Paige's Warriors (Bondmates Book 3) (12 page)

Following him out of the transport, she easily slipped her hand into his and took a moment to look around, noting they were in a circular room with a high, domed ceiling. Tiles decorated the dome in some kind of abstract pattern that caught the light. It was quite beautiful, and she was still studying the patterns within patterns as Tren tugged her forward.

“What is this place?”

The warmth in his voice tore her eyes away from overhead and back to his handsome face. “It is a replica of an artist colony in the Cliffs of Goeth.”

“What’s that?”

He glanced down at her as they took another turn, this time down an almost unpopulated corridor. They reached what appeared to be a smooth metal wall, guarded by two men in black armor wearing helmets that totally obscured their features. What she assumed were big guns were strapped to their backs, and they remained perfectly still, so still she might have thought they were statues. As Tren approached them, Paige hung back, hiding behind his bulk. She felt like a coward, but every instinct she had screamed that the men ahead of her were dangerous.

Tren abruptly stopped, then turned to her and knelt.

Behind him the two men startled, but he didn’t pay them any attention, his entire focus on her. “What are you afraid of?”

She wanted to argue that she wasn’t, but the worry filling his gaze fueled her need to reassure him. “It’s okay. Those guys are just…big.”

Tren said something over his shoulder in a commanding bark and both men dropped to their knees, their fists hitting the ground as they removed their helmets.

Seeing two big blond guys, with their hair in now messy braids thanks to their helmets, eased her fear somewhat, and she tried to get ahold of herself. “I’m okay, really. I might be scared sometimes, but I don’t let my fear rule me, and I don’t want it to rule you either. If I need your protection or feel like it’s too much I’ll tell you, but you can’t freak out every time I get nervous.”

“You were not nervous, you were afraid.”

The men, still kneeling, watched them closely and Paige sighed. “Can we please go somewhere else and talk about this?”

Abruptly he stood, then swept her up into his arms. “What are you doing?”

“You are not afraid when I hold you.”

Her response was cut short as they passed the two men with their fists to the ground. Tren paused, said something in that odd language again, then the metallic wall before them literally melted away into nothing. She gaped as they continued their walk down the hallway revealed by the melting wall before they stopped before a portion of the hallway that looked the same as the rest. Tren spoke and this time instead of melting away, a seamless door slid open along the side of the hallway.

They walked inside, and Paige gasped as she got a good look at the room. They were in the middle of a freaking jungle. A jungle with a living room and what looked like maybe a kitchen along with a creamy white table for four. The table was curved, no sharp angles, and shimmered softly in the odd gold tinged lighting. She looked down at her skin, finding it almost looked like she had a tan and gasped. Her skin glimmered, like she’d been brushed with an ultra-fine layer of glitter. Her gaze went to Tren, and she sucked in a quick breath, her whole body going warm.

Framed by the softly swaying greenish blue leaves of some giant plant, the silver in his short, dark hair gleamed and the shadows of his face were somehow deeper, giving his features a more pronounced structure. While her skin took on a golden hue, his already dark tan glowed with hints of bronze, but didn’t glimmer like hers did. Holding up her hand, she turned it slowly back and forth.

“I sparkle.”

“You do. It is the way the light reflects off your skin on the Cliffs of Goeth.”

She stared again at the room around them that appeared to be without walls. “Is that where we are?”

“In a way. Each Warrior’s room on the Reaping ship is designed to his specifications. I wanted you to know what my territory looks like.”

“So this isn’t real?”

“No, it is a hologram, but of a more advanced level than the technology available on Earth.”

“I’ll say,” she murmured as a small flying insect that kind of resembled a seahorse the size of her pinky flew among the red and purple flowers dripping from a pale skinned tree. “This is amazing. It’s so beautiful.”

He visibly relaxed then smiled. “I am glad you like, for I am hoping it will be your new home.”

“Pardon me?”

Pulling her over to a massive, gray couch, he sat down and gently urged her next to him. “Paige, you are my bondmate.”

She removed her hand from his grasp. “What are you talking about?”

“In my world we believe the Lord of Life creates one perfect woman for every Kadothian warrior, his bondmate. The only woman in all the Universe he could ever love.”

“That’s…that’s crazy. Wait—you think we’re bondmates?”

“I know we are.” His silver eyes flashed, somehow paler in the golden light. “From the moment I saw you at the command center in Michigan I knew you were my bride.”

“Whoa.” She almost stumbled off the couch, her unsteady legs carrying her a few steps back from it. “What the hell are you talking about? We’re not bondmates.”

“Yes. We are. Already you can feel my emotions, and I can feel yours. More importantly, I’ve true dreamed of you. Have you not had dreams of me? Intense visions that almost feel real?”

