by Sadie Carter
He placed his hand over her breast, covering it easily, his hand so dark and warm against her pale skin.
“Madison says human men enjoy women with big breasts.” She had tried to learn as much as she could about what human men liked from the three women. What she’d learned is that she seriously lacked most of the attributes they told her men liked. Her breasts were tiny, she had no money, no influence, and she didn’t have a clue what to do in bed. She still had no idea what a blow job was, and when she’d asked, the three of them had giggled and given her pitying looks.
She made a mental note to ask Willa later.
“Madison is a twit without two brain cells to rub together. I like these breasts. They’re small but perfect.” He leaned over and drew her nipple into his mouth. She cried out as he licked at the nipple.
She had never experienced such a rush of pleasure. Her head swam, and she grabbed at his shoulders, letting him anchor her.
“Rye! Too much!”
He drew back and smiled up at her. “No. I don’t think so. Not yet. We’re just getting started.” He moved to her other breast, using his tongue to tantalize. Sweet bursts of pleasure danced along her skin and between her legs, she throbbed. As he continued to lick and suck on one breast, he moved his hand to her other breast, lightly pinching her nipple.
“Please. Please.” She didn’t know what to do. She was lost, floundering.
Almost as though he knew how uncertain she felt, Rye rose above her. “You sure you’re ready for this? If something frightens you, then tell me. I will always respect the word no. The last thing I want is for you to be scared of me, but I like to give the orders in the bedroom.”
“And out,” she muttered.
“Can’t help it if I’m always right.”
She snorted.
“Me being in control isn’t about making you less than me or building my ego. It’s about our pleasure and sweetheart, your pleasure will always come first. So does your wellbeing. So you tell me if anything scares you, got it?”
He might act hard at times, but she could see his concern for her. She cupped his face between her hands. “I can’t guarantee that something won’t send me into a panic attack. But I feel safe around you. I’ve seen how you take care of those around you. And in truth, I kind of like knowing you’re in control because I have no idea what to do.”
She blushed as she said that last bit.
“I know. But I do.”
Rather than annoy her, those arrogantly spoken words sent reassurance through her. Rye knew what to do, and no matter what, she knew he would take care of her.
He kissed her, and she eagerly moved her tongue against his, trying to match his movements. This kissing thing was totally new to her, much like everything else. But she was a fast learner, and she wanted to make this good for him.
“I have to taste you,” he whispered. “I have to know.”
She had no idea what he was talking about, but this seemed so important to him that she nodded eagerly. He moved down her neck, kissing softly. Then he gave her a sharp bite, right where her neck and shoulder met. She screeched, her hips rising of their own volition. The brief bit of pain was followed by a rush of pleasure so intense, her breath caught.
“Hmm, like a little pain with your pleasure?”
She had no idea. Could someone actually find pleasure from pain? It seemed ludicrous. But as he returned to her breasts, Rye took one nipple between his teeth and pulled slightly. Again that bite of pain was quickly followed by a rush of delight that rocked her deep.
“Interesting.” He moved down her flat stomach, laying soft, gentle kisses.
“Is it wrong?” she asked, worried.
“Wrong? No, not wrong at all. Plenty of people get a rush from a bit of pain. In the right circumstances.”
“Do you?” Did he wish she would bite him?
“No, I don’t enjoy pain. But I don’t mind dishing out a little.” His grin was wicked, hungry. “Hips up.” He tugged at her pants, and she raised her hips, letting him slip off her pants.
“No panties.” He threw her pants away, studying her naked body.
“I’m not used to them. They feel odd.” It felt weird having someone stare at her naked body. She attempted to glance down her body, wondering what he thought. Was she too thin? Too bony? Too pale?
“Beautiful,” he breathed out, and she could hear the admiration in his voice. “Spread your legs.”
Feeling awkward and vulnerable but wanting to please him, she pulled her legs apart.
“More.” He knelt between her legs, staring down at her. Obviously, she didn’t move quickly enough for him, because he pushed her legs wide, almost to the point of straining. “Damn.” He leaned down and laid a kiss on the top of her slit.
“What are you doing?” she sat up, staring down at him in shock.
“I’m going to taste you. Lie back down.”
“You can’t, I mean, you surely don’t want to. Is this normal?” she finally asked loudly.
“I can. I do want to. And yes, it is. Who gives a fuck what’s normal anyway? Lie down. And keep those arms above your head. I don’t want any interruptions while I feast.”
She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this. Who had ever heard of such a thing? It couldn’t be normal, surely?
He spread her folds apart then he flicked the bundle of nerves just above her passage with his tongue. Zing! It was like a rocket being fired. Her body tightened as she raised her hips involuntarily.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.”
She couldn’t even make sense of his words, she was too busy trying to catch her breath. What was happening? Rye ran his tongue over her folds, then returned to that spot that brought her such indescribable pleasure. She whimpered as he circled it with his tongue. Wetness gushed from her passage, and she stiffened in shock.
“Oh yeah, baby. You taste even better than I expected.”
