The Unveiling (15 page)

"Mhmm. Did you miss me?"

"I always miss you." Coming from someone else that would be descriptive, but from Phelan it was literal. The thought melted her. She buried her fingers in his dark hair and leaned back to meet his gaze.

"Me too."

He lowered his lips to hers, and her body went up in flames. She gripped his shoulders hard as her knees went weak. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, and he lifted her leg to wrap around his hip. The bulge in his slacks rubbed against her moist panties. In need of more she used her powers to remove her panties.
I'm loving this molecule manipulation more and more.
With a thought she removed his jeans and boxer briefs next. He pulled away and flashed a devilish grin.

"Well done, my Queen. Let's move this to the couch." 

He lifted her into his arms, and she giggled. They sank down onto the couch, and she moved to straddle his lap. Zasha rubbed her center over his stiff shaft and moaned.

"You're so wet."

"This is what you do to me, Mr. D'Shar."

He gripped her hips and pressed her against him as he rocked up. She moaned.

"Don't tease."

"Then guide me home, sweet girl." She lifted herself up onto her knees and leaned down to palm him. She stroked him and guided him to her center, easing down to engulf him in her heat.

"Oh God." She slid down and paused, relished the feel of fullness he always brought. When she began to move they set a languid, steady pace. Her head fell back. She braced her hands against his chest, planted her feet on either side of his legs, pushed up and sank down.

"Just like that, Zash. You're so damn tight."

She flexed her muscles. "Fuck! You're going to make me come."

"That's the point, lover." She sped up, ignoring his attempt to keep things slow and sweet.
I'm pregnant, not made of porcelain. Every now and then a girl needs a good dicking down.
Her chest heaved, and her walls quivered as he gave in and pounded into her.

She gripped his shoulders. "Just like that, Phe. Just like that."

"Shit! I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come."

"I'm right there with you."

She slammed down on him, and he cried out, holding her close as he exploded. A steady stream of hot cum shot off inside her, pushing her over the edge, and she joined him in ecstasy.

Later when they were cleaned and re-clothed, she leaned her head back and looked up from her position cuddled next to him on the couch.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What's up?" he asked.

"I need your support on a concept I ran by the Chief today. I want to put together a specialized team to try to figure out what Tavel was using and why.”

"Sounds good. What do you need from me?"

"The okay to take Kade and put him on this. I'm calling in Dr. Guerin, who’s the only human specialist on alien genetics, and I think the two would be an excellent bridge."

"Yeah, Kade is good at soothing things over, no matter what the situation is. Consider it done."

"Thanks, Phe."

"Of course, honey."  He gave her a gentle squeeze around her waist. "I hate to do this. But I need to finish off the paper work on my desk." She glanced over at the pile of folders and winced. Even with his ability to speed read that was a lot of work. Zasha stood with a groan.

"It's okay. I think I'll go get a snack before dinner."

"Thank you for the sneak attack."

"Anytime, gotta keep the spice now that we’re married." She walked toward the door.

"I don't think I'll ever have that problem with you. I look at you, and it's all I can do not to pull you down on the floor and have my way with you."

The words stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide. "You still feel that way?"

"I will forever feel that way."
How does this man always manage to say exactly what I didn’t know I needed to hear?

"Maybe you should act on those thought sometime."

"I think I will." His gaze smoldered.

"I need to go before we end up back on that couch.”

"You're right. You do."

She opened the door and closed it behind her, giggling. Never in a million years would she imagine she'd be married to an Alien King and loving every minute. Even when they disagreed or fought she never doubted his love for her or his fidelity. It was amazing to see the phrase "sometimes the good can come out of the worse evil" in action, because without Tavel … none of this would ever have happened. It was mind blowing.

Chapter Eighteen

"I want to try something with you, but I need you to trust me," Rivka said. Her voice was breathy, and her eyes were glazed over with lust.

"Those are famous last words."

"I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"When you put it like that it's pretty much impossible to say no."

"Good." Her voice was a silky purr that sent blood rushing to his cock. "You like a bit of pain, right?"

"What's your definition of a bit?"

"Nails."  She raked her fingernails over his chest. "Teeth." A gentle nip to his neck accompanied her words. He groaned. "A little something more." She trailed her fingertips down his arm, and he jerked away at the warmth she spread. 

"W-what was that?" The sensation was on the border of burning. She blew onto the area, and he cried out at the tingling aftermath.

"A little Priestess magic. What feels good when being used to heal turns into a very different sensation when used for other things." She climbed into his lap on the couch "Will you let me show you?"

"Mhmm, yes."

She buried her hands in his hair. "You spoil me."

"You deserve it." A moment passed.

"Do you really mean that?"

"I don't say things I don't mean, Rivka. You should know that by now."

"How can you?" She tilted her head to the side

"I think the better question would be how could I not? We were chosen to be together for a reason. We suit well. I might have fudged up our start, but I refuse to let that affect the rest of our story." Bastien placed his hands on her hips. "You're beautiful inside and out. I'm fascinated by every new thing I learn. Each facet of Rivka fascinates me." He smoothed back her hair.  "Regardless of how long it takes us to get there one day we'll be exactly where we're supposed to be."

"You really believe that, don't you?"

"I have to.
"
It's the only way I can live with myself.

"Hmm." She looked thoughtful, but remained silent as she studied him. "Food for thought, but now is not the time for thinking. Close your eyes."  He swallowed down the protest that wanted to fly from his mouth and shut his eyes. The quiet hum and warmth told him she was using her powers.

"Open them."

His eyes opened, and his mouth flopped open. He had no words for the vision in front of him. Dressed in a leather corset and knee-high, black boots with four-inch heels, she looked ready to deliver punishments he'd be happy to receive.  The black material hugged her curves and pressed her firm mounds together. Her well-sculpted thighs squeezed his waist as she drew his attention upward. He smiled. She was wearing a facsimile of his uniform hat. She took the brim in two fingers and grinned.

