Fantasy Warrior (11 page)

Pam gulped in air. She didn’t know what to say, and breathing seemed more important at that moment
. Claimed? Slow my aging?
Was he demented?

While she was distracted, he dipped his head and stole a gentle kiss. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her lips parted, inviting him in. His tongue invaded. The kiss turned heated in an instant. Pam strained closer, eager to match his desire.

She threw what little caution she had left to the curb and clung to him in utter surrender. He tasted so divine. Too caught up in the moment, she didn’t protest when he swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the bath area. After a few hurried strides, he stopped, and without ending their frantic kiss, he lowered her onto a soft cushioned surface. Cool air swept over her exposed skin for a second before he stretched down beside her. He quickly pulled her to her side and back into his warm embrace. She snuggled closer, enjoying the feel of his very hot, extremely hard-muscled body.

As their tongues slid together in a frantic clash, Kord growled softly. The sound sent her into sexual overdrive. Pam threw her arms around his neck and clutched handfuls of his hair, letting him know she didn’t want him to stop. A deeper, rumbling growl vibrated throughout his chest. The sensation turned her nipples into pert, sensitized nubs. He worked a hand between their bodies and then stroked his palm over one breast. His fingers tightened on the stiff bud, pinching and rolling it between the rough pads of his fingertips. An electric jolt shot from that point directly to her sex.

Pam moaned and draped her outer leg over his, instinctively wanting more from him. Kord didn’t disappoint. He insinuated his thigh between her legs, pressing it tight against her exposed pussy. A shudder of delight washed over her from the intimacy of the contact. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord, grinding her sensitive clit against his thick muscled thigh. In no time, she was lost to the ever quickening rhythm, focused solely on reaching a goal, which seemed to elude her.

She whimpered, needy and frustrated. Kord slipped his tongue out of her mouth and slid his lips away, breaking their kiss. He nipped a path down the slender column of her neck to the hollow of her collarbone. To her surprise, he opened his mouth, bit gently and growled. The sexy sound nearly drove her insane. She trembled, not from fear but in anticipation. Instinctively, Pam released her grip on his mane.

Kord continued downward until he latched on to her breast, sucking the taut nipple into his hot mouth. He alternately licked and flicked it with his tongue. At the same time, he withdrew his leg from between her thighs. Cold air rushed across her drenched pussy. Pam thought to protest the loss of his warmth, but his hot palm pressed against her mound before she could complain. She wanted more, needed more from him.

“Oh, Kord,” she gasped as his fingers parted her outer lips. “Yes!” Her hips twitched as he raked the length of one thick finger across her swollen clit.

She was so close. Every little caress brought her nearer to the edge, but he denied her at the final moment when he stopped stroking. Pam groaned in frustration. She clawed his back, urging him to continue.

“Kord…please,” she panted, too caught up in her desire to care if she had to beg for it or not.

“So lovely.” Kord growled against her breast.

He bit her nipple without piercing her skin and gently rolled it between his teeth. At the same time, he thrust two fingers deep into her soaked channel. He pumped them in and out while flicking the rough pad of his thumb back and forth across her aching clit. All the sensations hit her at once. Pam came apart as a powerful orgasm crashed through her, pushing her higher and higher with wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure.

A woman screamed Kord’s name repeatedly. She recognized the voice as her own. Ever so slowly, reality caught up to her. Still gasping for breath, she opened her eyes. She was on her back, and he hovered above her. His massive arms supported his upper body. He dipped his head and kissed her between her breasts. Long, black hair tumbled over his shoulders. She marveled at how perfectly groomed it appeared. No comb or brush had touched it after their shower. The thick, tangle-free strands tickled her sides.

“You’re so beautiful. Mine, always,” he murmured. His warm breath caressed her skin.

The sensation heated her arousal once more, and she was stunned at the intensity of her physical response to his words. Her traitorous body wanted him, needed him to pleasure it again and again. There was something she wanted even more…to be his in every way possible. If Kord didn’t fuck her soon, she thought she might explode.

“Oh, Kord, now.”

