Page 42 of Beauty and the Alien Beast
He stretched upward, chest heaving, muscles going taut as he panted. He submitted himself totally to what I was doing, not touching me, not daring to move.
I embraced his length with both hands before my lips greedily slid over the head of his arousal. Teken’s hands threaded through my hair as though savoring the feel of it. The low groans coming from him spurred me on.
He grew bigger in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down over his wide shaft. The more I tasted, the more I hungered. With every flick of my tongue, the hard grip of his fingers against my head seemed to turn me on even more. I fed him into my throat, taking it all. His hard shaft was thick and broad, like him. My lips stretched around his man flesh. He spread his legs wider.
I hummed as he started a slow slide in and out between my lips. A fog of desire clouded my vision. All I could think of was bringing him pleasure. His groan deepened, becoming more of a growl, charging the erotic tension even more.
My body quivered with a fire I’d never felt before. My tongue stroked every bump and ridge of his flesh. Moving up and down on him, I sucked him harder. I was thrilled when his little exclamations went longer, hoarser. I sped up, adding more pressure gradually. He writhed against the tree, his fingertips cracking bark as he clutched at it. His cock started throbbing harder.
He tightened his fists even more in my hair. My mouth opened wider, and he inched his staff until he was lodged against the back of my throat. He was huge, the size of my wrist, but I didn’t back away or struggle.
Holding still, I relaxed my throat to keep from gagging. My tongue slid along his length as I breathed through my nose. He said something in his language, his voice hoarse and thick with arousal.
Heady with power, I swallowed around him. The sound of his harsh breathing drove me on as he thrust into me with a slow rhythm that was rough and primal.
Fingers tangled in my hair, he held my head still for his deep thrusts. My lips danced over him. My hips swayed in tandem.
“Sheleki,” he whispered. He was squirming and trembling against the tree, totally under my control, his voice strained with pleasure and growing distress as his balls drew up tight against his shaft.
Moisture pooled between my legs.
All too soon, a guttural groan erupted from his carnal mouth. He shot into the sweet depths of my mouth. I continued to suck, swallow, and lick him with gentle strokes until he gradually softened in my mouth.
After inching from between my lips with a heartfelt sigh, in one smooth motion, he helped me stand. My legs were trembling under me, and he cradled me against his chest with unexpected tenderness that left me speechless.
Gently, I pulled away from him, tucking his cock back into his clothes and lacing him up. I smiled up at him as he stared down at me, panting, his eyes still full of amazement.
“Ella,” he whispered reverently. “My sheleki.”
“Your freaky sheleki.” I flashed him a naughty smile and winked, then jerked my head toward Brax. “Let’s get back on the road.”
26
Teken
What in thename of all the gods was that? Is taking a male into your mouth a human mating ritual?
None of the teachings about mating with a female Gladiator documented such an exciting and fulfilling sexual act. Perhaps it was because our mating practices focused on fertility, sometimes at the expense of other pleasures.
Apparently, humans had the opposite problem—they were too fertile. Maybe that was one of the reasons the gods had selected earthlings to be our compatible mating species. I supposed it made sense that lovers who did not seek pregnancy would please each other in other ways, but I had no idea being taken inside my sheleki’s warm mouth could feel so incredible. I barely had strength left in my legs to climb into my saddle.
She was asking how I was in her strange, chirpy language, a nervous little laugh in her voice as she hovered close to me.
I managed to mumble, “Um, okay,” and hoped that was right. But I still had a little difficulty pulling her up into the saddle in front of me.
As we settled in, I drew a deep breath of her sweet scent that was now intermingled with mine. Both Gladiator and Wulfaen were satisfied that all Wulfaen that dared to approach my female would know she had been claimed.
The mating urge had died back down to warm embers in the pit of my stomach. I would be all right for a while. Maybe not long enough to make the run to my sector, but I was going to do my best. The idea that the slave catchers might snag us during mating made me sick with rage. I would not allow that to happen, even if I had to soak myself in an icy river to reduce my cravings for Ella.
Gods, give me strength until we are safe and alone again. I don’t want to take her on the ground of the council chamber as I give my report either.
We rode for our lives, as fast and straight as we dared toward my pack and the shelter of my sector. I knew in my heart that if we kept going without complications, my mate and I could spend the rest of our lives together. Now, if only I could make certain that’s what she wanted.
I was not proud that I’d succumbed and marked her without explaining the seriousness of giving her the mating bite. According to our history, once a male marked his mate, the bite would not only bring pleasure to us both. It would make Ella stronger, and her eyesight and stamina would become better.
I must make absolutelycertain she has a working translator. Rudimentary knowledge of each other’s language won’t give me the depth I need to tell her everything I’m feeling. I am devoted to her in every way. But I also know she was broughthere against her will.
What if she wants to leave? What if she doesn’t want to be with me forever?