"I thought you'd like this."  She ran her hands down her body, and his mouth watered. "We need to take this to the bedroom to make things more … comfortable."  She moved off his lap and stood. He followed her lead.

When they reached his bedroom she paused at the foot of the king-sized, four-poster bed covered with black satin sheets and a red comforter folded in half at the end of the bed.

"Lie down."  He hesitated. It always felt a bit wrong to be on the receiving end of orders. Rivka sashayed ran a finger time his chest. "You have to play by the rules if you want to have fun, General."

He sank down onto the edge of the bed and lay on his back with his body tense and his breath held.

"Good job, General."  She glanced down. "I have a surprise for you. Are you ready to see?"

"Shit, yeah."  She swung her leg up onto the bed, and he growled deep in his throat. Crotch-less panties revealed her wet quim.

"Do you like them?" She moved her hands down to spread her pussy lips wide. "Do you see how wet I am for you?"

"See it? I smell it." He growled.

"You want to taste it?"

"Fuck yes."

"Good." Rivka climbed onto the bed, kneeling over his face. "Make me come, General."

She sat down on his face, and he dove in like a starved man. The first lick of her salty sweetness made him hum.

"Oooh stars, yes."  He flicked her swollen clit with his tongue, and she rocked against him, riding his face. He stiffened his tongue and thrust deep into her depths. Her liquid coated his lips and ran into his mouth. She buried her fingers in his hair, nails digging deep. The sensations made him move his tongue in her channel faster, as he stiffened it harder with his powers. He cupped her ass and brought her closer, pressing his nose against her nub as he continued to devour her. Her body vibrated, and she tugged on his hair.

"Right there, General! Yes!" Her breathy voice morphed into a high-pitched scream.
Thank God for soundproof rooms.
Dew filled his mouth, sweet and floral, and he swallowed it down, greedy for more.  Her release subsided, and she scooted back to sit on his stomach.

"Nice work, General. But that was just a warm up."

He licked his lips and grinned.

"Good, cause I'm very hungry."

"I like your attitude, soldier."  She winked and slid down his lap to sit on his thighs. A snap of her fingers removed his clothes with her powers.

"Much better for what I have in mind." His arms stretched out as an invisible force held him spread eagle. "Even nicer."

He tugged against the restraints, and she tsked.

"That's to keep you in place, tall, dark, and handsome." She blew a kiss, and the top of her index finger glowed with a brilliant white light. "Ready to feel the burn, lover?" She touched his chest, and his body jerked away in reaction. Rivka leaned down to lick the heated path. Goose bumps broke out all over his flesh. The stinging pain continued as she drew a mosaic across his skin, soothing each pain with her heated mouth. By the time she reached his hipbone he was ready to spontaneously combust. She palmed his straining cock and rubbed her thumb in the blue liquid that seeped from his head.

"You're close, aren't you? I knew you'd love this."

"How?" he croaked.

"Because everyone likes to be a little out of control once in a while, and you’ve been wound up tight for far too long, General." Their gazes lock as she bent her head and flicked out her tongue to lick the blue pre-cum off her thumb.

"In the spirit of doing things differently, I want you to come somewhere else this time."

"Where?"

"I want you to come on my tits."

His jaw dropped open, and he blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me right. I want you to come on my tits." In the blink of an eye her corset was gone, and she was engulfing his rigid cock between her full breasts.

"Fuck." His eyes were glued to the sight. The contrast of brown and white was beautiful, and her skin hot and soft. His tip yielded more cum, and she sped up, providing more friction.

"Mmm, I can tell how much you like this. Move your hips, I won't break."  He obliged her, rocking upward. The pull of the invisible bonds that still held him heightened his pleasure with their pull.

"Come on, General, you can do better than that. Fuck ‘em the way you do my pussy."  His words hit him like a shot fired at the beginning of a race. He bucked, tugging on the invisible ropes as he gritted his teeth. The muscles in his back clenched.

"Shit. I'm going to come."

"Do it. Come on, spray all over me."

"Fuck!" Her words were the clincher, and he let go, spewing his blue goodness all over her chest and himself. The warm liquid glistened on her skin like blue jewels. Her moans of satisfaction were the perfect crescendo to the moment she'd built up. His lids lowered, and he groaned when she brought her hands up to massage the creamy substance on her breasts before she brought one up to her mouth and sucked it dry. "Savory."

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"I have a lot more up my sleeve."  She snapped her fingers, and the bonds holding him broke. "Let me help." She moved over to the edge of the bed by his head and massaged his wrist. "Let's get the circulation going again. They weren't that tight, but better safe than sorry."

"You make a habit of tying folks up, Riv?" she paused.

"No, but by far you have been the most fun."

"Good, because Ima need you to do it again."

She threw her head back and laughed. "I think that can be arranged." She ended her kneading. "Other wrist, please."  He leaned over and gave her the other hand. "As much as I'd love to go into a round two, we need to hit the showers and head out. I have an appointment to plan another mating ceremony, and you have a boys’ night."

"I would ditch my brothers any night of the week for just a second longer with you."

She placed his hand on the bed and smiled. "Okay, that's sweet."  Rivka leaned down and cupped his cheek. His heart soared at the intimate gesture.
Progress!
  She dropped her hand to her side and stood. "Shower time." 

He studied her as he moved to follow her into the bathroom. She woke things in him he hadn't realized existed. He'd liked what she'd done to him just now, and every time she took command of his body worked like an aphrodisiac. They entered the bathroom, and he started the shower up with his mind. They played down their powers a lot in public, but in the privacy of his home he could relax and be himself.