When it finally hit him, Jerden knew he’d never smelled anything sweeter in his life—far sweeter than roses, candy, or any other woman’s scent. It was Sara’s desire, flooding his body, filling him with the most powerful urge to mate he could possibly imagine. That he retained enough control to keep from turning around and plunging into her was nothing short of a miracle. The knowledge that he might never inhale anything so heavenly again kept him still, hardly daring to trust his luck.
He’d heard that when he found the one destined to be his mate, he would know it beyond a shadow of a doubt. If he hadn’t already decided that Sara was the one, he would certainly realize it now. His cock was unbelievably hard, the starlike points of the coronal ridge already dripping with orgasmic secretions.
Her soft gasp of surprise was quickly followed by the touch of her exploring fingers as they skimmed the upper surface of his cock from root to crown. Jerden held his breath until she discovered the slick fluid.
“Taste it, Sara.” With his throat so tight and his purr so strong, it was a wonder the words even made it past his lips. “You won’t believe what it can do to you.”
One taste. Surely she’d go back for more. Every woman he’d ever been with had done it. The moment her hand left his skin, he tamped down his own sense of loss and turned around. Her lips parted as she raised her hand to her mouth, and he held his breath again—watching, waiting, hoping the sight of his gleaming cock didn’t terrify her.
She hesitated, and he was about to chastise himself for being too forward when she touched her fingertip to her tongue. Sara was the one woman he’d ever truly wanted; if it didn’t work for her, he’d probably lose his mind—and this time, he’d lose it for good.
Her astonished eyes met his in the split second before she doubled over, her face brushing his swollen cockhead, leaving a glistening streak on her cheek. Without a second thought, he gathered her up in his arms and cradled her against his chest, kissing the top of her head, her temple, and any part of her his lips could reach. Her arms twined around his neck as she raised her face to his, and when she pulled him down for a kiss of her own, Jerden knew he was lost forever—if he hadn’t been already.
The taste of her tingled as their tongues met and mated in a dance he never thought he’d enjoy again. Again, her boldness surprised him, though it shouldn’t have. She was independent, confident, and strong in all other aspects of her life. This was the kind of lover she would’ve always been if fate hadn’t dictated otherwise. He despised the men who’d hurt her, but the fact that in so doing, they’d left her for him to discover was a stroke of luck he’d never thought to deserve.
Perhaps he didn’t deserve her. Perhaps he’d ruined every chance he’d had at happiness by selling himself. But at that moment, the past didn’t matter. He felt as though his destiny was and always had been to make a lover out of Sara and to give her joy. His only hope was that in becoming his lover, she would also love him.
***
“Unbelievable.”
A much cockier man would have said I told you so, but all Jerden said was, “More?”
As he was already halfway to her bedroom, Sara deemed this question unnecessary. However, his expectant expression when he stopped made her realize that he truly was waiting for her reply.
“Yes, please.”
He gave her a squeeze. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“You knew I was going to say that.”
“Not really.” He continued on down the hall. “Wouldn’t be the first time you surprised me.”
He’d certainly surprised her. One taste had triggered the orgasm of a lifetime. Inexperienced or not, she had a feeling that other men had to work a lot harder at it. “I’m beginning to understand how you Zetithian boys managed to get into so much trouble.”
He barked a laugh. “I used to give out those free samples all the time. Never had a single woman who didn’t book an appointment afterward.” He shook his head and sighed with regret. “After our world was blown to bits by one jealous man, you’d think we would’ve figured out that it might be best to keep the whole joy juice thing quiet. But no, we had to advertise. I wonder if any of those women ever enjoyed sex with a human male again—or any other species, for that matter. We’re simply the best fuckers in the galaxy. No ifs, ands, or buts.”
His grin took all the boasting out of this declaration, but Sara giggled anyway. “And so modest.”
“Aw, I don’t have to be modest with you, do I? I’m doing my damndest to impress you. You’re a lot like a Zetithian woman that way. I have to try harder.” Entering her room, he lay her down on the bed and then climbed in beside her.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You are definitely worth the effort. Do you have any idea how incredible you smell right now?”
“Well… no, I don’t.” If she’d had to guess, she’d have said she smelled of saddle soap and horses, but there was no accounting for taste.
“Trust me, you smell good enough to wake up a dick that’s been on hiatus for months. No small feat, that.”
Sara considered his accomplishment to be even more significant. At the moment, she was in the throes of emotions she’d forgotten existed. And he was the reason. “So… what are you planning to do with that dick?”
