by Tana Stone
Trista’s mouth gaped as she took him in. “What are you…?”
“You know what I am doing.” He spread her legs and stepped forward putting his hands on her hips and tugging her away from the wall. She yelped as he slid his hands down to cup her ass and jerked her up into his arms.
She clutched his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, her expression going from startled to hesitant to aroused in the span of three heartbeats. He let his gaze drop to the glistening curves of her breasts, the pink nipples, hard and pressing into his chest and then to the soft swell of her belly, and the thin strip of wispy hair below. He groaned and crushed his mouth to hers, feeling the jolt as she kissed him back, hard.
She let out a sigh as his tongue entwined with hers, and tightened her grip on him with her legs. Her hands dropped from his shoulders and wrapped around his back, her fingers finding his nodes.
The touch of her fingertips against his swollen bumps made him bow his back, wanting to feel more. She stroked up and down his spine with both hands, and his body shuddered.
“Am I doing this right?” she asked, pulling away fro a moment. “Does this feel good?”
“Everything you do to me feels good.
She began circling the two nodes in the middle of his back with her fingers, and his knees nearly buckled. He’d never been touched like this before. Not by someone who made his heart constrict.
He ran one hand through her wet hair and pulled her mouth back to his. He loved the taste of her and the feel of her and was almost lightheaded at the sensations. He used his hands on her ass to push her up and drop his head so that he could capture one wet nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hot nub then sucked on it as Trista writhed beneath him. Turning his attention to the other nipple, he nipped and sucked until he heard her whimper.
“Torven,” she said, her voice high and breathy.
Hearing her say his name made what was left of his control crumble. His fingers bit into her ass as he ground her against him. He released her nipple with a final tug.
“Am I doing this right?” Torven asked, his voice teasing.
She used one hand to lift his face to hers. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Desire arrowed through him. He captured her mouth again, tasting her sweetness as his tongue delved deep and his mind whirled. There was nothing he wanted more than to bury his cock inside her, but he knew there was no turning back once he did. It would be one more crime to add to his list—taking a tribute bride who was not his.
He pulled back and looked at her big, blue eyes half-lidded with wanting. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now, except this moment here with her and making her his own.
Chapter Eighteen
Trista felt dizzy as she met Torven’s gaze. His eyes blazed, as he searched her own.
He cupped her jaw in one large hand and dragged his thumb across her lower lip. “You are sure you want this?”
Need stormed through her, almost knocking the breath out of her. She’d spent so long being unsure about everything—herself, her decisions, her judgment—but for some reason, she was sure about this. She was sure about him.
Trista knew it didn’t make sense. She’d only known Torven for a matter of days. She couldn’t really say she knew him at all, yet it seemed like she’d known him forever. There was something about the way he looked at her and teased her and took her teasing that made her feel sure. Surer than she’d ever been before.
Maybe she was being an idiot, convincing herself that a bad guy was actually good, but she couldn’t fight her feelings or her need. Her entire body screamed out for him. She didn’t care anymore if he was a bad guy or not. He was her bad guy.
Torven tipped her head up to his. “I need you to tell me.”
She looked from his gold eyes to his full lips wet from kissing her. “Tell you…?”
He bent so his mouth was next to her ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
The air rushed out of her, and her legs went boneless. She managed to nod.
He pulled back with a low growl. “Say it for me, beautiful.”
Heat shot through her as she whispered the words. “Fuck me, Torven. I need you to fuck me hard.”
He plundered her mouth, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. His tongue stroked hers, and Trista felt like she was on fire, the desire pounding through her body nearly primal.
She rocked her hips into him, opening her legs wider and rubbing her clit against his corded stomach muscles. His hard cock bumped up against the crease of her ass.
Torven slid the hand on her ass so that his thick finger teased her opening. She let out a hoarse cry and jerked her hips down, demanding more. “Give it to me.”
“Here?” He slid the tip of his finger inside and stopped.
Even his finger stretched her, but she needed more. She dropped her head back as her body quivered. Lowering her hand under the water, she slid her own finger inside herself, beside his, and let out a breath. “Right there.”
Torven’s pupils widened. “Where else, mate? Show me.”
Trista grasped his shoulder with one hand and leaned back, looking down as she dragged her finger out and found her clit. Torven watched as she began working it, and a guttural sound escaped from deep in his throat. He sank his finger all the way inside her.
She didn’t stop circling her clit as he pumped his finger in and out, the heat from the water making the sensations even sharper. She liked watching both their hands on her body. Before, she’d preferred sex in the dark, but now she wanted to watch him take her. She glanced at Torven’s face, his jaw tight and his neck muscles straining as he watched his finger stroke inside her while she played with herself.
Trista’s muscles contracted, squeezing his finger. She tore her eyes away and reared back as the orgasm barreled through her. Crying out as she jerked against him, she held onto his slick shoulder to keep from falling.
“Torven,” she panted. “That was…”
“Only the beginning,” he said, walking through the water to the edge of the pool and setting her down. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and dragged a hand from her neck down to the narrow strip of light-brown hair between her legs.