The memories of all her hot dreams with her imaginary cyborg lover came to mind, but she dismissed it. Tren certainly wasn’t a machine, and he didn’t have a metallic jaw, he had scars. Yes, their hair was similar, and they both had amazingly built bodies, but Tren had scarred flesh not robot parts.

“No, no, I haven’t.”

“It is unfortunate you do not remember the dreams I have shared with you, dreams of making love to you in the soft grass of your home world, or in our bed at the Matriarch’s Palace with the violet fires of Morash burning around us.”

“Violet fire?” She pressed a hand to her stomach, memories of watching the purple flames inside of an enormous fireplace next to an equally huge bed teasing her. It couldn’t be. “What’s the Matriarch’s Palace? What does it look like?”

“The Matriarch’s Palace is the seat of power in my territory on the Cliffs of Goeth. Think of Goeth as one of your Earth Continents, except it had more landmass than your entire planet.” He spoke slowly, carefully, as if afraid she might bolt at any moment. “The continent is split into territories, and each territory is ruled by a Warrior until he finds his Matriarch, then he helps her rule. Her Palace is the center of government and the home where she spends the majority of her time with her husbands. For example, your friend Casey is the Matriarch of one of the territories that make up the Northern Continent.”

“Casey…Casey’s a Matriarch? She
rules
people?” She wrapped her arms around herself, overwhelmed. “That’s crazy. All of this is crazy.”

Tren held out his hand. “Paige, come to me.”

“Why?”

“Please.”

Giving into the need for comfort, she allowed him to draw her gently into his all-encompassing embrace, surrounding her with his heat and smell. An image of Belle and her Beast hugging went through Paige’s head, and she scolded her overly romantic imagination for getting all gooey the moment he touched her. Then his lips came to the top of her head, and he took an audible inhalation of her hair before rubbing his chin against her temple. One of his hands began to stroke her lower back, and she melted further into his embrace, allowing herself to fully immerse herself in the moment, to only think about how good his touch felt.

When his thumb swept low on her back, closer to the swell of her butt, she found herself squirming, trying to get him to touch her more, to coax her growing arousal into that amazing burn that only he could give her.

“Mmmmm,” Tren almost purred. “I can feel your need,
alyah
. Let me ease you. Give me permission to start the courting.”

“The courting? What’s that?”

He cupped her chin and studied her face as he murmured, “It is when I prove to you that I can bring you a pleasure unlike anything you have ever experienced. The ecstasy that can only come from being bondmates. I will prove to you that my body was made to pleasure yours, just as you were made to pleasure mine. But most of all, I have been dying to feel you climax while I slowly explore every inch of your tender little sex with my mouth.”

A pulse of arousal beat through her, harder than she was used to, and she squeezed her thighs to alleviate the ache of her rapidly swelling sex, then said the only word she could think of, “Please.”

Trenzent al’Doun, Supreme Commander of the Kadothian Empire

  The earthy musky of Paige’s clean, aroused scent filled his mind like a thunderstorm. Lust tightened his balls and a slight vibration ran the length of his cock before he pulled himself back, partially closing the growing bond between them. His putting up a mental shield wouldn’t stop the bond from forming if it was meant to be and her soul would continue to link with his regardless of his puny shields. No, he was keeping their emotions separated because just the slightest hint of her growing need would pull him under, and he wouldn’t stop until he had his dick in her.

  Other than when he was in rut and had no control over his sexual drive, he avoided any type of sexual relationship with anything other than his pleasure bots. Or really any relationship with another living being—period. A memory of Rell sprang into his mind, an unwanted glimpse into a past when he’d loved the other man in a way that had sustained him, helped keep his inner beast at bay. Tren’s former blood brother was a handsome man in a very regal and self-assured way. He had long pure blond hair that fell to the rise of his muscled buttocks and a lean yet powerful body. Where Tren was huge slabs of muscle, Rell was built for speed and endurance. He had blue eyes similar to Paige’s, but with more silver in them like Trenzent’s.

Over the hundreds of years that they’d been blood brothers they’d managed to keep their bond a secret from everyone. It helped that they were neighbors, each coincidentally managing to take over some of the best territories in the Cliffs of Goeth that just happened to be right next to each other, yet isolated from the rest of the continent. While Tren’s territory was mostly jungle, Rell’s was a long strip of land along the coast, on the Cliffs themselves, that chained together a series of beautiful, and profitable, seaside cities. In disguise Tren used to visit Rell in one of those small cove towns, a geographically isolated place occupied by artisans. In order to blend in, Tren learned how to shape firedrakes claws into amazing sculptures. This was, of course, a dangerous craft to peruse, firedrakes claws were unstable at best, apt to burst into flames if improperly handled. While they were in this unstable state, Tren would coax them into the shape of whatever sculpture he was making.

