Chapter Seven

To Alaan, she smelled like freshly showered woman with a hint of baby powder. Beautiful inside and out, the woman was both loyal and strong. Like a golden goddess from the Far East, Tameth made him want to bow down and worship her.

His fingers instinctively reached up to take down the mane of her hair pulled back into her customary braid. It was so long, it brushed the curve of her lovely ass. Damn, too damp. The last thing she needed was to catch a cold because he couldn’t resist playing in her wet hair. Making a mental note to brush it out for her later, for now Alaan would be content with the soft short curls between her caramel thighs.

“Alaan, no!” she squawked through clenched teeth, frantically looking from side to side swatting his hands away from her succulent skin. “Damn it, what if someone comes back here?”

Grumbling on a rush of breath, he said, “No one is coming back here. They’d sure as hell better not.” His cock pulsed and filled until he knew his zipper would leave an imprint along the shaft.

A slight breeze wafted through the aromatic garden and blew between her thighs. The scent of sweet succulent woman filled the air around them. Alaan’s gums itched. Playtime was officially over and he couldn’t wait another second to have her.

Capturing her swatting hands, Alaan knelt in front of a reluctant Tameth and settled her bare bottom onto the leather-covered bench. Her soft skin made contact with the silk lining. He wondered if he’d be able to smell her when he put his coat back on.

Reaching up, he slid one hand underneath her sweatshirt to palm a full breast. He weighed one, then the other, gathering a certain amount of male satisfaction at the heat of those luscious points plumping through the lace of her bra.

Burying his nose in her cunt, he inhaled deeply, loving the raw sounds she made. Even after a shower, he still caught the scent of his come lingering faintly between her legs. With his lips just a whisper away from her flesh, he teased her with his words. She was so plump and pretty down here.

“Mmm, look at this. Such a wet pussy.” Gentle fingers spread her for his viewing pleasure. “Caramel-coated and so pink inside, Tameth. Does it taste as good and sweet as it looks?” Alaan’s mouth watered.

Her unique flavor exploded on his tongue as he slid it along her intimate folds. They blossomed for him as he blew gently over the fevered skin so hot against his mouth. Dipping a single finger into her dewy channel, he stroked into her wet heat. God, she was so tight.

“I like that you keep it groomed, short up top, and bare down on your pussy lips. They’re getting all swollen and pouty for me.”

“That’s from the pounding you gave me earlier,” she rasped in a sensual hiss, drawing in a halting breath through gritted teeth.

The sound of her labored breathing, the flutter of her smooth sheath made him hungry, desperate. Alaan lifted her legs over his shoulders and proceeded to devour every dripping inch of her soaked core. A veritable feast.

With the echoes of her building arousal bombarding his mind, Alaan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to process the urgency thundering through the bond forming between them. The woman was on fire, teetered on the edge of insanity. Her need added kindling to his own flames, but he ruthlessly tamped down the wild craving. He had to. Tameth was no prissy female. She was a warrior. A warrior who sometimes forgot her place with him as a man.

Now was as good a time as any to remind her that whether she was a Clan Serati female or not, he was a prime male. And above all, her prime.

Another digit slipped into her scalding sex as he suckled. She arched into him, legs spread wide. Her hips wove a sensuous circle as her warm, fragrant dew dripped onto the silk under her ass. It was a silent plea for more. A deep pull on her clit sent her head backward to meet the bark of the tree.

“Oh, God. Please.”

The rising pitch of her voice was like music to his ears, or what little he could hear above the blood pounding through his heads—both the one in his pants and the one on top of his shoulders.

“Please what, Tameth?” he growled, amazed at how much concentration was required to form the words.

“I need more. Something, anything,” she wailed, grabbing frantically at his hair, his ears, his shoulders. Anywhere her fingers could reach.

Turning his palm up, Alaan curled the tips of his fingers into the little hollow deep inside her body. At the same time he pressed into that hollow, he turned his head and gently sank his fangs into the supple flesh of her thigh.

She threw her head back and screamed through orgasm number one. So absorbed and overtaken, the woman didn’t even notice when her cries sent a small flock of geese scrambling across the surface of a nearby pond.

“Alaan, baby.” She panted between words. “It feels so good. Bite me on the other leg. Now,” she half-pleaded, half-ordered. He smiled and deliberately licked the seam of her swollen sex. She snarled at him.

“Unsheath those fangs or fuck me. Damn it, give me both.”

“Greedy woman, aren’t you? I’ll bite you again, but not right now.” He exhaled against her skin and licked the tiny wounds left behind.

Tameth whined long and loud. Actually whined. Definitely something he’d never seen or heard from her before. Excellent.

Though she’d snapped her mouth shut to keep any further pleas from escaping, her silent cries and accompanying emotions slid along their fragile bond to land hard in the middle of his mind. He felt her need beating at his will. Deeper than a desire for sex, it was a craving for him as a mate. A craving she still fought with her heart, yet a battle she’d already lost to her body.

