Dekkir (Galaxy Alien Warriors #1)(22)
Finally, neither of us could stand it any longer. He sat back against the wall while I climbed over him eagerly, raising myself on my thighs and then settling slowly over his length. The pleasure of filling myself with him was edged with pain, my flesh stretched to its limit around his thick girth—but I pushed downward eagerly, feeling his intense bliss as he entered. I could barely take him all in, but his long groan of pleasure encouraged me just as much as the feedback from his nerve endings.
He dug his heels against the mattress and grabbed my hips, arching up into me roughly. We moved together feverishly, his grip on me almost bruising as he rose to meet me every time I bore down. The tension gathering in his body intensified my own and fed back to him, until shudders rolled through both our bodies and our joints cracked with the effort of riding against each other. Our shivering breaths sounded together, each thrust pushing the air from us, leaving us gasping at each withdrawal. I couldn’t speak anymore; as I looked up at him, I saw him in the same state: golden eyes hooded, lips parted, the strain of holding off deepening on his face.
Our bellies slapped together rhythmically as I kept riding him, the ache in my thigh muscles almost lost in my growing pleasure. The sensations ramped up until I lost control of my voice, moaning and gasping loudly as I moved. His muscles tightened, fingertips digging against my hips, and sharp little shouts of pleasure started escaping him with each thrust. Our voices grew louder and more desperate as we galloped toward climax. No fighting it now.
My back arched and I went rigid, my voice rising in a wail as my sex contracted around his. My climax tore through me, reflected in his own nerve endings, and a moment later, he threw back his head and roared with pleasure. I felt a second wave of ecstasy rush through me on the heels of the first as he crushed me against him, hips lifting me off the mattress as he emptied himself into me. A few more convulsive thrusts . . . and he settled back down, legs stretching out under me as his cry died down to a soft rumble. We held each other tight for several heartbeats, shaking and gasping for air.
Finally, his grip loosened as he let out a contented sigh. “Grace,” he murmured, nose buried in my hair. I leaned my head back and kissed him softly, too overwhelmed to speak yet. He saw it and chuckled, stroking my back and setting off tingling aftershocks through my body.
He settled back against the pillows, cradling me against his chest. His pain was gone, and amazingly, so was mine, though I had never been aware of it before. When the last of my shudders had ebbed away and I had my breath back, he looked down at me. “Are you all right?”
“More than.” I laid my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. I had never felt such contentment. I knew I might pay for this tomorrow in sore muscles and bruises, but I didn’t care. The ordeal was over. Whatever madness someone at Command was cooking up, whatever consequences I would face for taking the symbiont and siding with Dekkir and his people, I could bear it just as long as I had him.
“I feel the same,” he murmured drowsily as his grip on me loosened.
My eyelids grew heavy as I tried to sort out if he was answering my words or my thoughts. As I drifted off, I wondered if it mattered.
I dreamed I had my earbud communicator back and could hear Dr. Stirling’s reassuring voice in my ear. He was giving me a list of what sounded like local herbs. Beastvine sap. Thorntree bark, powdered. Janna nut milk, all in equal proportion. Heat until the mixture turns white and apply in thumbprint-sized dollops beneath the tongue every two hours.
I sat up suddenly in the dark. I could still hear the voice. Not in my ear, however. In my head. “Doctor?” I mumbled.
I’m here. Bring the formula to Neyilla. I determined which poison they used on the high chieftain. This will help his body purge it.
My heart started hammering. But how are you talking to me this way?
It is a long story, the thought came, colored with amusement. Suffice it to say, I inoculated myself quite a long time ago. Now, it’s best you hurry.
What if she doesn’t believe me?
Tell her Tabirus supplied the formula. She will know it to be genuine.
Tabirus?
But the voice didn’t answer. Stunned, I got up and started dressing.
Dekkir opened his eyes and looked at me curiously. “Is something happening?”
“Someone named Tabirus is talking to me in my head. Apparently, Neyilla knows him. He just gave me a formula he said will help cure your father.”
He immediately jumped up and started pulling on his clothes. “Let us go, then, and see what Neyilla says.”
We hurried out together, hand in hand. I didn’t know what the symbiont would end up doing to me any more than I knew what would happen now that I had aligned myself fully with the Lyrans. But as I felt the quiet joy radiating from Dekkir and my own strange new sense of wholeness, I knew I had done the right thing. Heart full of hope and head full of a formula I hoped would cure the high chieftain, I rushed up the stairs with my mate.
CHAPTER 9 / GRACE
I woke slowly, vaguely aware of the warm, hard body curled around me from behind. My dreams, wild and vivid, faded quickly to dim memories as I opened my eyes. The large, organically rounded wooden sleeping chamber was starting to look familiar after my first few days of waking up to it, and I relaxed, starting to get my bearings at the sight.
I had woken up in a lot of different kinds of bedrooms during my short life. The living pod I had shared with my mother, father, and two brothers back on Earth had been cramped, despite my father’s high rank. Five of us had shared two bedrooms, each one barely large enough to cram us all in. From that, I had gone on to the enormous, crowded Science Academy barracks, with one hundred students to each cavernous room. Doctoral candidates had it a bit better, and so for the last three years of my education, I had shared a smaller bedroom with three other students instead.