Casey's Warriors (Bondmates) (15 page)

Her orgasm crept closer, leaving her languid with bliss. Hell, she might never stop touching herself if it always felt like this. Tracing the fingertips of her other hand over her nipple she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the shower wall, drowning in pleasure.

With a crash her bathroom door was thrown open so hard it came partially off the hinges and she screamed as a very scary Lorn stared at her with his lips curled back from his fangs.

Fangs
?

What the fuck?

Before her mind could even process anything he’d crossed the room and tore the shower curtain aside, stepping into the bathtub with her and burying his face against her belly, crowding her into the corner of her small tub.

“Lorn? What the hell are you doing?”

He shuddered and continued to rub his face against her like a big cat. “I am sorry I scared you. Your friends said you were sick and…I had to come.”

Embarrassment mixed with her arousal and she swayed at the sensation of his tongue licking around her belly button. “What are you doing?”

“You smell so good,” he replied in a gruff voice. “So hot. You smell like mine.”

She bit back a moan as she tried to tug his hair, all but melting against him. “This is crazy. You have fangs!”

“Only when I am angry. I was furious something might have happened to you. Do not worry
alyah
, I would never harm you.”

Using every bit of strength she had, she tried to push his clever mouth away from her aching body, knowing that if he put his lips anywhere near her pussy she would utterly lose her mind. “Lorn, stop, please.”

With obvious reluctance he did as she asked and stared up at her with eyes that had gone a dark, midnight blue. “Do you not wish for me to bring you pleasure? To ease your need? I can smell it, Casey, like nectar from a ripe fruit waiting for my mouth to drink it down.”

Her hand shook as she gently lifted his upper lip to reveal that he did indeed have fangs, though they seemed to be receding as she watched. “Are you a vampire?”

It would make sense, the inhumanly good looks, the delicious taste, how quickly he moved and the way he’d mesmerized her from the moment they met. He laughed and stood abruptly, flipping back his wet hair. “No, not quite.”

Before she could protest he lifted her against his chest, smashing her sore breasts against him. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Looking concerned, he stepped out of the tub before gently setting her on her unsteady feet. “Casey, are you in pain?”

Embarrassed at her obvious out of control arousal, she shook her head. “No.”

“Then why do you moan and cry out?”

She turned her back on him and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself before facing him again. Wet from the shower, with his shirt plastered to his body and his jeans looking like they were painted on he was everything she’d ever desired in a man. She momentarily lost her train of thought as she stared at the impressive bulge in his pants. A craving to have him inside of her gripped her like an addiction and she clutched at her towel.

“Who are you? I mean who are you
really
?”

He stood up taller and became more imposing. “I am Lorn Adar of the House Adar, eldest son of Lady Elsin Adar, Captain of the Ninety-Eighth Legion of Kadothian and Protector of the Bel’Tan galaxy.”

It took a few moments for her stunned brain to kick into gear, but when it did she took a weary step back. “Okay…”

He frowned. “I displease you?”

“No, no you don’t displease me.” Her voice came out as faint as she felt and she sucked in a deep breath of air.

Her mind spun and she moved as quickly as she could for her closet, choosing to not even try and put pants on for fear of climaxing from the seam rubbing against her. The Bel’Tan Galaxy? House Adar? What the fuck. A different galaxy meant a different planet, which meant…

“Holy shit, you’re an alien!”

When he didn’t respond she turned to face him, finding him watching her all too intently. Like a predator ready to leap. There was that coiled tension in his limbs and the way he studied her body left her no doubt about his own sexual arousal. His gaze focused on her the space between her hips and he licked his lips.

“Mind closing your eyes while I get dressed?”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t feel comfortable with you staring at my ass.”

