Page 42 of Jewel of the Alien Bandit
My fingers stilled in their ministrations, watching as her jewels lit up as I touched them. The glow faded the longer I stayed away. Her loh slowly turned a dull gray, a stark contrastto the brilliant silvery blue she had before. Almost as if I would lose her if I didn’t hold her close.
And maybe I would either way.
The thought tore through my gut.
I was right the first time when I told her that she was better off without me. Dragging her away from Estreldez wasn’t an option. She was the future Almder, and her species was approaching war soon. As much as I wanted her to myself, I couldn’t let another planet come to the same fate as my own. Destroyed by Necias. If I stayed with her I would be putting a larger target on her and her planet. King Sylve would come for me, adding a legit claim to his reason for surrounding Estreldez with warships should Trillume investigate.
I focused on things I could control in the moment. I was already mated, my fate sealed to her. The least I could do was make sure she healed long enough to survive the transport to her planet, without burdening her with the full truth.
“When a shol mates, it has nothing to do with what I plan on doing with your body.” I traced the loh beside her breast, and trailed down watching her skin illuminate as I went. Her breath caught with a small gasp making me smile as I stopped to give a bit more attention at her hip bone, where a loh nestled pointing to where I wanted to bury myself in pleasuring her. Her butt lifted trying to get my hand to move farther down, but I stayed firm not wanting to continue until her mind caught up with her actions.
“Mmm,” she moaned with heavy-lidded eyes, tempting me to finish what I started.
“Let me do this for you,” I begged, but it wasn’t just for her. With my mating runes fully formed, everything in me craved to be close to her, to feel her, and give her what she wanted. Even if what she wanted was never to see me again after she’s healed.
I would accept it.
Even if this was the only rotation I had with her, I could die happy.
“Vareo, I can’t—” her voice caught as I let my hand wander farther down to cup her entrance in my palm, touching, but not letting my fingers move or probe. Her chest lifted and fell in rapid succession as her hips wiggled, trying to get me to do more. More is exactly what I would give before she could deny me. I didn’t want to hear her finish her thought. I already knew she wouldn’t claim me as her mate. She was a leader, a princess, a catalyst of change, freedom, and hope. She wouldn’t give me her heart, but I’d take what was offered. I was a criminal, and in this instance, I accepted that label with open arms if I could have the jewel that was lying before me.
Just for the rotation.
She was mine. And I would always be hers.
Her fingers gripped into my hair, and pulled me to her lips, but in those last seconds she stopped just short of our lips meeting. She sucked in a breath as my palm lightly grazed her bundle of nerves, her hips lifted up. Fuck. I wanted nothing more than to help her release all that energy, and heal her wounds.
“No more games,” she hissed. The loh on the top of her palm lengthened and curved down like a saber cutting through the closure that held my pants together. The layers of her own skirts were spread out around her, displaying the nectar of the sweetest flower that I would take my time to enjoy before I gave her what she just released from the confines of my own clothing.
The estrelds had it right, wearing loose-fitted cloth with no obstructions to their instincts. Women wore flowing dresses, barely a wisp of coverage, and slits so high that it was merely a matter of arranging the pieces out of the way. Even their males wore billowy skirts that tied back at the ankles with overlapping strips that could easily be parted to join with their counterpartsat any given moment. What once seemed impractical, I now understood as a difference in priorities. Mine were rightly aligned now that a feast was waiting for my exultations.
Her hand clasped over my dick, making it vibrate and pulse in her care. I groaned into her hair before I let my finger trace up and down her slit, teasing at her entrance. The sounds my gentle stimulation emitted from her made it so damned hard not to move my own hips on top of her eagerly parted legs. Her grip on my cock moved up and down making my finger slip and press into her slit to prepare her for my own entry. In time with her strokes I pushed in and out with one finger, then two. Her hips thrust up to meet me, and her hold on me stilled as she moaned.
Her ecstasy was my own, and my need grew with every delicious sound.
The little pebble of nerves glowed like her loh, filtering out through the cracks around my hand and it elongated, a hard nub pressed against my palm. Removing my fingers from her sheath I circled the eager bud, only gently passing by, grazing it lightly a few times. Her hand wrenched from my cock to dig into my arm as she panted. She pulled on my bicep, writhing beneath my hold, trying to force me to have a firmer hand with her. I captured her moans with my lips. Her mouth opened as I deftly played with her tongue as if I were teasing her clit before I noticed fangs biting into my lower lip drawing blood.
My body hummed and shivered, my shol heritage took her aggression as a strong female claim and my mating runes only glowed brighter. I didn’t want to wait any longer to have her. Adjusting from her side I moved atop her. For a moment she whimpered at the loss of my touch on her pulsing need, but I wouldn’t have her wanting for long. I was so hard with anticipation and my cock throbbed ready to release my seed.
Without entering her, I pressed myself against her sensitive flesh, the scent of her reminded me of the Yhel flower of myhome planet. She was my new home. My cock vibrated on her extended nub at the bottom of her inviting petals, and she screamed out, grabbing around my neck and clawing at my shoulders to pull me closer. My name in those howls of pleasure had me brimming with pride. But what brought more happiness was the loh on her shoulders pulsing, no longer cracked or dull.
This was healing her.
The pleasure I was giving was healing her, generating radiation that pulsed off of her in heady waves. My mating runes responded in kind, warming my body in a bright blue haze.
“I need you,” she pleaded between the play of our lips moving together.
I rubbed my cock against her opening, easing away from the pulsing need of her bundle of nerves that felt like heaven against me. The absence of that touch was only momentary before I slipped up between her wet folds. Her bean pulsed against the underside of my cock making me still in pleasure before I tremored inside of her in measured thrusts. As I slowly released myself from her hold, the nub pulsed along my length as my tip rubbed at her entrance once more. And as she whimpered I too couldn’t stop myself from shivering at her touch.
I needed more.
Gruffly, I grabbed her ass, and pushed into her hard and was happily met with equal vigor in return. With each thrust I felt her radiation pulse out from her extended bud gliding against the underside of my hard length. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels pushing my ass in time to our rhythm to force me deeper inside. I didn’t know how much longer I could last like this. I wanted this feeling to go on forever, but with every shudder I had to force myself to hold back.
My eyes grew heavy with need, and I felt like her hands were touching more of me than two hands could possibly cover. I forced myself to tear my eyes from the lusty silver ones belowme, and the air sparkled with radiation, surrounding us. She was brighter than any sun, but I was not blinded.
I never wanted to look away.
Her loh pulsed, and just like our time in the library of her palace… her wings grew.
