Pale Stars in Her Eyes (8 page)

"Ran!” The protest was said in a breathless laughing voice, but she pressed seductively against him and he could feel the voluptuous fullness of her soft breasts against his chest through his tunic. Her azure eyes were veiled by thick lashes, but he caught the gleam of excitement in those entrancing depths. The thin short dress she wore barely covered her luscious body anyway, and as he carried her through the hallway, she tugged it down as best she could over her thighs.

When the door to their quarters opened, he took her inside and straight into her room. Without much finesse, he deposited her on the bed and stripped off her gown. Full ivory breasts quivered enticingly with her quickened breathing and she watched him jerk off his clothes with a small smile on her soft mouth. Her lissome nude body was all pale curves and inviting shadows, especially the apex of her long slender legs, and he couldn't wait to touch and taste every inch of her. What's more, because he sampled her unequalled sexuality this past month as often as he could, he knew she was just as eager and probably wet and ready as hell.

His cock, already fully hard, stiffened further as he got in bed and pulled her against him. As they kissed, he rubbed the stiff length against the soft plane of her smooth stomach and groaned against her mouth. Ran rolled over to his back, moved his mouth to the sensitive hollow below her ear, and whispered against her neck, “Suck me, Jerra. I need relief before we can even start."

Obligingly, she started to scoot down the length of his body, but he caught her arms. “No.” His voice was raspy with sexual arousal. “Like this."

He urged her into the position he wanted, lying on top of him face down the opposite way, her legs parted so her delectable pussy was visible. Letting his hands rub her ass, he could smell her arousal and his nostrils flared slightly at the same moment he felt her small hands caress his engorged penis and the first swirl of her tongue over the head. Usually, he liked to watch as she took him in her mouth—the sight almost as exciting as the exquisite heat and suction—but this way, with her golden hair spilling over her graceful back and the wetness of her open pussy against his chest was good, too.

Really, really good.

Too good, actually.

Jerra stroked his balls and the base of his shaft as she ministered to the tip of his cock and as much of the length as she could take. He could feel the pressure of the back of her throat as she slid downward, and see the up and down motion of her head. A low growl came from his chest. The pleasure of it was so much. The heat of her mouth, the brush of her tongue, and the skillful stroking of her hands worked him quickly into a fever pitch, and at the very last second, he wrapped his hand in her long hair and tugged her upward. His discharge was too much for her to swallow without choking, and he never came in her mouth. He groaned as he felt the rush of ejaculation rise through his pulsing cock and spurt out of him, covering her breasts and torso. She continued to stroke his flexing cock until he began to soften, and Ran could feel the warmth of his semen slick and slippery between their bodies.

"You have such a beautiful ass.” His hands ran over the mounds of her buttocks, teasing the crack, and finding the small puckered hole there. He felt a fleeting moment of regret that the one thing he could never do with her was penetrate her anally with his cock. He was simply too big for her tiny orifice, but since there were a myriad of other pleasures they could give each other, the regret was only that. Extremely fleeting.

"Bring this a little higher, sweetheart.” His fingers slid lower and found the wetness of her pussy, just tracing the seam of her labia. “I crave a taste."

As usual, Jerra did not need much urging. Like most females, she loved oral gratification. She wiggled backwards the necessary distance, his discharge making her slide easily, and Ran lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees above him and her pussy poised over his waiting mouth.

"So pretty,” he murmured, parting the soft, moist folds with his long fingers and seeing the vulnerable pink tissue beneath. The small bud of her clitoris in its protective sheath looked slightly swollen already and he reached out the tip of his tongue and lightly teased it.

Her reaction was immediate. She shuddered and murmured his name in a way that was an unmistakable plea.