He grinned and nodded, then closed his eyes. “You are shy, I understand that. It is normal among brides but you will soon realize you have nothing to fear from me. When you see me looking at you with hunger you will know all I want to do is bring you pleasure in every way possible. Oh, Casey, the things I want to do to you…”

A fresh rush of cream wet her sex and she tried to still the shudder from the accompanying ache. Picking out a loose, pale yellow sundress she quickly slipped it on and grimaced at the sensation of the cloth teasing her nipples. In a weird way her freakish arousal was helping her deal with all the shit Lorn was throwing at her. It was hard to go into hysterics when her body was begging her to fuck the handsome man…alien…whatever until she couldn’t walk. She glanced up at Lorn and caught him staring intently at her breasts. When she glared at him he had the balls to merely grin back.

With a sniff she went to walk past him to grab a rubber band for her hair, but he halted her in her tracks by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tight to his body. His warmth seeped into her and she shivered as the water still dripping from him soaked her dress. God he felt so good, so hard and the warmth from his skin seemed to sink all the way to her soul.

“Let me go. You’re getting me all wet.”

His nostrils flared and his voice came out in a scary rumble as he said, “You are already wet, Casey. Let me ease you. Smelling your need is driving me insane. Help me find control; allow me to soothe you. I am trying to go slow for your sake, but it is so hard when you smell this good.”

He didn’t wait for her response, merely reaching beneath the edge of her dress like he had every right to touch her. Whatever protest she was going to form died a quick and brutal death when he rubbed one large finger against her aching slit, sliding through her juices. Surprise widened his eyes.

“You are dripping wet. I love it, so hot and soft for me. I cannot wait to get my tongue in your sweet sex.”

“I need you,” she moaned as he slowly explored the folds of her pussy, crying out when his finger found the bump of her clit.

“That is a pleasure center for you?” The strength went out of her legs as he pressed down hard on her sensitive nub, almost throwing her straight into an orgasm. “I will take that as a yes. Interesting.”

The more he explored the more she needed him until her womb felt as if it were cramping. “Lorn, please, it hurts. Make me come.”

“Oh, my beautiful bride, all you have to do is ask.”

“Bride? Wai…”

He captured her lips in a kiss that coincided perfectly with his finger breaching her.

“Lord of Life you are tight, hot, and so slick. You strain my self-control,
alyah
.”

Too aroused to care about anything but getting off, she rocked herself against his hand, moaning with abandon as he kissed his way down her throat, pausing to nip at her pulse point. He would lick, then suck, then bite again all while teasing the entrance to her body. If he really was an alien they couldn’t be that biologically different because he knew exactly how to work her into a frenzy. The sharp nip on the sensitive skin where her neck joined her shoulder froze her in his arms, and when he eased his finger deep inside of her sheath, she lost her mind.

The world exploded in a flash of light and pleasure that had her clutching onto Lorn, shaking apart while he finger fucked her ruthlessly, fighting the hard clench of her pussy as she tried to keep him inside of her, moving in perfect time to each blissful contraction. All through her climax he kept saying something to her in that deep, growling voice until she was a jerking, moaning, incoherent heap in his arms, totally destroyed by the orgasm to end all orgasms.

In her pleasure-drunk state she became dimly aware of his hunger, his pride filling her as if it were her own. Dazed, she looked up into his eyes and whimpered when he removed his finger from her and licked it clean with relish. The wonderful scent of him washed over her and she felt something…odd. The impression of a pure love so intense she had no name for it, a satisfaction so deep it redefined her sense of the word.

“There you are,” he said with a satisfied smile, then threw his head back and gave this scary roaring howl loud enough to wake the dead.

She screamed and tried to scramble out of his arms, but he stopped howling and held her close, refusing to let her go. “You are fearful, why? Did I not please you?”

Staring up at him, shivering as the dampness of her dress tried to steal her warmth, she managed to say, “You roared!”

His white teeth flashed against the dark tan of his face. “Yes. I was announcing to the Universe that I have found my bride.”

“Bride? Like
marriage
bride?”

“Yes.” His smile slowly faded and hurt replaced his happiness. “You do not look happy about that.”

“Lorn, I don’t understand any of this. What is going on? Why are you here? And why do I suddenly feel like a nymphomaniac? I don’t even really know if you’re even a for real alien. I mean for all I know you could be some hot psycho.”