“Anything you want,” he replied promptly. “I like it all.”
She glanced down at his groin. “Uh, yeah. Right. I’m not precisely a virgin, but that looks like it would hurt.”
“What do you mean, not precisely a virgin?”
“I mean I’ve had sex before. Once. But it was a very long time ago.” And it hurt like hell.
“And it was so bad that you swore off men?”
Put that way, it sounded a little silly, though she knew there was more to it than physical pain. “Something like that.”
“Fuckin’ amateur,” he said with a scornful laugh. “I’m a professional. You will not have any cause to complain.”
For all that her one experience with sex was the most frightening episode of her life, Sara laughed right along with him. “He wasn’t any good at it. Didn’t even try to be.” She bit her lip, trying desperately not to utter the next words, but they refused to remain unsaid. “He did it on a bet. All my life, I’d been teased for being tall, skinny, and homely. More than one classmate led me on, just to see how much I would do for a little male attention—and, stupid me, I let them do it. This guy’s buddies bet him fifty credits he wouldn’t ask me out and do the deed.” She shuddered as she recalled that feeling of complete mortification. “I wasn’t exactly willing, either.”
Jerden’s pupils dilated to the point that fire seemed to blaze from his eyes. If this was what he looked like when he was angry, Sara made a mental note to never get him riled. “He raped you? I hope the stupid fuckwad rots in jail.”
“He might, if he were ever arrested. I never told anyone about it.”
“Ever?”
Sara shook her head. “You’re the first.” She paused, frowning. “If I’d gotten pregnant, I suppose I would’ve had to explain it, but I didn’t, so I just kept my mouth shut. It was too… humiliating.”
Jerden pulled her into his arms. The fire in his eyes had banked down to a slow burn, but she could tell he was still angry. “Thanks for sharing that with me. It explains a lot.”
It didn’t explain why she’d let it affect her so strongly, though. Now that she’d told Jerden, the burden seemed lighter, blowing away like bitter smoke in a lively breeze until the pain disappeared. Completely. How extraordinary. “Thank you for listening. It… helps.”
“And for the record, the hottest hunk in the galaxy—at least, according to the Damenk Tribune—thinks you’re beautiful. Not homely, not skinny, and certainly not someone he’d only fuck on a bet. You’re perfect, Sara. Just the way you are. Remember that.”
“I’m not perfect,” she protested. “You might be, but I’m not. No way.”
He halved the distance between them, which wasn’t a whole lot to start with. “Are we going to argue, or are we going to make mad, passionate love to one another?”
“I don’t really care for arguments.”
“Choice made.” The remaining space between them evaporated as Jerden covered her body with his. Licking her cheek, he kissed his way to her lips, which parted seemingly of their own accord when his tongue sought entry. She had only a moment to wonder whether licking a woman’s cheek prior to kissing her was a Zetithian custom before her core contracted with another mind-blowing orgasm.
Tricky fellow. Apparently his “joy juice” didn’t have to be all that fresh in order to set off internal fireworks. He knew so much more than she did, he’d have her under his spell in no time—and she wasn’t sure she liked the idea. Having him under her spell seemed much safer. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the first clue as to how to get him there.
Her eyes fluttered shut as Jerden kissed her again with lips so warm and sensuous, they ought to have been illegal. Nate’s kiss had been nothing like this, which wasn’t surprising. After all, this was a man who women paid a thousand credits a session for. Sara was not only getting his services for free, all she had to do was say the word and she’d have access to his entire fortune.
And she’d also be getting him—every luscious bit of him. The rumor mill might have likened him to a feral cat, but he was more of an intoxicant. Sara wasn’t even attempting to resist him anymore. Instead, she let her hands roam over his skin, delighting in every contour and marveling at his strength. She remembered what he’d said about what to do if he ever hurt her. He’d told her to slap the shit out of him—or words to that effect. Although he hadn’t done it yet, she still had the most peculiar urge to bite him…
That would be wrong, especially when he was making her feel as though she were floating. She might have felt like an angel but her thoughts were increasingly wicked. To be allowed the opportunity to explore, without that urgency and fear. Was that what he liked? He’d said he liked it all, but did he have a preference?
A whispered voice in the back of her mind told her she had all the time in the world to discover those things—even her own likes and dislikes. Strange that she should consider anything about the sexual act to be enjoyable. Disturbing memories surged back, only to have Jerden kiss them away. He was a far stronger presence than any memory could ever be.
Threading her fingers through his hair, she explored its silky texture, the shape of his head, and the curved point of his ears. On this last place, he responded first with a moan and then with a chuckle.