Once they were done, they’d be cured in a special sand from stomach of a firedrake that would crystallize the outside and safely seal the heat within.

His cottage sat a distance from the village for legitimate safety reasons. No one wanted to live next to a potential bomb factory, and no one ever snuck up on him or arrived unannounced.

It was the perfect place for Rell and Tren to meet as often as they could to spend a few weeks together before being torn apart again by duty and war. Weeks when they would simply enjoy each other’s presences, when they were two men waiting for their bondmate, two Warriors dedicated to building a life for her together. Then Rell had thrown it all away like it was nothing.

“Tren? What are you thinking about?”

Her soft, concerned voice healed some of the ragged wounds on his soul. “Do not worry about me, sweet female, it is only ghosts from the past trying to steal the joy of the moment.”

She had a heart-shaped face, high cheek bones flowing down into a pointy little chin. Her pale cheeks were flushed pink, and he marveled at the subtle differences in her skin from his. The way she slightly glimmered if he looked close enough only added to her beauty. Truly, the Lord of Life had blessed him with a remarkably attractive bondmate. And so sweet, she had no malice in her heart and her arousal was as warm as the sun.

The thought of a slaver coming so close to snatching her had his rage trying to batter at the confines of his soul, but he managed to hold onto her warm affection instead. There would be enough time for plotting death and revenge later. Right now he would be a fool not to savor the divine blessing of holding his tiny alien bride in his arms.

At the feel of her hard nipples scraping over his chest he let out a low groan that had her turning in his arms until she straddled him.

“Tren, kiss me.”

“I have waited so long for you,” he confessed before pressing his lips gently to hers, gripping her lush hips and stilling her seeking movements. “Let me savor you. Please, I will make you feel so good.”

She ground down on him as much as she could, tearing at his determination to go slow. “I ache. Please, Tren, I need you.”

Easing open the bond between them the slightest bit, he groaned as her lust slammed into him. Oh, she ached all right, a pulsing need to mate that pounded into him. His cock began to vibrate, and she shifted her hips, grinding her slit along his cloth covered shaft. More of her arousal surrounded him, and he began to shake as he slowly shut down the link between them, fighting her strength. Lord of Life, she was strong. He was barely able to shut himself off before passing out from the mental effort.

His struggle must have gotten through to her because she paused in her grinding and rested her small hands on his shoulders. “Tren? Are you okay?”

Taking in a deep breath, they both groaned when his chest brushed her nipples. “Lie down on your back, Paige. I should take you to our bedroom and pleasure you in comfort, but I must taste you now.”

“Taste me?” Red bloomed in her cheeks even as she pushed off his lap and lay on her back like he’d requested.

Instead of answering her, he leaned over her body, the thin cloth covering her skin irritating him as he slowly kissed her delicate little mouth. Her soft hands stroked over his body, and as she began to pull his shirt over his back, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tempted her to play with him. They licked and nipped at each other while she inched his shirt up, caressing every bit of his skin that she could touch. His dick wanted inside of her, now, but his mind reminded him that she’d never been with a man before, and this was all new to her. The sensations and powerful emotions he was experiencing were new to him as well, but forced himself to let her explore at her pace.

He’d never been a woman’s first before. All of his encounters with females had been pleasure servants who were well trained in the sexual arts before taking their first contract.

“Tren,” she whispered against his lips. “I want your shirt off, please.”

“Only if you remove yours as well.”

For a moment she stilled, then started to tug her shirt up.

He quickly stripped his off and threw it across the room, his cock throbbing at the sight of her perfect, large, round breasts topped with dusky pink nipples.

“Outstanding,” he murmured as he cupped one in his weathered hand, the warm weight reminding him of how alive she was.

Her giggle made them shake and move, drawing a groan from Tren. “Thank you.”

Propping himself up on one hand above her, he took a moment to study his bride spread out so trustingly beneath him. Her gaze was bright, her eyes half-lidded, and he’d kissed her pink lips red. With a gentle touch, he shifted her long hair so it flared above her head in a silky brown curtain. All of her, every bit was so incredibly lush and feminine. Burying his face against her slender neck, he licked over her pulse point, delighting in her taste.

Kissing a trail from the soft spot behind her ear, he leisurely made his way down her small, but giving, body. Deciding on tasting her right breast first, he slowly licked an ever shrinking circle around the generous mound to her peaked nipple. Her heart was throbbing so hard he could see a slight, reverberating shiver in her breasts and by the time he reached the bunched tip she was moaning. He’d heard that Earth women made pain sounds during their pleasure, so it made him proud to know he’d drawn such a response from her. The temptation to lower the shield between them tugged at him, but centuries of ridged self-discipline and denial had given him a willpower that was second to none.

