length. “There is not a way you could touch me I would not enjoy.”
“Sweet talker.” She smiled as she sucked his head into her mouth again.
Zayn brushed her curls off her face and took the back of her head in his hands, cradling her as she drew him in deeper. He moaned, his eyes half-lidded as she took his shaft deep into her throat.
Katie breathed out as she tried to take as much of his huge cock as she could. She’d definitely never had one this big, so she took him slow, sucking him in an inch at a time. She looked up as she swallowed him, loving the pleasure she saw on his face, even as he clearly fought for control, his lips pressed together. She sucked harder. When his crown reached the back of her throat, she constricted the muscles in her mouth, and his hands jerked in her hair.
“Grek,” he whispered, his eyes scorching as he watched her.
She slid her mouth up and down his cock even as she gripped his base, going deeper with each stroke until his crown hit the back of her throat and she squeezed. He spasmed as his fingers tangled in her hair, and he pushed his hips forward to hold himself there.
“I’ve never felt . . .” he began before his words drifted off into an unintelligible groan.
She pulled back, drawing her lips slowly down his length until she reached the tip. “No one’s ever done this to you?”
He stroked a finger down her cheek. “No one with lips as pretty as yours or a mouth as hot and tight.”
She sank her mouth over his cock again, sliding up and down as she sucked. She loved the feel of him, and how her mouth had made his blue eyes almost black with desire. She moved faster, pumping him in a steady rhythm.
Zayn grunted and pulled away from her. “As much as I like watching that pretty mouth of your stretched around my cock, I want to see it split you even more.”
He reached down and ripped her dress up and over her head with one hand, exposing her breasts and making a strangled noise in the back of his throat. He ran both hands down the length of her body as he pushed her back on the bed, his rough fingers feather-light as the tips caressed her.
She let her legs fall open, her body throbbing and aching for him to fill her. “I need you inside me, Zayn.”
“Not yet.” He pulled her up, flipping around so he sat on the edge of the bed with her straddling him. She whimpered as he bent and kissed each of her nipples, swirling his tongue around them. “So pink and perfect.”
He sucked one into his mouth, making her arch into him, his hands firmly on her back and holding her in place. She dropped her hands and ran them through his hair as her legs tightened around his back. His mouth felt so good, but she wanted more, and she knew he was holding back. Was he afraid to hurt her?
She watched him teasing her nipples and reached around to his nodes, feeling his body tense as she rubbed first one, then another. They hardened under her touch until they were like granite. Moving her hips, his cock nestled between her folds. He moaned.
“So close,” she whispered. “Don’t you want that big cock inside me?”
He looked up at her. “You’re too…”
“Too what?” She cut him off, not wanting to hear the reasons why. “Too wet? Too ready to take you deep?”
His eyes rolled back in his head as she ground against him. “Too perfect.” The words came through gritted teeth. “I don’t deserve to have you.”
Her body burned with the desperate desire to have him inside her. She needed to feel claimed by this Drexian who wanted to protect her. She put her hands on the sides of his face and forced her to meet her gaze. “I am far from perfect, Zayn, and I think you do deserve me.”
She’d just have to show him she wasn’t as fragile as he thought. Using her feet to press down on the bed, Katie lifted herself so that his thick crown was notched at her slick opening. His eyes widened as she lowered herself onto him. The air left her as she took him all the way.
“I’m too big,” he said, the strain in his voice clear.
She raised herself and came down on him again, stretching around him and loving the sensation of his cock lodged deep. “No. I like it.” She let out a whispery moan. “I like being filled by you.”
He held her as she moved her hips. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She took his face in hers. “You won’t break me, Zayn.” She kissed him, nipping his bottom lip. “I promise.”
“So tight,” he murmured, his voice a husky purr. “Tight and perfect.”
“I’m not perfect, but I am yours.”
He thrust up into her. “Mine.” The word sounded hesitant at first, but he slammed his hips up once more, his voice louder. “All mine.”
Her nails scraped his back as she cried out. “Yes!”
He thrust up again, and she met his stroke with one of her own. The feel of him ignited her, making her mind a swirl of desire and need and leaving all rational thought behind. There was nothing but Zayn right there in that moment, his body locked with hers.
They found a rhythm, her breaths turning to pants as they moved together and her breasts bounced with each hard thrust. Katie spread her legs wider, moving her legs back and tilting her hips so her clit rubbed against him with each stroke. Her legs trembled as her release grew, first a low simmer she felt in her belly, building to an explosion that tore through her as her body clamped onto his cock.
“That’s right,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel you squeezing me.”
His words made her scream as more surges of pleasure coursed through her.
Zayn kept himself buried in her as he stood and spun her onto her back, his weight pressing her into the bed. She loved how big he felt covering her body with his own.
