New Species 08 Obsidian (17 page)

Her eyes closed as she yawned. “That’s a good thing about being a doctor. I can sleep anywhere, at any time, under any circumstances. I just thought it would bother you.”

“I have all I need.”

She smiled against his skin. “Me too.” She’d worry about tomorrow when it came. Right at that moment they were together and it was all that mattered.

Chapter Fifteen

Alli watched Obsidian eat breakfast, amused. He sniffed at the sausage and his tongue darted out to lick it before cautiously taking a nibble. His dark gaze fixed on her while he chewed after finally taking a bite.

“I told you it was safe to eat.”

“They didn’t bring this on a tray.”

“I cooked it.”

Eyebrows arched while he studied her. “How?”

Her thumb jerked in the direction of the stove. “On the stovetop. It heats and cooks food.”

He rose slowly to his feet. “Teach me now.”

She sipped her coffee but didn’t budge. “It’s not that simple.”

He settled back in his chair, watching her as though she might start pulling rabbits from a hat or something. She grinned while holding his stare. “It’s not magical or anything. It’s basic living skills. I’ll let you watch me fix lunch in a few hours. That’s how I learned. My mom taught me.”

She studied his handsome features. He looked well rested. His hair was still wet. Her hand reached up to push back her own wet strands. They’d woken, made love and she’d gotten out of the shower first to make scrambled eggs, sausage and toast for them to share.

“What was that like?”

“Learning how to cook? Kind of boring, actually. I didn’t really want to but she insisted I should have those skills. I’m glad I do now.”

“What was it like having a mother?”

Her humor fled quickly. It reminded her of his upbringing in a cold setting by Mercile Industries. “My parents were terrific. They remained together until I was in my teens before they got divorced.”

“What is that?”

“They decided they’d grown apart over the years and stopped living together. Both of them met great people though and remarried. I get along great with my stepparents.”

A look of horror wrinkled his face. “They stopped living together and are with other mates?”

“Yes.”

A low growl rumbled from him. “That’s wrong. Mates are forever.”

She took a deep breath. “Humans tend to get divorced often. Fifty years ago not so much but these are modern times. People grow apart and they leave if they are unhappy to be with someone else who makes their lives better.”

“You aren’t leaving me. You’re happy.”

She was stunned.

“I’ll kill any male who attempts to lure you away.”

She decided against being disturbed by the threat, knowing he wasn’t exactly like other men. Alarm bells would normally be going off inside her head if anyone said that to her. “I’m not your mate,” she gently reminded him.

Dark eyes narrowed and another gruff growl burst from his slightly parted lips. “You’re mine.”

It was time to change the subject. “What do you want to do today?” She glanced around. “There’s so much for you to learn. I know you have the television remote control down pat but I could teach you how to use the other stuff in my house.”

“Why?”

“You’ll be assigned to the men’s dorm at some point. They’ll have someone teach you basics but we could get a jump on it. You should learn how to use a vacuum, a mop, and how to do laundry. Otherwise you’re going to have one messy home with no clean clothes to wear.”

“Is it important to you?”

“That you don’t live in a pig sty? Sure.” She set down her coffee. “You want to be self-sufficient so you aren’t dependent upon others.”

“I know that term. I have you.”

“I’m not going to be your maid.” She laughed as she left her chair and stepped into the living room. The humor died quickly though when she remembered she wouldn’t be around to do those things for him even if she wanted. “You need to learn how to care for yourself.”

“What is a maid?” He followed, stalking her with a grace that reminded her of a cat. His bare chest was impressive and he wore the only clothes he had—the sweatpants from the day before.

“It’s someone you pay to do your housework. They clean, sometimes cook your meals and wash your clothes if that’s a service they provide. I had one before I moved here. I worked so many hours it was the only way anything got done. She even ran errands for me.”

“What are those?” He tracked her until she found herself backed into a corner.

“Errands? Um, buying food and taking some of my stuff where I needed it to go. I don’t think you have to worry about dry cleaning here at Homeland though. I know I’ve nearly forgotten what it’s like to have neatly pressed clothes.”

He stared down at her and sniffed.

“What are you doing?”

“You smell of food again.”

“So do you. You used my shampoo and conditioner. It’s scented with vanilla and coconut.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You just ate all my eggs, sausages, and had six pieces of toast. I have to order more groceries. I could make you a sandwich or five. You sure have a big appetite.”

He surprised her when he dropped to his knees and gripped the waist of the nightshirt that fell to her knees. “For you.”

Alli’s heart rate accelerated as he nuzzled her belly. Firm hands slid down to grip the hem of her shirt and push it up. He made a sound of displeasure when he discovered her pink panties.

“I don’t like these. They are in my way.” He glanced up. “Stop putting on needless clothing.”

“People wear them.”

“You won’t.” One hand flattened to hold her shirt up while he hooked the fingers of his other hand at the waist of her panties, just giving them one rough jerk. Material tore.

“Those were expensive.”

He didn’t look impressed as he tossed them behind him. She watched them land on the coffee table. “They aren’t made well.”

“Silk isn’t much of a match against someone as strong as you.”

He gripped her inner thigh, lifted it and nearly knocked her off balance. Her hands opened on the walls in the corner to stay upright. He hooked the curve of her knee over one shoulder and dipped his head to brush his mouth over her bellybutton while kissing lower.

His tongue was warm and a little rough as it darted out to lick her skin. Her breathing increased as her eyes closed. Obsidian turned her on. Her nipples grew taut and her breathing increased, knowing where he headed as his chin rubbed against her mound.

“We should go in the bedroom.”

He paused. “Here. Now.”