“Not much longer,” he groaned. “I feel it.” He trailed hot kisses down her stomach until he reached the top of her mound. “Your scent calls to me.” Pam let out a shocked yelp as he suddenly buried his face between her legs. He lightly traced the outer length of her sex with his tongue. “Mine.” He snarled.

In the next instant, he licked harder, going deeper. The tip of his tongue slid over her clit time and time again, lashing the swollen nub and increasing her arousal to an all-time high. As she reached the very peak of excitement, just before climax, Kord slipped his fingers into her wet pussy once again. He slowly finger fucked her while he tormented her. She had to clutch the bedcovers to keep from grabbing his head to anchor him between her thighs.

“Oh yes! Kord!” She cried out in ecstasy as she came.

Pam tried to clamp her thighs together, but Kord’s broad shoulders prevented her from closing them. He continued to lap her over-sensitive nub until she couldn’t take the pain/pleasure any longer. She let go of the covers and grabbed his head, trying to shove him away. It was like trying to remove an elephant from a peanut patch. Totally impossible.

“Oh, please stop. Kord, please no more,” she begged.

He paused and raised his head to gaze at her. “Delicious. I could taste you forever.”

His eyes appeared to smolder with a bronzed metallic heat. Pam thought she might actually melt if he stared at her for too long. A tremor of arousal shot through her as he growled softly.

“Tell me your real name.”

The question caught her completely by surprise. Talk about putting a complete damper on a gal’s libido.

“What do you mean?” She stalled, not sure of what to say or think. How did he know?

“You lied when you told me your name. Why?”

Pam didn’t know if it was the sincerity in his expression or the fact that he was practically face down in her pussy that made her feel as if she’d betrayed him beyond all forgiveness. She knew she had to come clean, tell him the truth.

“I’m sorry. I told everyone I met in Key West that my name was Sandra Moore, because I didn’t want anyone to know I was there.” He frowned, but didn’t make a move. It wasn’t how she’d envisioned this particular conversation taking place. “How did you know?”

His frown softened into a sly-looking smile. Without breaking eye contact, he sniffed her sex. “Your scent changes when you lie. I can tell you aren’t trying to deceive me right now. What’s your real name?”

Damn traitorous pussy.
“You can smell that…down there?”

He chuckled. “Not just down here. It’s a slight change, but noticeable. Warriors have heightened senses. My sense of smell is very sensitive, more than most.” He took another deep breath and groaned. “I really like the way you smell and taste here.”

Pam bit her lip as she thought furiously. Finally, she said, “My name is Jane Doe.”

“No, it’s not. Tell me your real name.” He glared at her.

Busted by the biggest living lie detector ever.

She sighed. “My real name is Pamela Buchanan. My friends call me Pam. Satisfied?”

“Not yet.” He grinned and licked her pussy.

“Kord!” She jerked involuntarily. He had the best way of getting to the truth.

“Why didn’t you want anyone to know you were there…Pam?” His rough tongue swiped across her clit again.

She couldn’t help but admire his unusual interrogation technique and persistence. He drove her crazy with need. If she knew of any top secret information, he could easily make her sing like a canary.

“My father is the governor of Texas. He’s a very prominent political figure so I have to be careful. If any reporters found out I’d gone to such a wild party, it would’ve been splattered all over the news. I didn’t want to embarrass my father or hurt his career. So I lied.”

“You were protecting him. I understand.” He lifted his head a fraction more and stared at her. His expression had grown much more serious. “The Krell took many captives. I believe it won’t be long before your entire world will know you’re missing.”

“They didn’t take me. You did.” He blinked, but didn’t respond. “Let me contact my parents so they’ll know I’m safe.”

“I can’t.” A slight shudder passed through him.

“Why not?”

He snarled, and said, “There are many reasons. One of them involves what’s happening to me right now.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Claiming lust,” he stated with a groan.

“What?”

“My latent time is over. You’re my mate, Pam.”

Before she could respond, Kord shifted from between her legs and quickly moved up her body. His hips settled between her open thighs. He planted his palms flat on the bed near her head and kept his arms straight. She knew he’d crush the breath out of her if he didn’t.