Instead of reading her mind, he immersed himself in her body. He thought she might be a little more hesitant to enjoy carnal pleasures with him, some of the Earth cultures considered women enjoying sex to be negative thing, but she welcomed his touch and did a great deal of touching of her own. Her foot slipped over his bare back, down to the waistband of his Earth pants called jeans. There her little toes rubbed against his upper buttocks, urging his hips down to meet hers. Every inch of her body cradled his, and he closed his eyes for a moment before drawing her nipple into his mouth.

Her reaction was instant and intense. A pink flush warmed her chest, and her wandering hands fastened onto his head, holding him to her. He happily obliged, experimenting with how hard she liked her pleasure. His small
alyah
needed a firmer touch than he’d expected, a strong suction that had her panting his name. With a gasp, he tore himself from her hands, kissing and licking his way down her stomach while she encouraged him with breathy little pleas.

“More, Tren. Touch me more. It feels so good, you can’t even begin to understand.”

Oh, he could, but right now his mouth was occupied with licking her bellybutton while they both helped her out of her pants, leaving her clad only in a small scrap of fabric.

She suddenly stilled when he took a deep breath of her sex, her embarrassment obvious as she said in a squeaky voice, “What are you doing?”

“Smelling you.”

“You-you can’t do that.” She tried to close her legs.

“Why not?”

“It’s...personal.”

Laughing, he pushed himself up on one arm while tracing the edges of her panties with his other hand, her stomach quivering as the muscles of her lower abdomen clenched and unclenched. “But you smell delicious. Like the jungle after a rainstorm when the water flowers are blooming.”

She relaxed the slightest bit, her thighs falling open as he brushed his finger over her still cloth covered mound. “Really?”

“I would not lie to you, Paige. You have no reason to fear my touch, or be embarrassed, because you are my perfect mate. This is not a saying, or an exaggeration, but the complete truth. Everything about you entices me in a way no other woman ever could, or would. I could come from tasting your pussy alone.”

Her hips thrust up against his finger as he drew closer to tracing her slit through the now damp cloth. “Show me.”

Looking up at her, he snarled when he saw the passion in her gaze. “Show you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do,
alyah
. Tell me and I’ll do anything you want. There is nothing that you could want that I would be afraid or ashamed to do. Just ask. Now what is it you wish me to show you?”

“I want to watch you come while you go down on me.”

“Go down on you?”

“Sorry, I mean I want you to taste me, but I also want to see you cum.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He quickly stood and removed his shoes, then his pants with an impatient speed that drew a giggle from her. That laughter promptly died when he stood nude before her with his arms loose at his sides, letting her inspect the body that was hers to play with however she wished. Her eyes grew big, and she crossed her arms over her chest, not the reaction he’d been hoping for.

“You’re purple.”

Looking down at his cock, flushed a deep purple from the blood surging beneath his tight skin, he nodded. “And you are dusky pink. Our blood is different colors. While yours is red, mine is purple.”

Her arms dropped, and she scooted forward to the edge of the couch, her gaze fastened on his dick, which jerked beneath her admiration. “You’re very big.”

“Do not worry, Paige, I will have you prepared for me before we mate. I will not hurt you.”

“I don’t think there’s a way you can’t not hurt me with this thing, at least for the first time.” She looked up at him through her lashes, seduction incarnate mixed with curiosity. “May I touch you?”

Yes!
His libido screamed, but he managed to growl out, “Please, let me pleasure you first. I fear if you touch me now I won’t be able to resist taking you.”

She licked her lips and stared back at his erection. “Your pre-cum is lilac.”

“Yes—Paige, you must—”

Making a soft humming noise, she rubbed her lips over the head of his pulsing erection then licked.

A full body shiver raced through him and before he did something he’d regret, he picked Paige up beneath her arms, flipped over onto his back on the couch, and sat her on his face so her still panty clad sex rested against his mouth. She squealed and grabbed onto his hands for balance, but before she could shift her weight from his face, he hooked the center of her panties and pulled them aside. Thrusting his tongue between the folds of skin that made up her slit, he growled as the taste of her washed over him. The fluid was loaded with her hormones, and he became drunk on her taste.

“God, Tren!” Paige gasped, then shuddered.

He lifted her up a little to look at her sex up close, imagining what it would feel like to have the silk and wet petals of her flesh brushing over his cock as he thrust into her.

Using his thumbs, he spread her apart and quickly identified her clitoris. The little, smooth bit of deep red skin poked from among her folds at the top of her slit. He knew from his studies all the anatomical names for an Earth woman’s sex, but he liked the guttural slang terms he’d learned as well. For example, the clitoris was referred to in her part of the world as a clit. When it was distended like this, swollen and poking out, she was ready for his mouth.