He liked her taste? That she was wet?
“Elika? You’ve gone all stiff.”
“I’m wet down there.”
“Yeah, and it’s delicious.” He took another long lick then looked up at her. “You do know why you’re wet, right?”
Should she lie, pretend to be more knowledgeable than she was? But he must have seen something in her face.
“Did no one explain sex to you?”
“My mother died when I was young. I had an older male guardian. All I know is what I’ve heard from other women. I don’t know anything. I don’t know what to do or say. I don’t even know what a blowjob is,” she wailed.
Instead of making fun of her, he laid a few light kissed over her mound. “A blow job? If you want to learn, I will be more than happy to show you. Just not now. I need you too much. I need to be inside you. All this sweet dew you’re producing is to ease my way inside you. The more you produce, the easier it will be. So I want you to come for me, can you do that?”
She nodded. Right now she’d promise him anything. “Of course. Come where?”
He laughed. “Bad choice of words. Just relax and let go. Let the pleasure take over you, all right?”
Sure. She guessed that didn’t sound so bad.
He slid his tongue over her slit then flicked that nub of nerves once more. What did he call it? A clit? Oh Goddess, that sent shivers through her body. She wanted more. There was something beyond her reach, something she didn’t know how to find. As he flicked then sucked on her clit, Elika found her body tightening. Her insides coiled.
“Let go, baby. Let go. Come for me.”
Come where? She screamed as tension released from her body in huge, delicious waves of pleasure. The world around her disappeared, and she slumped back on the bed, her insides throbbing.
“Damn, that was so hot.” Rye leaned over her, resting his weight on his arms. He kissed her gently, and she could taste her essence on his lips. It probably should have been disgusting, but instead, she found herself melting once more.
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��m guessing you aren’t protected.”
“Protected?”
“From getting pregnant.”
She shook her head. No. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. She watched as he stood and moved to his pants and pulled something out of the back pocket. He rolled something clear over his hard cock. Should she have offered to do that?
She wasn’t ready for kids. Not yet. Although the thought of having a baby didn’t scare her the way she thought it would. If she was having a baby with Rye. He turned back and laid on his side against her. Brushing his hand over her cheek, he turned her face towards him.
“You okay?”
“I’m good. You’re just… big.”
“Ah, don’t worry, I’ll fit. I promise.”
“Can I touch you?”
“After this first time, you can touch me as much as you like. Right now, I’m about to explode. I can’t wait to be inside you any longer.” He kissed her lightly. “I’ll be gentle, but this could still hurt.”
“I know that much.” She wasn’t completely ignorant. She’d been told the first time brought pain. But they hadn’t told her she could expect as much pleasure.
“So rather than me being on top, you’re going to be on top. You’ll be guiding everything, all right?”
She nodded, grateful for his understanding. It wasn’t that she thought Rye would hurt her. She wouldn’t be here if she thought that.
Rye rolled onto her back, and she hesitantly climbed over him.
“I still don’t know what to do.”
“Do you want me to help you?”
“Please.”
“Raise your hips.” He grabbed his cock, rubbing the head against her entrance. He clasped his hands around her hips and drew her down. When he touched her thin membrane, he paused.
“Fast or slow?”
“Fast. Please.”
He thrust up without a word at the same time as he drew her down. She cried out in pain and slumped against him. He held her tight, running his hand up and down her back.
Elika tried to slow her breathing as the sharp pain gradually dulled.
“Better?” he asked when she leaned up.
“Sort of.”
He laughed, jolting her and she groaned.
“Sit up, let’s see if we can make this sort of more enjoyable.”
She moved, wincing a little as her insides protested. Reaching up, he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs lightly over the nipples.
“Close your eyes.”
She did as he ordered as he played with her body. Bliss soon pushed the pain aside, and her insides throbbed for an entirely different reason. When he flicked at her clit, she gave a low cry.
“I want to move.”
“Then move, baby. Take me.”
She slowly rose up then down, riding his hard cock.
And with each movement, pleasure raced through her.
“Oh, Goddess.”
Going with her instinct, she moved faster.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me. Faster. Oh, hell yeah. Come with me. Come!”
His cry filled the room, and his head flew back, his eyes closing. She found herself engulfed with pleasure once more. It shook her body, and she slumped against him.
Chapter Nine
The beeping of his communicator pulled him out of the light slumber he’d slipped into. He glanced down at Elika who lay sleeping beside him. He’d never fallen asleep next to a woman before. He brushed her hair away from her face, surprised by the rush of affection filling him.
It was good that she slept. He lightly ran his thumb over the dark marks under her eyes. She needed as much rest as she could get. His communicator beeped again, and he frowned as she stirred. Reaching across her, he grabbed it to check the message.
“Do you have to go?” she asked.
He looked down into her sleepy gaze. “Yeah, think we both have to. Darac’s called another meeting.”
“He is fond of his meetings, isn’t he?”
“Yes. He keeps forgetting this is my ship and my crew. How are you feeling? Sore?”
“A little,” she replied shyly.