She looked down at him just in time to watch him lower his body to sit on his legs. He pushed at her thigh until she rested her heel on his shoulder, her leg bent up to give him freer access to her exposed pussy. Nothing could hold back the moan when he fastened his mouth over her clit.

She was grateful her back rested against the corner since the leg supporting her weight nearly collapsed when Obsidian growled, the vibrations and his tongue playing hell on her system. He hadn’t been kidding about being hungry if the aggressive way he manipulated the bundle of nerves was any indication. Her hands fell away from the wall so she could slide her fingers into his silky hair at the back of his head, holding him in place.

One of his fingers drove inside her, adding to the pleasure. He didn’t go in slow but thrust in fast and deep, triggering a new, wonderful sensation. Her breathing increased when he withdrew it and inserted two fingers. The feeling of being stretched and taken a little roughly made her cry out his name. It seemed to urge him to fuck her faster with both digits, his mouth and tongue frantically suckling her clit.

Alli couldn’t think beyond trying to remain upright when all she wanted to do was sink to the floor. Moans and pants filled the room, growing in volume as he found the spot inside her pussy that drove her insane. She was going to come hard and fast as the climax built.

“Slow down,” she begged.

He ignored her plea. Her hands tore out of his hair as she reached up, grabbing her own breasts, just to soothe the achy feeling of them. Her fingers gripped the mounds through her shirt, pinching the taut tips between her fingers. The added sensation was all it took to send her over the edge.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her body seizing as spasms tore through her belly and lower, the intense pleasure coursing straight to her brain. Her head hit the wall hard when she threw it back but it didn’t hurt. She was too focused on her release.

He rose, shoving her foot off his shoulder. She would have collapsed but one arm hooked around her waist and she was hoisted off her feet. It was tough to keep her eyes open when all she wanted to do was close them but Obsidian was in her face, his gaze locked with hers a second later.

“Wrap around me,” he demanded harshly.

Her body was sluggish to respond. Her hands were trapped between their chests where he’d lifted her, still cupping her breasts, although loosely now. A dizzy moment struck when he suddenly spun and took her with him. He quickly strode down the hallway and into her room. She hit the bed when he dropped her on it to sprawl on her back.

Obsidian dropped to his knees, gripped the back of her calves under her knees and yanked her to the edge of the bed. His hands slid down to her ankles, lifted both legs to rest against his chest and released one of them. She looked down between the inches of space between her inner thighs to see him grab the band of his sweatpants to shove the front of them down. His cock was hard and thick as he freed it and long fingers wrapped around the shaft to guide it to her pussy.

The crown of his cock slid in the wetness of her release while he positioned himself. He entered her slowly, a surprise after the way he’d assertively gone at her in the other room. She moaned, fisting the mattress for something to cling to while he seemed to struggle to seat himself fully in her body. Her vaginal muscles still fluttered from coming so hard.

He released his shaft and hooked an arm across his chest to pin her legs in place between it and him. An animalistic snarl burst from him and drew her attention to his face. His dark gaze was narrowed while he watched her, a near-pained expression giving him a ruthless appearance.

Obsidian fought a battle that ragged between common sense and instinct. The physical dissimilarities between him and Alli had never been more apparent to him. He wanted to hammer into her until his balls exploded and he filled her with his seed. She was smaller than him, at his mercy, but didn’t show fear.

He took a few deep breaths to calm his raging lust. She trusted him not to hurt her and he’d do anything to maintain her faith. His heartbeat slowed as seconds passed while he regained control. The feel of her pussy clamped tightly around his dick was the best thing he’d ever experienced. Her muscles fisted him with enough strength to make moving difficult.

The slow, steady thrust of his hips sent pure bliss rolling throughout his body. Every motion brought him closer to release but he resisted, wanted it to last as long as possible. Slick warmth welcomed him in her soft depths with every deep drive of his shaft that joined them together. He was convinced Alli had been made for him.

Her face grew flushed while soft moans urged him to keep fucking her. He never wanted to stop.
Mine.
That claim repeated over and over as he clenched his teeth, struggling to hold off his release. His hips shifted the angle of his stroking dick and her cries grew louder. Muscles tightened around him until it nearly hurt and more warm wetness flooded between them.

Obsidian threw his head back and stopped fighting the inevitable as he began to come. His body shook from the force of it and he eased his hold over her thighs, parted them, and collapsed to pin her under him. The swelling started at the base of his dick, each jet of semen seeming as if there was so much of it that it couldn’t leave his balls fast enough, making his shaft thicker instead. He slowed his grinding hips until they were locked together.

Alli panted against his neck as he braced his arms to avoid crushing her chest with his. The feel of her legs wrapping loosely around his hips gave him a sense of pride. She clung to him instead of attempting to keep as much distance as possible between them. Her fingers curled around his biceps to hold him there as well. Nothing could prevent the satisfied grin that surfaced. She knew she belonged to him.

He’d take Alli to the men’s dorm when they moved him out of Medical. She’d go wherever he lived. He studied her room as he caught his breath, waiting for the swelling to go down. She’d said she’d lose her home when the New Species decided to replace her as their doctor but that wasn’t true. She’d always have a place to sleep with him.

Worry surfaced as he contemplated his unknown future. Moon had said he’d be trained to work to be a part of the community. He had no real skills besides surviving and fighting humans. The ones at Homeland were supposedly friendly and not enemies. His attention shifted to Alli, watching her regain her calmer breathing with her eyes still closed. She wasn’t someone he’d ever harm so he was willing to believe not all of them were bad or cruel. She’d risked her life and job to save him. No one he’d ever met at Mercile had done anything to help him.

Her eyes opened. “Hi.”

She made him happy. “I’m not moving. I like having you under me.”

Her fingers caressed the back of his arms. “I’m not complaining.” She laughed. “I like you over me. You didn’t mount me from behind.”