"A little lower,” he told her and she obediently opened her legs wider and sank down so his mouth was in direct contact with her heated center. She tasted divine as he skillfully began to bring her climax with his lips and tongue, and he savored her sexual fluids. Different from the S-species females he usually took to bed, her juices were sweeter, like honey and woman. Making love to her was different too, and it wasn't just the tantalizing tightness of her warm pussy, or her matchless beauty and responsiveness. Maybe it was the way she managed to be both captive and seductress without surrendering anything of herself she did not want to give. Just earlier, he had seen her challenge Captain Liale for treating her like an object. She wasn't one, and refused to be thought of that way.

Maybe that had been the moment he knew he had to take her back to their quarters because he couldn't wait to feel that same fire in bed.

Or maybe it was the way all the men in the room wanted to fuck her and he resented the hell out of it and wanted to whisk her away and keep her for himself.

That was the trouble. He wanted to keep her for himself. Forever. The realization made his hands tighten on her hips and for a moment, he went still, arrested by the notion of permanent possession.

Jerra moaned and moved in protest. “Please ... please..."

Pushing the revelation from his mind, he concentrated on giving her what she wanted, knowing from the way she reacted as he lightly pushed his tongue into her pussy, she was close. When he stimulated her clitoris by sucking on it with gentle pressure, she went over the edge and cried out as her slim body tensed and began to shake in open carnal release.

She sank down on his chest finally, as if her arms could no longer hold her. For a while they stayed that way, and Ran waited for her to recover, content with stroking the elegant curve of her spine. He could tell the moment she noticed the returning swell of his erection for she slightly raised her head and gave a muffled laugh. “You have admirable stamina, Ambassador."

"I'm inspired.” The promise was made in a light-hearted tone, but he wanted to make love to her. Face to face, so he could kiss and hold her as they reached for the ultimate pinnacle together.

There was something different, but she couldn't quite figure out just exactly what it was. From the moment Ran had taken her hand and lifted it to his mouth in front of a crowded room, the gesture so gallant and reverent she was almost moved to tears, she had sensed a subtle shift.

In power.

Before, she had none. It had been made clear to her from the moment she had been taken and put on the ship. She'd been forced to give up her family, her clothes, her body, and most of all, her freedom. Confined and helpless, she'd done everything possible to make the best of her fate, and it had worked to a certain extent. Her only true resentment of the current situation was the fact she still had no say in her future.

Perhaps it would be better to worry about that when she wasn't sprawled on top of Ran Kartel's splendid muscular body with his cock lengthening before her eyes. Jerra reached out, closing her hand around his impressive length and squeezing gently. She traced the line of his stiffening penis with her fingers, and cupped his balls. They felt heavy and full, and if the evidence of his very recent climax wasn't spread all over the upper part of her body, she would have never thought he'd come not long ago.

There was something to be said for S-species men. They truly were Superhuman when it came to sex. All three of her lovers could regain an erection in a very short time and she had been informed it took an ordinary human some time to recover from orgasmic release.

"On your back.” Ran easily moved her so she was supine and he adjusted himself over her. It was both habit and instinct to automatically spread her legs, and he settled there naturally as he leaned down and nibbled on her lower lip with just the slightest playful pressure of his teeth. His eyes closed as he prodded her vaginal opening with his cock, and Jerra took in a long breath and relaxed her inner muscles like she had learned to do in the past weeks. The conscious act eased his entry, but she found each time, she still was amazed at how disparate in size they were and yet could come together with such acute pleasure.

Aflame with the rush of her desire as she felt him ease inside her, Jerra ran her hands up and down the bunched muscles of his back. “You feel immense,” she whispered, lifting her knees to give him complete access to her willing body.

"And you feel ... perfect.” His eyes opened as he slowly pushed toward total possession. “And so damned ready for me."

She was ready. Primed and ready from their mutual, earlier love play. And it was just as well. If experience served, they would spend most of the night in each other's arms. Of the three of them, Ran was most definitely the most demanding, insatiable in his need for her, and since she felt the same way about him, it was hardly a problem to accommodate his desires.

I love you
.

The thought, which she normally tried to guard, or at least keep at bay by concentrating instead on the act of sex itself, sprang to her mind. To her dismay, she saw a reaction as his eyes narrowed and his inexorable advance halted. “What?"

