Claimed by the Warrior (8 page)

She clutched onto his head, loving the feel of his buzz cut against her fingers as he flicked his tongue over her ultra-sensitive skin. His hands slid lower, moving to the buckle of her pants.

“Shoes first,” she rasped out. They laced up over her pants so they had to come off first. And she wasn’t getting half-naked with this male. She wanted the full experience with Con.

Making one of those harsh growling sounds she found impossibly sexy, he grasped her ass hard and headed for the living area.

Only one of the moons was visible from the wide-open windows but combined with the multitude of stars blanketing the sky, it was more than enough illumination for her to see the desire etched on his face.

Con moved with a single-minded purpose into the living area. The need to taste Leilani’s climax against his tongue was driving him with an urgency he couldn’t control. He’d never felt such a strong desire for anything or anyone, but some primitive instinct drove him.

When they reached the long backless divan, he stretched her out on it. She made a move to sit up but he placed a hand on the middle of her chest to still her. Her heartbeat beneath his fingertips was as wild as his own. He stroked his palm down her torso once, wanting to imprint himself on her. Her skin was smooth and soft and he wanted her to remember everywhere he’d touched.

For the first time since he’d met her, all he could see was a hunger that matched his own in her dark eyes. She laid back, a sweet, secretive smile teasing her full lips as she slid her hands behind her head and watched him.

Seeing her like that, just waiting for him, lit up his desire with the intensity of a pulse gun firing. Her bronzed skin seemed to glow under the moon and starlight. His fantasies didn’t even come close to the reality of Leilani half-naked and wanting him.

After he’d tugged off her boots, he crawled up her body. The furniture was big enough for warriors and built strong for his people. He’d never had a female here so seeing her here meant something to him.

He knew she’d only agreed to a moon cycle with him, but deep down he wondered if maybe it could be more. Hoping for that seemed foolish given what he knew of females. But she wasn’t a Luminet woman and he’d heard that all the human females mated to his people were happy. None had left their mates. And he knew some had only mated with one male, not two. Perhaps he had a chance for more.

“Come here,” she murmured, sliding one hand behind his neck and the other up his chest as she tugged him down on top of her.

The feel of her soft fingers gliding over him made it impossible to think. He slanted his mouth over hers, savored it when she moaned into him. Most of his experience was with off-worlders, usually a paid professional. Kissing had never been high on his list of priorities but now he understood why so many mated males enjoyed kissing their mates.

He’d never been with a human so he had to force himself to calm down. She might not act fragile, but he wanted to be careful. He wanted to do this right—because this couldn’t be a one-time thing. When he’d learned she’d been out with Daan, and then she hadn’t returned his communications, he’d been worried. Then just angry after he’d received a report from the security division that she’d been located on multiple monitors and was fine. This possessiveness he felt for her was confusing, but he embraced it.

When her hands trailed down his chest and started to push at his trousers, he reached between their bodies and stopped her. She made a protesting sound, but he held her slender wrists tight and sat up. “Not yet.” Because no matter how much he wanted her to stroke his cock, he
had
to taste her first.

Before she could question him, he tugged her pants all the way off. Her legs were sleek and toned. He groaned at the sight of the small bit of hair on her mound. He knew most Luminet females were bare, but he liked this. He liked everything about Leilani.

Even when she drove him crazy by refusing to listen to him the way his warriors did, it was arousing and impressive that she stood up for herself. Now he wanted to please her, to bring her so much pleasure she wouldn’t want to leave his bed. Not that they were actually in one, but next time they would be.

He lifted one of her legs and slid her heel over his shoulder. When he did, he leaned forward, letting her leg glide over his back as he bent straight for her pussy. He’d planned to kiss every inch of her, moving up her toned calves and inner thighs until he reached that sweet juncture between her legs, but his control was thin.

His cock pushed at his trousers, begging to slide into her wet heat, but he would make her come first.

He slowly flicked his tongue up her pink lips. She was soaked, her body slick with need.
For him.
At that realization a growl tore from his throat. He thought he might have scared her until she grasped onto his head and flexed her fingers on his skull. She held him tight, refusing to let go. As if he would ever consider that.

“Don’t tease me.” She rolled her hips once, practically begging.

His cock pushed against his trousers again, his own hips rolling in response to her sensual movement. All the muscles in his body pulled tight, the hunger to simply move up her lithe form and thrust into her shoved at him. But he shook himself, getting his body under control before dipping his head and sliding his tongue inside her. Though they were both humanoid, he knew her people couldn’t elongate their tongues as his could.

When he did so inside her, she jerked against him, almost in surprise. Her taste was sweet, her body tight. For now, she was all his.

“Oh…oh, goddess, it’s true about your tongues…” She writhed against his face, the rest of whatever she’d been about to say lost amidst raw moans of pleasure.

As her words registered he realized she’d truly never been with a Luminet male, or males, not even this intimately. He’d already guessed that because something told him that if two males had tasted her, they would have never let her go.

A primal satisfaction pumped through him that he was the first Luminet male to pleasure her this way. In the back of his head he wondered what it would be like to be the last. He dismissed the thought for now, determined to hear her cry out his name.

He continued stroking his tongue inside her, using her cries of pleasure as cues to go faster or slower. When he reached up and gently began massaging her clit, her breathing grew shallow, erratic.

“Con! Oh, goddess…” The words seemed to be torn from her throat.