“Do you have any pain inhibitors?”
“Yes, in the drawer.” She attempted to move.
“Stay,” he told her. “I’ll grab it for you.”
He rose and stretched, aware of her gaze on him. Okay, so he might have stretched a little longer than he normally would. He grabbed his clothes, pulling them on as she slowly sat up. Noticing the way she winced, he moved to the drawers and grabbed one of the pain inhibitors.
She reached for it, but he shook his head. He wanted to take care of her.
After giving her the injection in her arm, he ran his thumb over the tiny hole to soothe the small ache he knew they brought. “That should work soon. Why don’t you have a shower and relax?”
“I thought there was a meeting.”
“You don’t need to be there.”
“Rye. I’m going to the meeting. And I’m going to convince Darac that I need to go onto the Coizil ship with Kyle and the others. Nothing you can say will change my mind. They need me. This is a risky mission.”
“Yes, too risky for you. I’m not allowing it.”
“Who says you get to allow or disallow?” She stood and placed her hands on her hips. He was immediately distracted by her naked body, his gaze drawn to her breasts.
“Hey, eyes up here.” She tapped his chin.
Taken by surprise, he looked into her fuming eyes. “Just because we had amazing intercourse does not give you the right to tell me what to do.”
“I know. I would have told you what to do whether the intercourse was amazing or not.”
She rolled her eyes, and he hid a smile at the disgruntlement on her face.
“Come on, let’s see what disaster awaits us now.”
He helped her dress, amused by the way she blushed. “You do know I’ve licked and kissed nearly every inch of your body, right?”
“Yes, of course. But this feels more…intimate somehow.”
He knew exactly what she meant. As he finished dressing her, he pulled her against him, kissing her thoroughly.
***
When they walked into the rec room, Elika was surprised to find not just Betsy’s crew members, but Rye’s youngest brother Kyle, Koran, and about a dozen Zerconian warriors. It was a tight squeeze to fit everyone in the room.
It was overwhelming, and she hesitated in the doorway, unsure she wanted to step into the room filled to the brim with males. She couldn’t even see Willa through all those huge Zerconian bodies. Rye placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her into the room and an instant feeling of safety filled her.
How had she gone from thinking she detested this man, to completely letting herself go with him? To caring about him? Maybe because she’d never really disliked him. She’d tried to push him away because she had always been attracted to him and she’d been trying to protect herself.
She’d told Rye she just wanted sex, but it wasn’t true. She wanted more. Goddess, what was she doing?
“You okay?” He stared down at her concern.
“Just a lot of people in here.” Her lungs tightened, making it hard for her to breathe. She rubbed at her chest.
Rye turned and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Do you need to leave?”
“I’m fine.” She needed to be here. She didn’t have time to fall apart.
He rubbed his hands over her shoulders, studying her. “Fine. You can stay. But if you feel a panic attack coming on, I want you to tell me. Just squeeze my hand or stand on my foot and I will get you out of here.”
That would be humiliating.
“I’m fine.”
“Of course you are,” he said. “And I’ll keep you that way.”
“Everyone quiet,” Darac roared.
Willa stepped up onto a stool and gave a piercing whistle.
Darac rubbed his ear. “Was that necessary, my mate?”
> Willa grinned. “Nope, but it was fun. Listen up, everyone, Darac has something to say.”
“Thank you, my mate.”
“There has been some movement in the timeframe. We received information that the Coizils will be docking in approximately three hours, which is why Koran’s team has arrived early. The Coizil leaders have a meeting with Pnir in five hours. We will move then. Where is Elika?”
Shit. Everyone’s gaze turned to her. Her lungs tightened further.
She swallowed, her mouth dry and tried to keep her breathing calm and even. “Yes?”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she managed to reply. They had already scouted out the best place for her to be, where she wouldn’t be discovered but could have a full view of what was going on.
“Good. Rye will guard you. The human women have been already been transported off the planet.” Darac then went through everyone’s assignments, but she had to admit she tuned out. She was grateful Rye would be with her.
“Don’t worry,” Rye told her. “I’ll take care of you.”
***
“Willa, I need to speak to you,” Rye called out. They had just an hour before the Coizils were due to land. He grabbed Willa’s arm, pulling her along to his room. Once they were inside, he paced across the small room. “We need to have a chat.”
“We do? Rye, what’s going on?”
“I need to tell you some things about Elika. I need you to watch her for me.”
“What are you talking about? Watch her for you? Are you going somewhere? Why does she need someone to watch over her? Because of her panic attacks?”
“Whoa, too many questions at once.” He held up his hand. “I’m not going anywhere right now, but I will be. I’m going to look for Lochlan.”
Willa frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I had Lucy do a search for him. He’s alive.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t know you had anything of his for Lucy to use for a trace. Why didn’t you get her to do one earlier?”
He shrugged. “Guess I wasn’t ready to find out for sure. But now I do know, and I’m going after him.”
“Where is he?”
“Not sure. She’s only got a direction at the moment. But she said she will come with me. Once Thor can leave.”
