Page 21 of Her Alien Warrior
Epul pierced through his thighs, ripping his pants. More epul extended from his arms, and he used a claw that came out of his knuckle to slice slowly across his stomach.
A few drops of blood beaded up to the surface in a thin line, following his sharp touch. Sou-el stared at me darkly as he licked his tongue over his fang. Then said, "The only thing I want is to have you on your knees while I bleed for you."
"You what?" I watched as he cut himself again. "What are you doing? Stop!" I ran to him to grab his arm and stop him if I had to, not even thinking about how foolish it was to think I had any kind of strength to stop him from doing anything. But I got there and held his wrist without hesitation, and he grinned at me. I glanced between my hand and his face. His epul should have skewered me, but my hand wrapped around nothing but scales and skin. Surprisingly, the scales on his wrist were soft like suede, and I wasn't harmed at all.
The tang of blood could be smelled on his knuckles where the epul withdrew into. My stomach grumbled, the first sign of hunger since eating the ship's breakfast gruel. He moved his fist closer to my lips, and my own followed, still gripping his wrist, as my heart pounded deafeningly in my chest.
I wanted to lick him. Eyes locked together, we stared until he stilled just centimeters from my lips. Grabbing his wrist more firmly, I pulled it away to examine the blood, it was fresh, but he wasn't bleeding. My lips trembled as I brought his knuckles back up and kissed them. I didn't know what was wrong with him, but I wouldn't let him hurt himself anymore. Blood smeared on my lips, and heat tingled down my throat and deep in my belly. My tongue swept out with a moan, and I wanted to taste more.
Skin tingling, I licked blood off his knuckles, and he growled in response. I paused to think about how ridiculous I was and quickly pulled away to apologize. This was insane, and I couldn't make sense of why I just did that.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, but hegrabbed my hand.
"Are you harmed?" he asked hoarsely.
My hand was trembling, but I shook my head. "No."
"What do you want?" he asked while gently rubbing my fingers with his thumb.
I thought about it, as my body was pressed against his chest. I needed to stop thinking. This was why I came, wasn't it? To make sure whether I felt nothing with everything, with everyone, but this felt like more than nothing, and I was scared.
Scared that I'd get used to this feeling and seek it out when I returned to being numb, when this was over, when he woke up from this strange state he was in, and realized this was a mistake.
He wasn't in his right mind, I thought with a groan. He wasn't part of the program, so I couldn't be sure this was what he wanted.
"I want you to tell me you want me," I rasped.
"I want you," he repeated my words quickly, and he leaned in, rubbing his nose along my hairline.
"No," I pleaded with him. "I don't mean because of this, because of whatever this is," I tried to explain, but fumbled when his nose reached my ear, and his hot breath tickled my neck. "I don't want to use you."
"This," he huffed, "is our biology telling us we are matched. My restraint to wait for your consent to touch you, is my mind wanting you to want this as much as I do." He nuzzled into my neck while holding my hand against his chest to feel hishearts beating rapidly. Every muscle of his was taut with the strain of keeping himself seated before me, his legs spread with me between them. Everything about him screamed touch me, and I wanted to, so very badly. But I doubted myself, my motives, and the state he was in, keeping us at a stalemate of small, heated brushes of a nose against my skin, or the way my thumb gently rubbed his chest absently while tangled with his hand closed around mine.
"You want me," he whispered in a husky low tone.
My only reply was a whimper of assent as his thigh rubbed against my leg, his firm length unmistakable. I did want him. I leaned into his touch, rubbing my face against his as he groaned into my hair.
I'd never been into licking people before. Tyler used to kiss me with his mouth open and it reminded me of a puppy slobbering and the smell of saliva on my skin was unpleasant. The whole process was a waste of time that simply got me dirty and in need of a shower, but as my nose nuzzled into Sou-el's hair, I inhaled deeply, and all I wanted to do was devour him. I needed him in my mouth, and against my skin. Friction, pressure, more. My tongue flicked out to lick at his ear and suckled on his lobe before my teeth grazed across his neck. A low growl rumbled through him, and a hand snapped up from where he held himself to the bedframe, to then wrap around my waist, tugging me closer.
He spun us around, lifting me until my back was on the mattress, and he panted with controlled heaves as he stared down at me. My legs dangled off his hips, they had clung to him as he picked me up and shifted our positions. With my legs opened to him, he traced his knuckle along my shirt, a sharp epul snagging on the fabric, ripping along its wake. As my chest lifted and fell with anticipation, the shirt eased off my breasts and he growled at the sight of my bra. Slow and careful, he pinched the clasp at the center of my ribcage, and he tugged to unlatch it. Cool air hardened my nipples, because it couldn't possibly be the way he looked at me like I was something he couldn't tear his eyes from, or that my skin heated at the very thought of him touching me with that tongue slipping over his lips.
My gaze traveled down his torso, blood smeared across his abs from where I rubbed against him, and there was no sign of a wound anywhere. I lifted a hand to finger over the same line he had cut with an epul before I stormed over to stop him, and there was nothing but the smooth suede texture of his scales. He was healed. Red blood sticky on my finger, but no sign of where it came from. My finger trailed lower, just above the waist band of his torn pants. Slits from where his epul extended on his thighs made the traditional leather skirts the commander wore make more sense for a necia warrior. Though the spikes were gone, his pants were in ribbons, tearing more with every strain of his muscles.
"Is it uncomfortable to keep them in?" I asked, trying to keep the breathiness of need from my voice, but failing miserably. I was looking for an excuse to push him away, to stop myself from indulging in what my body clearly wanted. If he was uncomfortable, I could force myself to leave.
"Most of the time," he confirmed. "But this is the first time I don't feel them aching in every fiber of my body. The only thing uncomfortable is not being able to touch you, to taste you, and claim you with my blood begging to rut you while the whole ship watches with envy and pride. My name on those pretty lips as you come around my fingers first, then in my mouth, before I take you with my cock."
Fuck, I thought breathless, my thighs trying to clench together for friction, but he was firmly between my legs as he bent over me moaning as he inhaled deeply.
"You smell like rak blossoms in winter, and if you were not human, I would have already taken what is clearly mine to have. Tell me, Renee," the way he said my name was dark and sultry, "that when my blood was on your lips, your body welcomed it. That you are unharmed. That I will not see your cheeks marred with tears at my hand?"
A thumb brushed under my eyes, and my hips thrust up in answer to his question, but I knew that wouldn't be enough. I'd never felt this before, this need, and I didn't want to let it go even though I should. I grabbed his hand and pressed the palm fully to half my face and turned into it to press my lips there to erasethe memory of my tears and replace it with my touch. I slid his hand down my neck until he cupped my breast, and I pressed it there giving my nipple a slight tug with a moan.
"I've never come before," I admitted to him with a rasp. "I want to know what it feels like. I want to know whatyoufeel like with your tongue, your fingers, and—"
My words were stolen from me as he squeezed my breast and filled his mouth with the other, his tongue capturing my nipple.
"It is my honor, Pulsunne," he said between swirls of his tongue tasting my hardening peak.