Her legs shook as she lay back, too satisfied to feel exposed, even though lying back with her legs up in the air was not something she usually liked. She normally would have had one hand draped across her belly or have been trying to suck it in, but none of those things mattered to her now.
Torven bent down in the water and moved her so her knees were over his shoulders. Trista’s stomach somersaulted. Was he going down on her?
“You don’t have to,” she said.
“Have to?” His brows knitted together as if he was confused. “I have been waiting to taste my mate and lick her sweet juices.”
Trista’s skin tingled where he touched her. “Oh. Then don’t let me stop you.” She screwed up her courage and let her legs fall open, exposing herself even more to him.
He smiled at her as he slipped his hands under her ass again and lifted her to his mouth. “This is how I like you. Your pretty pink folds open and ready for me.” He dragged his tongue through her and looked up again. “Ready to be taken hard by my cock.”
Her pussy twitched, and fire coiled in her belly. Usually dirty talk made her feel embarrassed and awkward, but Torven’s words only stoked her passion and made her feel more desirable and more beautiful.
Trista let her eyes close, fisting her hands by her side as he kissed the inside of her thighs before parting her with his tongue. She was already so close to the edge again that she nearly broke apart when he started lapping her. He moved up to her clit and circled it like she’d done, increasing his speed when she arched into him. He groaned and the vibrations of his mouth shot through her.
“I’m going to come on your tongue,” she managed to say, grasping the back of his head as he sucked her clit and shattered her into pieces.
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bsp; Trista bucked against him, but he held her legs tightly, licking her as she came, and making the ripples of pleasure tear through her again and again. She finally went boneless, her hands releasing their grip on his hair.
“So sweet,” he murmured from between her legs. “Tasting your juices and licking your little nub has made my cock like steel.”
“Show me,” she said. She’d never been so bold as to give orders to a guy, but she liked the way it felt. “I want to see that hard cock.”
He lifted one eyebrow and straightened up so that his cock emerged from the water. Thick and long, it stood out from his body as water dripped off. Torven fisted it.
Trista loved that she’d made him so hard, and she loved the way he looked at her as if he wanted to devour every inch of her. It made her feel powerful and sexy.
“I thought you promised to fuck me hard,” she said, dragging a finger through her own wet folds.
He growled and took one leg in each hand. “Watch me claim you, mate.”
Her breath hitched as his crown parted her. She already felt stretched, and he was barely inside her. Before she could ask him to go slow, he drove into her.
Trista gasped as he impaled her on his cock, holding himself deep inside.
“So tight.” His words came out jerky and hard. “Am I hurting you, cinnara?”
She felt full in a way she never had before, but it didn’t hurt. “Feels good.”
He thrust in again, then sat back and looked at where they were joined. “Love seeing you stretched around my cock.” He stroked in again. “So tight and pink and perfect.”
At that moment, she believed she was perfect. His hands clamped down on her hips, and he powered into her again and again with a fierce rhythm. As he began to pulse into her, he dropped his mouth to hers and swallowed both of their screams.
Trista wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside her. She could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he sank on top of her, bracing his arms on the rock floor to keep from crushing her. The feel of him snug inside her and the sound of his heartbeat echoing through her own chest was something she never wanted to end.
Chapter Nineteen
Torven rolled over on to the stone floor, panting heavily. He could hear Trista’s rapid breathing next to him, and he twisted his head to look at her.
She lay sprawled out, with her feet dangling in the water and her bare skin flushed. The pink flesh around her nipples was still pebbled, and his breath caught just looking at her lush body.
Glancing over at him, Trista gave a dazed smile. She sidled up closer to him, hooking one of her legs around his. Smiling back, he used one arm to pull her closer.
Her eyes drifted to his cock, which had already begun to rise. She playfully swatted his chest. “Oh, no you don’t.”
“What?” He assumed his most innocent voice. “I thought you said you liked it hard.”
The blush on her cheeks deepened. “That’s not playing fair. Besides, I think we both need a second to recover.”
“You want a break?”
Her eyebrows popped up. “Don’t you need one?”
He shook his head as he stroked one hand down her back until he reached the cleft between her ass cheeks. “Why would I need to stop?”
Trista laughed. “So I guess that’s one more way you aren’t like human men.”
Torven swept a strand of damp hair off her forehead and planted a kiss on the top of her head. “Are there many differences?”
“A few.” Trista said, letting her eyes wander lower. She pushed herself up and scooted toward the edge of the pool, then let herself drop into the water, sinking up to her neck. “This feels so good. Want to join me?”
Even though his legs still twitched, Torven scooted himself to the pool and slipped in. The steaming water did feel good as he submerged his entire body and then came up and floated on his back with his hands laced behind his head. He knew he should feel guilty for claiming her when he had no right to her, but he didn’t. He actually felt better than he had in a long time. Even the worry over being a fugitive and being chased by the Kronock seemed far away, as they relaxed in the warm, natural-spring pool.