He powered into her, drilling his cock deeper than before. Katie opened her mouth to scream but his deep thrusts knocked the wind out of her. She gasped as he pounded into her again and again, holding her legs over his shoulders. She knew she shouldn’t want to surrender to him like this, but she did. She loved the feeling of being taken by him, his big body claiming her smaller one, his bronze skin dark against hers, and his callused hands grasping her hips desperately as he chased his release.
“Come inside me,” she said, her words escaping between gasps. “I want to feel it.”
Her words seemed to push him over the edge. He roared and gave a final push, his hot pulses filling her. Zayn collapsed, bracing himself with his elbows so he wouldn’t crush her, but his body pressed flush against hers.
> Katie felt his heart hammering as if it was her own, and she pulled him closer.
Chapter Twenty-One
Zayn woke when it was still dark. He rolled over in bed, his legs tangling in the sheet as he reached for Katie. They’d barely crawled up to the pillows and collapsed after slaking their thirst for each other twice more. Even now, he felt boneless. His pulse quickened as he thought back to watching her as she took all of him—her eyes flaring, her cheeks flushed, and her curls wild. The memory of her wet heat, so tight as he’d pushed inside her, made him almost moan out loud.
His hands groped for her soft form beneath the sheets, but her side of the bed was empty. He pushed himself up, scanning the room. The nearly full moon sent light spilling across the balcony, but he could see she was not out there, or in the sitting area to the other side of the bed. He forced down a rising sense of panic as he stood, not bothering to dress as he took long steps toward the door.
As he drew even with the bathroom door, he paused. Soft light came from inside, along with humming. The high-pitched humming of a song.
He pushed the door open all the way and his shoulders relaxed as he saw Katie stretched out in the standing tub. Her head lolled back on one end, while her crossed feet poked out of the other, bubbles billowing up in the middle. A few electronic glowing pillar candles sat on the marble countertop, illuminating the room. He didn’t know if the sweet scent came from the candles or the bath, but it filled the room and made him think of flowers.
She hummed as she moved her feet back and forth, following an invisible beat only she knew. He watched her as he stood in the doorway, memorizing the sight of her fiery curls piled on top of her head, a few wet tendrils curling around her neck. The flickering candlelight made her skin look golden as it danced across her slender neck and the arms she draped along the edges of the tub. Everything about her was so feminine and delicate it made his heart clench with an overpowering need to protect her. Even from himself.
As if sensing his presence, she turned her head and smiled. “Did I wake you?”
He shook his head and walked closer, aware that he was naked and the sight of her was sending blood south. “Could you not sleep?”
Her smile flickered. “I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I thought I’d come in here and take advantage of this amazing tub.” She scooped up a handful of bubbles. “Did you know there’s a button you press for bubbles, and another for bath oil, and another for bath salts?”
He laughed, her wonder at the high-tech bathroom contagious. “You like it?”
She sank down a fraction, the bubbles covering her neck. “I may never leave.”
“I would be fine with that.” He leaned against the counter and watched her. “As long as you didn’t mind company every so often.”
Katie wiggled her brows. “Care to join me now?”
He eyed the bubbles cresting the rim. “Are you sure I’ll fit and not make you lose all your water?”
“You worry a lot about things fitting,” she said, giving him a wicked smile. “Didn’t I tell you I could take you?”
Zayn couldn’t help chuckling. “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it.”
“Never,” she said with mock seriousness as he stepped into the tub and lowered himself so he faced her, water and bubbles sloshing over the side and onto the floor.
She waved a hand. “We’ve got towels to soak it all up later.”
She shimmied as he stretched his long legs on either side of her, bowing them so he surrounded her body and his feet hooked behind her ass. Katie bent her legs over his thighs and rested her arms on his knees as they poked above the water’s surface. “You make a pretty good lounge chair.”
His muscles relaxed as he breathed in the fragrant steam and slid down to let the warm water cover his chest. “This does feel nice.”
“What did I tell you?” She traced a finger lazily on his knee. “Enough warm water can make you forget all your worries.”
He closed his eyes and let his head rest against the smooth surface of the tub. As good as it felt, he couldn’t imagine ever forgetting the images that haunted his sleep, or the worries that filled his waking hours. He wished he could forget it all. He wished none of it had ever happened and he didn’t feel so damaged. The only time he’d felt whole again was when he’d been inside her, when it felt like she’d been the missing part of him the Kronock had taken.
“You want to tell me?” Katie asked.
He opened his eyes to see her watching him. “Tell you?”
“Why your face is twisted up like you’re being tortured.” Her words caught in her throat. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t what you were thinking about, was it? Being tortured?”