His fair brows drew down. “What is a psycho?”

“It’s a crazy person who harms others.”

“I have not fallen to the madness,” he suddenly growled, once again scaring the crap out of her.

“Stop that, okay? Stop that growling shit. It scares me and I can’t think when I am scared.”

He released her and dropped to one knee, bowing his head to her. “Forgive me. It is never my intent to scare you,
alyah
.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

Standing quickly, he scooped her up into his arms and began to walk out of her room.

“Hey, wait, where are we going?”

“This is not the place for this conversation.”

“Put me down. I can walk.”

They passed through the living room in a blur and she clutched his shoulders once they stepped outside. Night had fallen and despite the quarter moon it was dark enough that she couldn’t see far beyond her porch light. In the distance, a bonfire roared in the backyard of the house where Lorn was staying, and her mind immediately went to her girlfriends over there with Lorn’s alien buddies. House full of male supermodels her ass. They really needed to work on a better cover story she thought as a hysterical giggle bubbled in her chest.

“Wait, Lorn, what about my friends? Are they okay? Your guys won’t hurt them will they? They’re aliens too, right?”

Lorn looked highly amused as he glanced down at her and walked out to the middle of her drive with her still in his arms. “Your friends are safe. A Kadothian male would slit his own throat before ever hurting a female.”

She tried to twist in his arms to look in the direction of his house but his massive shoulders blocked her view. “Where are we going? I’m wet and it’s cold out here. If we’re going to the bonfire I’ll need a jacket.”

Looking down at her, he held her tight. “Hold on, Casey, and close your eyes.”

“What?”

Chapter Eight

Lorn smiled down at his bride, finding her utterly adorable as she stared up at him, confusion and frustration along with arousal brushing against his soul like the softest of kisses. He was unsure how she would react to being fast tracked to the ship so he pressed her close to his chest so she couldn’t look. While he was used to the disconcerting sensation of being returned to the ship via molecular transport, it was disconcerting to see your body dissolve and yet remain conscious. It happened so quickly that his Casey didn’t even have time to blink, let alone breathe. One minute they were on the surface of her home world, the next aboard the massive Kadothian Reaping ship. It was specially designed for housing the brides during the beginning stages of the courting rights and the spacecraft boasted all the comforts a woman could desire.

They’d added some luxuries since the first wave of Earth brides arrived, including a large public market where the women could be introduced to some of the goods from the Bel’Tan universe and a huge information center where they’d brought some of the primitive computers from their planet and linked them up to the Kadothian network so the brides could do their own research on their new people. Earth females were particularly stubborn and liked to learn things on their own, so they’d also set up classes taught by both Earth Matriarchs further along in the bonding process and Kadothian Matriarchs here to help them adjust.

Grimnan, one of Lorn’s men, let out a howl of victory as he spied Casey in Lorn’s arms. “Congratulations on finding your bride, Captain.”

Casey screamed and looked wildly around her, the panic racing through her strong enough to push his anger to the surface as she fought his hold. He tried to control his temper, knowing that Grimnan didn’t meant to upset his bride, but he couldn’t help the warning growl that rumbled through him. Casey must have felt it because she smacked his chest as he stepped off the platform and made his way to a quiet corner of the busy terminal.

“Stop that!”

She began to shudder and he rubbed her body as best he could, trying to soothe both her fear and her body. “Easy,
alyah
, soon I will have you in our quarters where I will care for you.”

Her eyes met his and he read absolute terror in her expressive face. “Lorn?”

“Hello,” a female voice came from his right and he looked up to find a pretty, dark skinned Earth-born Matriarch coming towards them.

By her scent she’d fully bonded with two men of the Healer class and she wore the green robes of a new Matriarch. They differed from the robes of a Matriarch past her childbearing years by displaying the top curves of her breasts where her bondmarks proclaimed her as married. His first instinct was to bow to her, but he held Casey in his arms and he would do nothing to risk his bride.