He loved the sound of his name on her lips more than he’d imagined—and he
had
fantasized about it. He’d pleasured himself in the shower this morning thinking about her.

Her inner walls tightened, the little contractions around his tongue making him harder than he’d thought possible. His cock pulsed as if it had a life of its own, mimicking the actions of his tongue inside her sweet body.

She tightened her legs around his head and arched her back off the divan, rolling her hips against his face as she came. He tasted her climax even as he felt the shudders go through her body.

“Con.” She said his name between moans until she went limp, her hips falling back against the cushion.

He had the most primal desire to flip her over and thrust into her but he tempered himself. He could be gentle.

He hoped.

After shoving off his trousers, he kissed along her mound, lower abdomen, then up her torso. Her skin was soft and slightly damp. He wanted to fucking purr when she slid her fingers over his shoulders and arms. She stroked him as if she couldn’t get enough of touching him.

He stopped when he had her pinned completely under him. She watched him with those beautiful dark eyes that reminded him of a midnight sky and spread her legs wider, wrapping them fully around his waist. When she moved a hand between their bodies, he tensed in anticipation, ready for her touch.

Craving it.

He wanted to take over, to drive into her, but wanted to give her some control. He’d never thought about his size before, never worried about it. Now he was very aware that he needed to be careful considering how much smaller than him she was.

As her fingers wrapped around his erection, he shuddered, unable to stop the reaction. This female made him feel almost vulnerable. He wasn’t certain he liked that, but he loved when she touched him.

“In me, now,” she murmured, her eyes sparking with untamed heat.

The three most perfect words in his language. Keeping his gaze pinned to her he pulled back from her grip and nudged her entrance with his cock.

Her lips parted slightly as she watched him, felt him begin to thrust into her. He started to move slowly but she arched up, impaling herself on him.

“Leilani.” He groaned out her name as her heat consumed him.

She let her head fall back, all that dark hair flowing around her as her eyes drifted shut. For a moment, he was frozen, just watching her, but his cock had a mind of its own. His balls were pulled up tight, the base of his spine already tingling with the need for release. He’d never had a problem with stamina, but being inside Leilani was a whole new experience.

As he began thrusting, she met him stroke for stroke. She searched out his mouth, her kisses as hungry as his.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head as he devoured her mouth. The female made him feel so fucking desperate for her. Even now when he was inside her, he was frantic to completely possess her.

Her kisses were just as hungry as his. When she tore her mouth away and buried her face against his neck, he realized she was coming again. Crying out, she bit down on his shoulder.

The feel of her marking him made the last of his control snap. His thrusts grew wild, unsteady and when he grabbed onto one of her hips, he knew he’d leave a mark of his own.

He didn’t care.

He wanted her to remember this, to see him imprinted on her when she was naked. That primal desire raged through him. As he released inside of her, she dug her fingernails into his back, her cries matching his own until they both collapsed back against the divan.

She feathered kisses against his jaw, practically nuzzling him. The sweet gesture made him come undone.

“Will you stay in my room tonight?” he murmured against her neck. He didn’t look at her as he asked. If she rejected him…

“Yes.” The word came out as a drowsy murmur.

Pulling back, he looked down at her and smiled. She was clearly sated, close to dozing. He’d done that. And if she would let him, they were going to be doing a lot of this again very soon.

Easing off her, he scooped her up into his arms. Leaving their clothes where they were, he headed for his room as she curled into him. The way she fit against him, it was as if she’d been made for him.

When he reached the threshold of his bedroom he realized they’d never talked about birth control. The thought jarred him. He knew most females on the planet were on it but it wasn’t guaranteed. Instead of panic though, another wave of possessiveness swept through him at the thought her pregnant with his child.

He shelved that thought though and shut the door behind them, then strode to his bed. Right now he wanted to take care of his female.

Chapter 7

With a towel secured between her breasts, Leilani stepped from the bathroom into Con’s bedroom. Disappointment slid through her when she saw he wasn’t back yet. After what they’d shared last night she couldn’t wait to explore him even more.

She was a little embarrassed that she’d basically fallen asleep after they had sex the first time, but whatever. She hadn’t been with a male in solar cycles, and no one since settling here, so that was her excuse. He’d certainly had no problem waiting until she woke up to do it again.

And again.

Her cheeks warmed as she remembered the way he’d taken her from behind just a few hours ago. She hadn’t been quiet so she really hoped there was good insulation in his room. The thought of his brother hearing them made her wince.

The bedroom door opened and she nearly jumped. When Con stepped inside, he froze for a moment, his gaze sweeping her from head to foot with pure, male appreciation. She noticed he had her discarded clothes from last night tucked under one arm.

“I was going to tell you that I will cook the morning meal, but…” He dropped the clothes onto the floor and shut the door behind him without taking his eyes off her.

Con started to move toward her like a sleek, sexy predator. Her breasts tingled in anticipation of that wicked tongue, but she held up a hand.

He jerked to a halt as if she’d physically restrained him.

“Strip and lay down,” she murmured. Last night she’d only gotten a few peeks at him and she hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing him strip. Not really. They’d been so frantic and rushed that first time. His naked body was a thing of beauty and she wanted to see it unwrapped at least once. Okay, way more than once.

“Are you ordering me?” He took another step forward, pure hunter in every line of his body.

“Yes.”

“I don’t take orders well,” he murmured, his eyes going heavy-lidded.

“If you want to see me naked again this morning you will.” She managed to keep a straight face as he weighed her sincerity.