Leaving a trail of kisses across his cheek, she repositioned his head with gentle tugs on his hair until her lips followed the curvature to the tip of his ear. His soft sighs encouraged her to be more adventurous. If kisses could do that to him, what would her tongue do?
Tracing the outer shell with her tongue made him purr. Sucking on the point made him scream with laughter. Simply knowing this filled her with a sense of power, whereas before, she’d felt completely at his or any other man’s mercy. Now he was at hers.
Pushing against his shoulder, she rolled him onto his back. She focused on his neck and chest, doing her best to ignore the stiff cock waiting for her below, which was difficult. The damn thing drew her eyes like a beacon. Powerful muscles corded his neck, and though he seemed to enjoy being touched there, his penis was calling to her.
Forcing herself to be strong, Sara let her lips and fingers move on to his chest. His flat nipples hardened at her touch, and while Jerden groaned and arched his back to press them against her lips, she couldn’t help noticing that his cock wasn’t just calling to her anymore. It was waving at her.
She ought to have known that with a dick that was more like a stallion’s than a man’s, he might also have the ability to control its direction. As she suckled one nipple and teased the other with feathery touches of her fingertips, his phallus pulsed, sending rivulets of glistening moisture pouring from the serrated points of the coronal ridge to cascade down the shaft. His cock appeared as strong as the rest of him—long, thick, and laced with prominent veins. The blunt head was so engorged, it might have been made of polished granite.
Simply letting her eyes follow the droplets of fluid to where they puddled in his groin made her ache. She’d bred enough horses to know what was happening to her. Her labia were filling with hot blood, the same as his penis was. Soon, that huge cock would penetrate her delicate membranes and the forceful plunging would begin. This thought made her quiver with anticipation, rather than fear or revulsion. She’d seen many a mare back into the stallion, taking his full length inside her, groaning with each deep thrust. One mare had been so anxious, she’d taken not only the stallion’s penis inside her, but Sara’s entire arm as she helped to guide him in. Pinned between the two horses, Sara had no choice but to go along for the ride, leaving Reutal rolling on the stable floor with laughter.
But no one was laughing now, and for the first time ever, Sara wanted to strip off her clothes and be as naked as Jerden. She wanted that cock inside her too, filling her to capacity. If simply tasting that fluid was enough to bring on a climax, what would happen when she received a continuous supply of it?
Suddenly, she simply couldn’t take the suspense anymore and she grasped his rock hard cock and licked the purplish head. “Oh, my God. You even taste good.”
Jerden grinned. “And I adore being sucked, so you can help yourself anytime you like.”
The only downside to this offer was how sore Sara would be from the violent contractions of muscles she’d seldom used until now. Those involuntary exercises would strengthen her in ways she’d never imagined.
Preparing me to give birth to triplets. Yet another factor she hadn’t considered. Rumor had it that Zetithian semen acted like a fertility drug, causing multiple ovulations and thus, multiple births, even in humans. Sara wouldn’t be the first and certainly not the last to face this eventuality. That she hadn’t heard of the human wife of a Zetithian man dying in childbirth was some consolation. Still, she didn’t particularly care for the idea of being the first.
She also questioned the wisdom of sucking a cock that caused such a spectacular reaction. “You’re sure I won’t inadvertently bite you when the juice gets to me?”
“Hasn’t happened yet.” His cheerful tone didn’t sound like that of a man who’d ever had his dick bitten. “Love it when someone bites my ass, though. If you ever feel the urge, you go right ahead and sink your teeth into me.” His wicked grin was accompanied by a wink. “Makes my dick hard.”
Sara burst out laughing. “If it gets any harder, it’ll explode.”
“Oh, it’ll do that in a little while whether you bite me or not.”
Her teeth tugged her lower lip. “Yeah. I guess it will.”
“Don’t look so disappointed, Sara,” he chided. “It’s not a once a day occurrence. My turnaround time is negligible.” His lips curled enticingly and his purring roughened as he traced the curve of her cheek with a fingertip. “Later on, we can do something a bit more… creative, but right now, I want you underneath me—naked and on your back—while I drive you absolutely wild.”
“Creative?” Her mouth was so dry, the word nearly stuck in her throat.
“Sara,” he said gently. “This is supposed to be fun—not educational or competitive, and certainly not a chore.” He aimed her face toward his with a finger beneath her chin. “Just fun. Your brain might not understand, but your body does—finally. I can smell it. If you doubt it, just try to put a thumbprint in my dick.”