In spite of her verbal refusal to take it further than casual sex, Alaan wondered if Tameth was already half in love with him. One thing was certain—there was more floating through the bond than she wanted to admit. It was the closest thing to an epiphany he’d ever had, and the first time—well, second, since the romp in the SUV—he’d wanted nothing more than to please and pleasure a woman until she lost all reason. If he hadn’t been so intent on giving her the tongue lashing of her life, he would have cocked his head sideways in wonder.

The bond brought with it such a threading and weaving of souls Alaan couldn’t think of a single word to describe it. And it would only grow stronger until Tameth’s well-being was more important to him than anything. But not as important as the lesson he must teach right now.

A hard snatch at the hair on the top of his head refocused his attention. A smile kicked up on one side of his mouth as he teased her inner labial lips with his tongue. Even if their newly forming link hadn’t told him how far gone she was, the harsh panting and the fingers creating a bald spot on his crown certainly would have.

Time for part two of her schooling.

 

 

He played her like a damned musical instrument. Strummed skillfully until every string pulled taut, every nerve hummed, anxious for release. Her body shuddered, impatient to reach the top, like riding a roller coaster to the top of a peak only to remain suspended in anticipation of the plunge. Just when Tameth thought he would leave her hanging there forever, his lips fastened to her throbbing clit and pulled it into his hot, wet mouth, tongue swirling over the engorged tip.

She fell headlong into orgasm number two as the dam burst inside of her. The waves just rolled on and on, drowning everything in their path. Rather than shivering from being half-naked out in the English springtime air, her wide open thighs trembled against the onslaught of wicked sensation flowing from her cunt, through the nerve endings of her ass, and down her legs.

Sweat rolled like scalding hot beads of moisture between her breasts and along the ridges of her spine, only to be soaked up by the thick cotton of her sweatshirt. Damn, perspiration dampened his shoulders where her knees hung over them.

The deep hum of appreciation rumbled up from his chest, making his lips vibrate against her soaked flesh.

“Come for me again, Tameth.”

Was he crazy? She felt like a wet, wrung-out dishrag. There was no way she could come again. It was impossible.

Suddenly her mind filled with images of herself, naked and moaning with an oversized and aroused Alaan behind her. On her knees, chest pressed to the bed… Bed? They’d never been in bed together. So how…?

The answer came to her in a rush of understanding so profound it sent a shiver up each vertebra, wrapped around the bones and sank into the nerves of her spine. These were Alaan’s thoughts. Thoughts of what he’d like to do to her. Oh, and what an imagination. Vivid enough to set her insides fluttering all over again. So much for the impossible, she thought wryly as she closed her eyes and let Alaan push her towards another climax.

One particularly kinky scene behind her eyes showed her riding him in a bathtub. He reached up, grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled her down for a wild open-mouthed kiss. It was so real she could have sworn she caught the scent of the vanilla spiced candles illuminating the blue and white tiles of the bathroom walls. Heard the water splash onto the floor as it sloshed over the sides of the tub from their frantic movements.

Another scene saw her bent over his couch, hands tied behind her back with a silk scarf of the same color blue as his eyes. And she was on the receiving end of a spanking.

“Alaan?” Her voice questioned the movie playing in her head, yet begged for more pressure from his smooth, hot tongue. An answering brush of determination smacked into her conscience and filled her mind. What, he wanted to control her? Rule her?

“No, baby, I don’t want to control you. But I will be the man in this relationship. Period.”

“Yeah, and if you ever spank me,” she snarled out loud.

“…you’ll love every minute of it.”

God, he was so much in her head and felt so right filling that space of consciousness, the surprise she should have felt at the telepathic conversation never surfaced.

But what the hell was she doing, a Clan Serati female practically whimpering under the hands of a male? A male who thought to order her around. She should have been offended, pissed off at the least. But the compulsion to give to Alaan, to allow him to be what he was created to be, flowed through their psychic link. He was a male, through and through, and his clear sincerity simply overruled her pride.

On his feet now, he looked down at her with those vivid sky blues. Thoughts, feelings, desires barreled into her, soul-deep. He took her hand and eased it around his jean-clad cock.

“Stroke me, Tam. Touch me.” His need seated itself inside her even as his tempting voice sang to her pussy, setting it pulsing again. The girth of his cock was exquisite against her hand, but caressing him through the fabric of his jeans quickly moved from pleasure to irritation. She needed to feel his hot, velvety shaft sliding over her skin, nudging between her nether lips, sinking deep inside her body. Everywhere all at once.

Glad he wasn’t wearing a belt, Tameth yanked at the top snap of his pants and buried her face in his crotch to inhale his masculine scent. Mmm, so clean, so addictive she rubbed her face back and forth across the fabric of his boxers as if to imprint his scent on her skin. Tameth opened her mouth as wide as she could and settled over the cloth-covered column of his cock. Even when her lips strained at the corners, there was still more of him than she could cover. Exhaling, her heat infused his boxers enough to singe off his short hairs. He gasped and she reversed the flow, inhaling greedily until she tasted his scent at the back of her throat.