"I didn't say anything.” She quickly averted her gaze.

"You know you don't have to speak it out loud. Not with me."

She knew. That's why she consciously didn't allow anything but physical sensation to be in charge when they were together. To try and distract him and herself, she lifted her pelvis and tried to absorb more of his erection.

"Jerra.” He didn't move to help, only half-penetrating her, his arms braced by her shoulders. “Look at me."

She shook her head, suddenly afraid. Of what, she wasn't sure, but definitely afraid.

"Look at me."

Finally, she obeyed, meeting his emerald eyes with defiant challenge, her heart feeling tight in her chest. “What?"

The set of his mouth was tense, as were the powerful muscles of his shoulders under her hands. “I would like to hear you say it."

A human captive in love with one of the most powerful males of the entire S-species? A male who manipulated nations and policies, who interfered in wars and held the ear of the entire government? It was ridiculous, and she knew it.

"No.” Her refusal was decisive. “I won't, Ran. I think we both understand why."

Still unmoving, he smiled in a slow curve of his lips that made her breathing hitch to a higher notch. “You have the most damnable stubborn pride of any female—human or otherwise—I have ever met. And you are wrong, I don't understand. What's wrong with telling me?"

"Maybe because it's hopeless.” She didn't want to feel anything but pleasure right now, and certainly not despair. “Just fuck me and forget it, please. I'm here and you can tell I'm ready for it, can't you?” She wriggled her hips, feeling the unsatisfying depth of only half his rigid cock.

"Stop trying to distract me.” His expression was a mixture of tenderness and censure. “I want to talk about this."

"Now?"

"When better than when we are making love?"

Flippantly, she said, “I thought we were fucking."

"Then you were wrong. Have I ever used that word once in front of you? Even in the beginning, I have never referred to what happens between us that way."

In retrospect, he hadn't. Larik did often enough, but to him, sex was a game, and even he used the crudity only to tease her.

"No,” she admitted.

"Is that what you feel I do to you?” His verdant eyes were dark, and his mouth a little tight. “Just use your body so I get off? Admit it, Jerra, from our very first time, you knew that wasn't true. Now, tell me."

He was right. He'd been sinfully tender, giving generously as well as taking, and the culmination of any woman's romantic dreams as a lover. Handsome, intelligent, sensitive, and solicitous; the list of his attributes went on. They all treated her more as a friend than a mistress, but Ran most of all. No wonder she'd been supremely foolish and tumbled into her current state. Inexperienced and alone, it was naïve for her to have dreams of forever, but maybe a romantic fantasy wasn't so surprising. At least she was pragmatic enough to realize it was just that—a fantasy.

But it didn't stop her from loving him.

"Fine.” She said the word with quiet resignation. “I love you. I'm surprised you haven't sensed it before, but I've been doing my best to keep it hidden."

"I
have
sensed it before."

"There, you see, so why did you make me say it? Can we please just continue?"

"Yes, we can. In a moment.” He stared down at her, holding her gaze. His thick hair was ruffled attractively against his strong neck and his muscular, bare torso glistened in the soft lighting. “First, I have something to tell you. I asked to be the one to inseminate you on our return voyage. This morning, my request was granted. I'll father the child you are scheduled to breed."

Jerra felt a burst of joy, for she had been apprehensive over the event she knew was destined to be initiated once they were headed back to the home planet of her captors. Larik was frank with her on any subject she cared to discuss, and the way he described the process made her feel both cold and nervous. She could be shuffled off to some unknown male, for the sperm donor had to want to breed with a human, and be responsible for the resulting child.

Slaves—like her—did not get to keep their children.

At least Ran would have theirs and she would know the child would be safe in his hands.

His face blurred as her eyes filled with tears and she felt the warm rivulets run down her cheeks. “Oh, Ran."

"Don't cry.” With the pad of his thumb, he brushed her wet cheek. “That means we will have most of the next year together, Jerra."