Dekkir (Galaxy Alien Warriors #1)(36)
He scooped me up and thrust into me, pinning me to the wall again. I gasped aloud at his rough entry, but my body was already too aroused to be hurt by even his prodigious girth. He went taut and pushed deeper, powerful thighs holding us firmly as I clung to him. Our shouts of pleasure rose as one, my own soft and breathy and his hard and harsh. The hand not clinging to his shoulder gripped his buttocks, which tightened rock hard with urgency as he ground against me. He drew out, and I felt his bliss at our flesh sliding against each other echo in my own nerve endings. The edges of the armor dug against my inner thighs as I wrapped my legs around him; I didn’t care. Do it. More. Harder. Oh yes . . . please. Don’t stop.
He thrust back in, growling softly as he stretched me open and sank his whole length inside me, a jolt of pleasure running back and forth between our bodies. He picked up a rhythm, slow and gentle at first, just rocking against me, shuddering each time he sank his shaft. But his instincts made their demands soon enough, and he sped up, grinding against me harder as his armor creaked, and I gasped and clung to him.
My body responded to his pleasure and my own, writhing against him despite the hard, nerveless plates of hide between us. His grunts became sharp groans, voice guttural and a little breathless, hands gripping my back and hip hard as he pounded against me. I could feel my flesh tightening around him, more and more, tingling, aching, craving completion. I whimpered, nails digging against his armor, head falling back against the wall as he ran his mouth over my neck.
His voice rose in slow crescendo, deepening, growing louder, the strain in it intensifying until every throaty pant sounded like he was being tortured. Shocks of doubled pleasure ran through me; my muscles locked, body tightening until I could hardly bear it. I let out a long, panting cry—which rose into a wail I had to muffle with my hand as waves of pleasure overtook me.
He groaned through his teeth as I came, and sped further, belly flexing, armor creaking and digging into me, the tips of his fingers gripping me, bruising, and I gasped with pleasure, his rising ecstasy and the little edge of pain he gave me driving me quickly toward another climax. His head fell back, and he shouted as his orgasm spiraled outward to include me. I felt him release from within and without, the rush of warmth filling me even as his pleasure sent me into spasms of delight.
We came back to ourselves slowly, him panting into my shoulder, barely holding me up as he leaned against the wall. He let out a purring rumble and ran his teeth over the side of my neck, nipping affectionately. Slowly, he disengaged from my body before gently lowering me to the floor. He steadied me as I got my wobbly feet under me. “There. Now at least my head is clear, lovely one.”
Our lips brushed as I gasped for air, feeling little aches and pains where his armor or his hands had left me bruised. The thought made me smile; I would wear his marks proudly. It would remind me that whatever else happened, I still had love in my life, even if I never saw my blood kin again.
I brushed my hand over my belly before reaching for my leggings. Perhaps there’s a chance we can make our own family here, I thought wistfully. The idea I might carry Dekkir’s child even now already filled me with an easy joy. I had been queasy a lot these past mornings, but there had been no time to trouble a healer with pregnancy testing while we had been scrambling to recover from the last Earth attack and preparing for the next. The battle to come would be a horror, and I knew it would hurt me no matter who died. But at least with Dekkir around, and the possibility of a child on the way, there was hope and something to live and fight for without second-guessing myself.
You must live, my darling. We both must live, I thought as I finished dressing. I finished lacing my tunic back up, and we shared a last soft kiss as he fixed his armor back around his loins.
“It is time, Grace,” he murmured. “The humans land soon. We must prepare.”
I nodded, still catching my breath. “I’m with you.” When he turned to leave, unlocking the door finally, I followed him out.
CHAPTER 15 / DEKKIR
Grace was not doing well. I sensed it in my mind, my heart; she grieved for the upcoming battle. And no wonder: either her adoptive people would die or the people of her blood would. Either way, she would suffer terrible loss before this fight was over.
I watched her as we took our places at the crenellated outer wall of Highfort’s rooftop. She was ashen beneath the brown and golden tones of her skin; her bronze eyes threaded with deep brown and sparks of gold held a deep fear and an even deeper sadness. I knew in my heart her instinct was right: this battle was pointless and a tragedy for both sides. But sadly, that was often the case with wars.
For centuries, I had fought in skirmishes between forts when diplomacy had failed. It was always tragic. Always a horror. But I could hardly tell her to get used to it. She had the heart of a seer. Not a warrior. She had the ability to sense the interconnectedness of all things, but like some empaths before their training, it left her vulnerable to the suffering of others. My lady had no armor against the world’s harsh realities.
“I need you to be focused for this, my love, and I apologize. But with Neyilla monitoring our troops in the jungle and the rest of the seers preparing their defenses, I need someone to monitor our troops here.” At her nervous look, I smiled reassuringly. “Do not worry about your inexperience. I just need you to ‘watch,’ not relay messages.”
She swallowed. “Neyilla trained me to monitor single individuals and small groups. What if I get overwhelmed?”