He took her hand. “No, not really. I was thinking about you.”
She tilted her head at him. “If thinking of me makes you scrunch up your face like that, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She squeezed his hand. “You won’t. I know you won’t.”
“My nightmares,” he said. “You’ve seen what they’re like. What if I…?”
She sat up. “I may not have known you long, but I know you. I’ve seen how you worry about me, how you want to protect me, how you look at me. You won’t hurt me.”
As she looked at him, her eyes earnest, he had to tell her. “The pains in my head, the ones that happen every time the station malfunctions?” He took a breath. “It’s not normal. I don’t feel normal.”
“Of course you don’t. You’ve been through something awful. It would be odd if you did feel normal.”
He dropped his eyes. “What if they did something to me? The Kronock? What if the pains aren’t just residual effects from torture? What if they’re more?”
“Didn’t the doctors check you out when you escaped?” she asked, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.
“Yes, but the High Command expedited my rehab. They said I’d been through enough.”
“I can see their point, but you’d think they’d want to make sure you’re okay before giving you the ‘all-clear,’” Katie said. “Why don’t you go back to the medical bay? Mandy works there sometimes. She’s another tribute bride, and Dorn’s wife. I’m sure she’d listen to you and take you seriously.”
He hated the thought of the sterile medical bay. Even though it was well lit and pristine, the metal tools and shiny devices gave him flashbacks of being on the Kronock torture table.
“Brown hair?” he asked. “Straight and long?”
“Mandy?” Katie said. “Yeah, she was also here the first time we met, although I was less thrilled with her then.”
“I also remember her from when I arrived at the station and they were treating my wounds. She was nice to me.”
“See?” She dribbled some of the bubbly water onto his leg. “I’ll go with you, if you’d like. Mandy owes me one, anyway. More than one, actually.”
He nodded, looking at her, his chest constricting. He knew without a doubt he didn’t deserve her, but he didn’t care. She was his.
“So stop worrying so much.” She splashed him gently. “Unless you’re worried about hurting me with that huge cock, in which case, I’m fine with that.”
He felt his cock twitch.
“I like that kind of hurt,” she said, grinning at him. “You want me to show you how much I like it?”
He couldn’t answer as she slid her body toward his, but he dropped his hands into the water and grabbed her ass, lifting her so he held one round cheek in each hand.
The water made everything slippery. He felt her hand as she reached down and dragged his cockhead through her folds. She arched her back as she rubbed him over her clit, back and forth until her breath was jagged. Her full breasts bobbed in the water, and Zayn took one in each hand, thumbing her nipples as she stroked herself with his cock.
She moved faster, her hips moving as she worked herself on him. Her closed eyelids fluttered as her head bent b
ack.
“Look at me, cinnara,” he said. “I want your eyes on me when you come.”
She jerked up and met his eyes, hers hot with desire. A few more moves, and she shattered with a scream, her body bucking but her eyes never leaving his.
Zayn waited for her to sag into him before lifting her and turning her so her body spooned his, her legs stretching alongside his. Her head fell back onto his chest as she regained her breath.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, grasping her hips and moving her up so his cock notched between her ass cheeks.
She spread her legs while still stretched out on top of his body, letting him slip the broad crown of his cock inside her, holding her breath while he slowly dragged her down until she’d taken him to the hilt.
“Is this the kind of hurt you like?” he whispered in her ear.
Her response was a throaty sigh. “Mmm-hmm.”
He rotated her hips so she was sitting up and began lifting her up and down on his cock, feeling her heat mix with the warmth of the water. She moaned every time their bodies met; flesh hitting flesh and water splashing around them. She raised her hands to cup her own breasts.
“Harder, Zayn. I want it harder.”
As he felt the liquid heat coil in his belly, he sat up on his knees and bent her over so her hands clutched the edge of the tub. Their bodies were mostly out of the water, and he watched as his cock entered her from behind. He pulled out until he saw his slick, swollen crown, then he slowly pushed it inside her, savoring the sight of her stretching to take him. He stroked in again, this time thrusting hard. Katie screamed.
He paused, but she shook her head, swiveling around to meet his eyes. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He buried himself again as she gasped, her knuckles white against the edge of the tub. All he could think about when his cock was lodged inside her was her. Katie belonged to him. Her moans and screams were for him. Only him.
Reaching around, Zayn found her nub and swirled his finger as he thrust his cock deep. Her hips jerked, but he held her steady as she rippled around him, her muscles pulsing. She screamed his name as she came, and he felt the blood rushing in his head as his own need pounded through him. Digging his fingers into her soft hips, he hammered into her as he climaxed, feeling nothing but the sensations of her wet heat quivering around him and wave after wave of contentment crashing over him.