“I already did,” she said drily. “Couldn’t do it.”
“Then if you don’t trust yourself, trust me to know what you want. Believe me, I’ll know.”
Cocking her head, she quirked an eyebrow at him. “Naked, underneath you, and driven wild?”
He inhaled deeply. “I believe you found that idea… irresistible.”
She blew out a long breath, nodding. “Yeah. Completely irresistible.”
“Then let’s get rid of those clothes.”
Sara had already changed out of her riding clothes, or she would’ve had boots to contend with. As it was, she was out of her shirt, jeans, and panties in record time—one of the rare times in her life when she didn’t regret not needing to wear a bra—though she did feel a moment of concern that her flat-chested body wouldn’t be to Jerden’s liking. However, when she caught the glint of lust in his eyes and the lascivious manner in which he licked his lips, she stopped worrying.
With a satisfied purr, he rolled her onto her back, trailing kisses from her neck to her chest. Her breasts may have been small, but the nipples were no less sensitive. As he suckled first one and then the other, she captured his head in her hands, spearing her fingers through his dark curls, praying he would never stop. Her back arched just as his had when she’d done the same thing to him. She understood the reason for it now—the hunger, the urgency, the flaming need…
Despite her protests, he moved onward, his lips traveling ever lower on her abdomen, teasing her navel before moving on to the rise of her mons.
“Gotta have a quick taste first,” he whispered as he parted her thighs. His head dipped down and his tongue darted into her slit with precision. His hot breath and even hotter tongue set her on fire, intensifying an ache that was already almost unbearable.
His purr added a vibration to his sigh. “Ahh… the Divine Essence of Sara Shield.” He sucked a breath in through his fangs and then went back for more. His rough tongue found her clitoris and teased it mercilessly—licking, sucking, devouring—until a piercing sensation heralded her climax.
“Jerden!” she cried. “Oh—” Her next words were lost in the throes of a pleasure so intense, so exquisite, she could only gasp and moan, unable to form an intelligible word or even a coherent thought.
With a low growl, he crawled up over her, hooking his arms under her legs as he went. Rearing up on his knees, he lifted her legs and thrust his hips forward. His hot, wet cock pressed against her labia—pushing, probing, teasing—until she finally understood why those mares had backed into the stallion, impaling themselves on his phallus. Jerden was a big man—a shorter woman couldn’t have done it—but Sara wrapped her long legs around his hips, crossed her ankles, and pulled him in.
His huge cock filled her so completely, there was some left over. Even so, she wanted all of him. He began to pump into her, exhaling with a hiss on the outstroke. “You wouldn’t believe how good that feels—how good you feel. Oh, Sara…”
His pleasure couldn’t possibly be any greater than hers. The coronal fringe raked her inner walls with each stroke, and the blunt head bumped against a highly sensitive spot deep inside her, steadily escalating the pleasure until tears stung her eyes. Determined to give as good as she got, she squeezed him with her vaginal muscles, impeding his progress and prolonging each thrust.
His breath grew short, his pelvic thrusts more sweeping. No, it wasn’t his pelvis that was moving, it was his cock, rotating in circles deep within her tight passage. A moment later an orgasm seized her—similar to the ones she’d already had from tasting his coronal secretions, but different because he was inside her.
Her grip on his cock strengthened, and with a guttural cry, Jerden fell forward onto his hands, his face suspended directly above her own. His glowing pupils shone forth from the black iris like molten gold. “Bite me. Hard.”
His shoulder was closest, and she sank her teeth into it, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough that he felt it.
The sound he made was indescribable—like a snarl on top of a purr on top of a groan—as his head snapped back and his cock drove forward. Sara saw stars as he plunged in more deeply than ever. His ejaculation was so strong she felt each spurt of his semen. She would’ve screamed if she hadn’t felt something else, something truly extraordinary, almost as though the scalloped edge of his cockhead was moving, even though he was holding perfectly still.
Seconds later, a ball of heat formed in the small of her back, throbbing for a long moment before bursting forth in a flood that washed through her in great, crashing waves all the way to the outer limits of her being.
In the deepening twilight, she could only see the glow from his pupils but her vision seemed distorted—as though his eyes were two pebbles tossed into a quiet pool, sending concentric waves spreading out over the surface. The heat ebbed, leaving behind warmth so soothing and peaceful, it nearly broke her heart.
Jerden sank down onto his forearms, his lips seeking hers as though he would draw sustenance from them. “Okay. So you drove me wild. Nothing wrong with that… maybe next time I’ll do the same for you.”
But he already had.