Suddenly, two very different sensations struck her at once. He smelled absolutely wonderful, more than ever before, and the hugest cock she could ever have imagined rested along the seam of her sex. As its thick length thumped a regular rhythm against her clit she realized she felt every beat of his heart. He definitely had an erection, and from what she could feel, it was oversized. He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck. His intoxicating scent coupled with the way he nibbled her sensitive skin had her mind and body responding in ways she didn’t think possible.

“Kord,” Pam gasped and took a deep breath.

His strong, musky, exotic aroma swamped her senses. She squirmed beneath him, and he gently thrust his hips in response. The hard length of his cock glided smoothly across her swollen clit as it settled deeper. She was pinned beneath him, completely open, and yet he moved against her once again without entering. He drove her insane. She wanted him inside her. Now. Her pussy ached to be filled by him and only him.

A small whimper sprang from her throat. “Please,” she begged, beyond caring anymore.

*

His mate wanted him. The smell of her arousal excited him even more. If he didn’t take control of his desire, he’d mount her savagely. The thought sobered him in an instant. He couldn’t hurt her—ever. She meant everything to him, but the claiming lust had come upon him so suddenly. He hadn’t been prepared for the strong urges that took hold of him.
Calm. Focus.

Kord struggled to resist the primitive instincts that drove him to claim her. The glands near his wrists throbbed.
Gacking suppressor drugs.
There was no warning, no slow build up as he’d hoped for. He’d take her, make her his. She begged him.

He closed his eyes and shifted down until the tip of his cock was poised near the entrance to her sheath. If he looked at her, he knew he’d lose what little control he had. She tilted her hips forward, inviting him in, and it took every ounce of his restraint not to plunge into her. With one small thrust, he breached her entrance.

She moaned sweetly. “Yes. More, Kord. Now!” She grabbed his hips to pull him closer.

The warm slick heat of her channel called to him. As her nails dug into his butt cheeks, it was too much. Kord’s shaky control snapped and he slammed into her, sinking balls deep into her hot pussy. She cried out.

Afraid he’d hurt her, he opened his eyes. What he saw filled him with relief and spurred him on. Her expression was one of pure ecstasy. His lovely mate smiled faintly as she gazed at him through narrowed lids. The flush on her cheeks mesmerized him, and he pumped his hips, moving faster as he watched her. She squirmed beneath him, thrashing her head from side to side as he pounded into her tight channel. She arched back and screamed his name as she came. Her vaginal muscles clamped snuggly around his cock, sending his pleasure soaring.

“Mine!”

His claiming roar echoed off the walls as he climaxed, shooting his essence deep inside his mate. His hips jerked with each burst until he had no more to give. Done for the moment, he rolled to his back, taking her with him.

Chapter Nine

Sex with Kord was fucking mind-blowing amazing. Pam sprawled on top him, unwilling to move until she could gather the pieces of her scattered thoughts. His enormous cock was still buried deep inside her, and she didn’t think it was about to shrink down any time real soon. Involuntarily, her pussy clenched, tightening around the thick intruder. He grunted, then pumped his hips.

“
Oomph
.” His action forced the sound from her.
Make it stop,
she prayed. There was no way she was ready for round two. Instead, she focused on breathing. He still smelled fantastic. Nothing on Earth could have prepared her for the feelings she had now.
I love him. I love him?
Not possible!
I don’t even know him.
What was she thinking?

It was just casual sex, that’s all, she tried to convince herself.
Nothing casual about it.

Her brain refused to function the way she wanted it to. Warm rough hands stroking down her back distracted her. He palmed her bottom and squeezed gently.

Pam lifted her head slightly, just enough to look at him. He grinned, a too self-satisfied one in her opinion. Unable to help herself, she smiled back.

“I need you, mate,” he said and emphasized it with a strong thrust of his hips.

“Oh!” Feel-good shivers raced through her as his cock stroked against nerve endings that were oversensitive from their first encounter. Maybe another round wasn’t out of the question. He moved again, and her wanton pussy flooded with renewed moisture.