Mouth watered until it soaked his underwear. Swollen breasts throbbed, stomach cramped with need as her pussy creamed until she felt her own dewy essence glide down the inside of her thighs. Enough playing around. It was time for her treat. And the plan was to eat him up until she couldn’t take another drop.

Tameth frantically yanked and pulled on Alaan’s shorts until his cock sprang up to meet her in the cool spring air. A deeply flushed tip wept a single clear bead of moisture. Her tongue shot out to capture it. Ginger. He tasted like spicy, sweet ginger.

With her knees spread wide, heels up on the bench, she leaned forward until her chest practically touched the leather-covered bench. The cool breeze playing against her heated flesh did nothing to ease her want. If anything, it made her want him more. Without further ado, his cock disappeared down her throat.

“Damn, Tameth, I always knew you were flexible but I could come just from watching you in that position.”

His words made her blush from head to toe. Wanting nothing more than to please him as he had her, she leaned more into her task and hummed around the head of his shaft. In fact, her whole body vibrated like a hummingbird’s wings during a courtship flight as she took him as deep as she could. Licked and sucked with one goal in mind—to taste his essence on her tongue until he ran dry. He was close. She could feel, almost hear, his come eager to greet her. Could sense it making its way up his thick shaft.

Bracing herself, eager for the geyser to blow, her goal was snatched from sight. The man jerked out of her mouth. Noooo! Come back!

A gasp tore from her throat when her back met the tree trunk and Alaan, still on his knees, moved forward and sank balls-deep into her gripping pussy in one plunge.

“Oh shit!” she yelled. The geese on the pond took flight.

He rode her hard. Rode her until she was mindless with each devastating stroke. The walls of her pussy gripped tight, pulling a groan from him. She would have laughed when his eyes crossed with bliss, but she couldn’t see straight enough to tell if it was his baby blues crossed hard, or if she was seeing double from the fierce loving he dished out.

A shiver worked its way up her calf. It began in the hollow of her ankle just above her Achilles tendon, then swirled up the blood vessels at lightning speed. Oh, this was going to be bad.

She squeezed her eyes shut and a galaxy of stars exploded behind the lids in a shimmering array of sparkling lights as she fell apart. But he didn’t stop moving his thick shaft in and out of her body. Instead, he pushed her towards yet another marrow-melting orgasm. Damn, this had to be some kind of record or something.

“Alaan, I can’t take anymore!” she panted, screamed, groaned and pleaded.

“Oh, you can take it, beautiful. Trust me,” he crooned as his thumb eased between her legs and found the swollen bundle of nerves.

The slightest touch sent her reeling again. This was it. She was going to die. Then it hit—climax number…number what?

When her breathing returned to something close to normal and she could halfway think clearly again, he withdrew.

A niggle at the back of her brain brought some coherence, enough to realize that as much as he quaked against her body, as much as he voiced his pleasure with deep breathy groans, the man hadn’t come. Not once. She’d taken her pleasure too many times to count. But the ultimate pleasure would be for him to experience what she had.

Her mind was caressed with the sweetest, most loving touch she’d ever experienced as his words formed in her head yet again.

“Because, beautiful, this time is for you. Just for your pleasure. I’m willing to wait for mine.”

What could she say to such a thing? Nothing came to mind as he held her for long moments after her last climax. Alaan retrieved a handkerchief from his back pocket, gently cleaned her tender folds and arranged her clothes. With a loud smacking kiss on the Clan Serati tattoo around her navel, he pulled up her sweatpants then settled his leather trench around her shoulders. Her boots came next. The man even took the time to lace them properly.

Both fully dressed now, he helped her to her feet, gazed down into her face and pinned her with a no-nonsense stare. No hostility or recriminations, though she’d come and come and come while he’d restrained himself.

“I meant it when I said I want you, Tam. You’re mine, and you know it. I never thought you would be the one to run from a challenge.”

“Run?” Her head tilted sideways as her fist knotted on her hip. Who the hell did he think he was talking to? “Puh-lease. I’ve never run from a challenge in my life. And certainly not from a male.” She snorted as unexplainable, unrestrained anger lashed out from deep inside her. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to get back at him for…for what?

“Besides, you don’t really want me anyway, Alaan. You’ve got your fucking memories of Sher.”

The rigid snap of his spine and the cold glint reflected in his eyes spoke volumes. He didn’t bother schooling his features or masking his emotions. She flinched as they flowed down the new bond like gritty sand through an hourglass, straight into her mind and soul. She’d hurt him. Deeply. Tameth felt like a heel for throwing something in his face he obviously wanted to forget. And she had no idea of why she’d said such a thing. Jealous of a dead woman. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Before she could open her mouth to form an apology for being such a bitch, she was greeted by the back of Alaan’s beautiful blond head as he stalked away from her. Again.

But not before his intentions resonated in her mind—Alaan had made up his mind to pursue her. And she was in trouble.