Dekkir (Galaxy Alien Warriors #1)(25)
Damon Norcross, friends? Unless he’s providing them with very good drugs, or paying them, I can’t imagine anyone keeping company with him voluntarily.
He sent back a brief flash of amusement. Well, not everyone has taste, and some are more easily manipulated than others.
I guess that’s fair enough. So where does that leave us?
Well, your first priority right now will continue to be completing your adjustment period and your subsequent training with Neyilla. I may need you to take her some messages. Other than that, well, there is always your new lover. His mental tone was gently teasing, and I blushed. He simply went on excitedly. The prospect of interspecies mating is unprecedented. I will be very happy to see what comes of it. Then he sobered. Be careful, Grace. Once you’ve adjusted and trained, and once you and Dekkir have settled in together, we still have an enemy among us. I don’t imagine he’ll be able to slip anything else past me, but I know I’m not perfect. Keep an eye out. I will keep in touch.
I’ll do that. Thank you. We broke mental contact, and I turned the water back on to rinse the residual oil out of my hair.
Dekkir stirred and opened an eye as I stepped out of the shower pod. Seeing me approach wrapped in a towel, he smiled widely and sat up. “What did I miss?” The universal translator embedded in my neck just below my ear interpreted his native Lyran into English fluently.
“No news is good news, I guess.” I came to perch on his lap, sitting sideways across his massive thighs. Dekkir was a big guy, even by Lyran standards. The size difference between us was sometimes a little alarming, but I was learning to enjoy it a great deal. “Tabirus will check in with us when he has some real information.”
He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my drying hair. “I suppose I should be disappointed, but I’m glad there are no new developments yet. I’d prefer to be spending my time and attention on you.”
His hand slipped under the towel and caressed my lower back, then slid down the curve of my ass familiarly. I shivered and then smiled up at him. “Well, I really can’t argue with that.”
CHAPTER 10 / DEKKIR
In the last three days, I had discovered there were very few things as satisfying as waking up to see my mate walking toward me across the room, wearing only a towel. The rough, white cloth against her smooth, dark skin, the way the dampness made her gleam and turned her hair into a wavy ink spill, those bottomless dark eyes, and that shy little smile she always wore when she saw what the look of her did to me. She was so small and soft and warm that embracing her felt like a luxury. And whatever struggle was now behind us, or still lay ahead, the best part of all was she was now mine.
Cuddling her on my lap, I breathed in the scent of that perfumed oil the healer had given her for her hair and smiled, feeling my desire stirring. “How much longer do we have before you go for your next lesson, my love?”
“I’m supposed to meet Neyilla two hours after dawn today.” She shivered and turned her face up to me invitingly as I gently pulled the towel away from her and dropped it to the floor. I could feel her sleepiness and mild worry giving way to affection and arousal as I nuzzled her neck and ran my hands over her.
“Well. Good. Because once I’m done with you, I’m afraid you’ll have to take time out for another shower.” I started kissing her neck and the side of her jaw and then bent her back so I could get at her breasts. Her skin was so sensitive. All I had to do was lay a few kisses around her nipple to have her trembling constantly, her breath starting to come in sharp pants.
I ran my hands over her rump and up her back, through her damp and scented hair. We kissed, and I scooped her up and pulled her against me, supporting her in my arms as I drew her nipple into my mouth. She whimpered and wrapped her thighs around me, cupping the back of my head encouragingly and squirming as I suckled her. So easy now to know what she liked when I could feel the faint echo of her pleasure in my own body. The only problem was holding back against both my own urgency and hers as things heated up.
Her low moans rose and fell as I held her up to my mouth, moving from breast to breast until both her nipples stood out in points. I heard her breath catch and shiver, and the way her hands and thighs clutched at me . . . and faintly, the hungry ache I had woken in her loins. Grinning, I shifted her position in my hands and then arched against her as I lowered her onto my equally aching erection.
Sinking into her hot, clinging softness nearly undid me right there. I groaned, setting my teeth in her shoulder as I pressed up against her until our hips touched. She started to rock, rolling her hips as she clung to me, and I gasped and held her, raising my hips to each down stroke. Each soft engulfment drove me toward the inevitable edge; I slid a hand between us to caress her and take her along with me.
I felt the warmth between us dry the last of the water from her skin as we rode together. The pressure built within us, between us, pleasure running through us, echoing back and forth between us and driving each of us to greater and greater frenzy. I heard both our voices spiral up in louder and louder cries as we thrust against each other. Then her body clenched around me; she sobbed, arching and trembling as electric jolts of ecstasy ran from her body to mine. I threw my head back, shouting with joy at the ceiling as my seed rushed out of me and deep into her body.
We caught our breath in each other’s arms, lying on our sides with our legs still tangled up. I pushed the tendrils of hair from her face and kissed her forehead, and she smiled up at me drowsily.