He looked up at the ceiling of the cave, the blue glow of the walls bouncing off the water and reflecting undulating waves of light. It was as if they’d slipped into another world when they’d discovered the underground cavern, one he never would have expected given the unforgiving terrain outside. Torven breathed in the steamy air, his nose having become used to the odd smell. Had anyone ever discovered this place before, or was it theirs alone?
The only sound was that of the water lapping the sides of the rock, and it was easy to imagine they were out of reach of everyone. Few knew they were even on the planet, Torven thought, and those who did had no clue about the underground paradise. What if they stayed there? He’d never have to answer for crimes he didn’t commit, and he’d never have to risk losing her.
He rolled over in the water and swam a few strokes toward Trista. Now more than ever, he couldn’t imagine giving her up. Anger surged through him at the thought. She was his mate. He knew in his gut she had always been meant for him, and she would always be his. No matter what.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly to his chest. Feeling her softness pressed against him gave him a sense of comfort. She belonged with him.
“You can swim,” Trista said, dropping her head back to look up at him. “I didn’t think all Drexians could. Mandy almost drowned Dorn by pushing him into the water outside her fantasy suite.”
“So, you aren’t the only human female to attempt to kill her mate,” Torven said as he turned his head to avoid Trista splashing water at him.
“Maybe if you all weren’t such stubborn alpha males,” Trista said, but voice was playful.
“When I first graduated from the Drexian military academy, I was stationed on a planet that was mostly water,” Torven said. “Learning to swim was necessary to survive.”
“So do any Drexians not become warriors?” Trista asked.
“The few females we had rarely went to the Academy. But all Drexian males become warriors—for a time, at least. Fighting and defending are in our blood.”
“So if everyone’s in the military, who builds things, or repairs things, or invents things?”
“Some Drexians serve on High Command or become scientists or engineers after military service, but all the aliens whose planets we’ve saved from being invaded lend us their talents. Like the Vexling you were standing with on the space station. Vexlings are known as great linguists and diplomats. We saved the planet Vex from the Kronock many years ago, and now some of their people work for us.”
Trista took a step back. “They aren’t slaves, are they?”
Torven frowned. “Of course not. Drexians would never enslave. We have an equal exchange of labor. Our warriors are stationed on their planet, and some of their people choose to work for us. And get compensated.”
“I didn’t know if it was like the deal with Earth, where you take Vexlings without their permission.”
Torven flinched. “We have permission from Earth.”
“The government bigwigs maybe, but not the women who get snatched,” Trista said, not meeting his eyes.
“That was the choice of your planet. We would have preferred to be open about the exchange, as we have been with other worlds.”
“I’ll bet if women on Earth knew there were a bunch of hot aliens looking for brides, you’d have them fighting to come to the Boat.”
Torven paused before asking his question, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer. “Would you have been one of them?”
She hesitated. “Honestly, I don’t know. The thought of leaving Earth, or even Iowa, might have freaked me out. But maybe not as much as just ending up on the station out of the blue, and trying to come to terms with the whole deal. I was pretty upset for a while.”
He stroked a hand down her back. “Are you still u
pset?”
She smirked up at him. “You mean, am I freaked out by being kidnapped again, crashing on an ice planet, being almost eaten by an alien albino alligator, and running for my life from the Kronock? Why would that freak me out?”
“I am sorry to have put you in danger,” he said.
She ran a hand down his chest and stomach, letting her fingers bump along the defined ridges. “You know the weird thing? As much danger as we’ve been in, and are probably still in, I don’t feel unsafe with you. You look like you should be a bad guy, but you aren’t.”
Her touch made his cock stir. He watched as she traced the tip of her finger around his crown. “I will do anything to keep you safe,” he said, his voice cracking. “You are my mate, my cinnara, my little grease monkey.”
She made a face and splashed him before sliding her hand up the length of his cock. “I’ve never been able to be so free with a guy. I’d usually be embarrassed.”
“There is no reason to be embarrassed by pleasuring your mate.” Torven moved a hand around from her back and cupped one of her plump breasts, thumbing her nipple and watching it become a tight point. He didn’t like thinking of her with any other males, but he pushed aside his jealousy. “There are many more ways I intend to have you, and I promise you will enjoy them all.”
She made a soft sound of pleasure in the back of her throat, but dipped her body below the surface of the water. “Not so fast. It’s my turn to play.” She took his stiff cock in one hand underwater.
He hardened even more in her hand. When she traced her top lip with her tongue, Torven’s eyes nearly rolled up into his head.
“Since I don’t have gills,” she said, “I need you to stand for me.”
He obeyed her, rising to his feet and letting the water sluice off his body.
She stayed kneeling in the pool, his cock now at eye level. Wetting her bottom lip, she winked at him. “So lickable.”
He watched as she took the head of his cock between her lips, closing his eyes as the feeling of her hot, wet mouth overwhelmed him. She sucked him hard, and he let out a contented moan.
