Abziarr and his unwilling Queen (Lords of Arr'Carthian 1.5) (5 page)

“Because I don’t want to be your mate,” she said defiantly. “You … you want everything from me. You want the whole ‘forever deal’ and I can’t give you that!”

Puzzled by her words, I sat up.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That’s supposed to mean that … Yes, I want you, Abziarr. I want sex with you - for a while even maybe. But I don’t want a … a bond and I know that ... that is not possible for you. Keela explained to me that the males here … are different - that this hormone that you have in your fangs can kill you if you don’t carry out the ritual that binds you to your mate.”

“That’s only the case with the Carthians,” I said. “Verkuzzis are different, but it is right that I need you forever. I can sleep with females without there being any risk, as long as there is no bond. But there is a bond between us - a strong one!”

“You see! It would be best for you to take me back. I cannot become your mate!”

“Why not?” I asked despondently. It was frustrating and hurtful that she was finally admitting that she wanted me, but was stating, at the same time, that she only wanted me for a few hot sessions and that was that!

“I just can’t, OK?!

“Susan! I need you and won’t let you go. I … I can’t let you go!”

“Marruk and the others will come and fetch me,” she said.

“By then you’ll be mine,” I growled, leaping from the bed.

“No one is going to take you away from me! No one!”

I quickly dressed and fled from my chambers. I first had to release tension – best done through training. I felt like giving my stubborn mate a good shake. How could she dare to tell me that she wanted me and yet reject me as her mate? Did she think I was not worthy of her? I was the king, for goodness’ sake. I had power, wealth - I was strong and could protect her. I loved her, would do anything for her. What more did she want? My tiger was as agitated as I was, but I considered it too dangerous to allow him to surface as that made him angrier. I had to find a solution soon, because if she did not give herself to me willingly, before my tiger became too powerful, then only one solution would remain: death. I would never allow my love of Susan to become a danger for her.

Chapter 4

Training only calmed me a little. It did not exactly help that my tiger was so angry. My sparring partners had their work cut out for them with me today, and although I was simultaneously fighting four, I simply could not wear myself out. Adrenalin and frustration were making me into a real monster. The four soldiers against whom I was fighting were already the fifth quartet. The others had all been carried away from the area, injured, and I still had not had enough.
 

Frustrated, I stuck my sword into the ground and roared loudly. The soldiers immediately withdrew. The last time that they had seen me this angry had been when Morika was taken from me. Yet that was nothing compared to my present state. I cast my eyes up to the window of my chambers and I saw her. She was looking down at me. The distance was too great for me to see her expression behind the glass and I wondered how long she had already been standing there - how much she had seen. Would she now consider me to be a monster? - Someone that she should fear? I growled quietly before turning my eyes away from the castle and running towards the forest. If fighting could not exhaust me, then I would simply run.

I finally risked returning to my chambers in the afternoon. Susan was sitting on the sofa with a picture book on her lap. Thanks to a translation device implanted in her ear she could understand me but she could not read any of the books. This was obviously why she had selected an illustrated book. I resolved to teach her how to understand and read my language, even without a translation device, at some point.
 

She looked up as I entered the room and my heart immediately beat faster. I had feared this moment, not knowing of course how she would react after this morning and after my outburst on the parade ground. But she just looked at me and I thought that I could see something like regret in her eyes. I realized that she was wearing one of the dresses that I had laid out for her. Even though I found her very sexy in her tight trousers, it really took my breath away when I caught sight of her in the traditional costume of the Verkuzzi females. The dress left one shoulder bare and was cut just low enough so that I could see her cleavage. It fit tightly at the waist then dropped loosely to her ankles. The skirt material had a high slit and exposed, when sitting, a good portion of her shapely leg. I had to swallow. Everything in me, including my tiger, was screaming out for me to push up the skirt material and spread her legs so that I could feast on her sweet flesh until she begged for mercy – to then turn her round, to enter her from behind and complete the ritual by sinking my fangs into her neck, making her my mate forever.

“I’m sorry,” she said, quietly but clearly.

I stared at her in disbelief. Had I heard correctly? Had she just apologized? Why? For what? - For the fact that I had abducted her? - Had behaved like an idiot and exploited her vulnerability whilst she was asleep? - Or for sending twenty males to the medical unit?
 

“What …?” I stopped as she put the book aside and rose.
 

She slowly walked towards me and I wondered nervously what she now intended to do. It must be a damn trick. I could not imagine that she had suddenly changed her mind.
 

“Thank you for the dresses,” she said once she was standing in front of me. “It’s a little unfamiliar but the material feels very beautiful.”

“It … it looks very beautiful, too,” I said huskily. My eyes lingered on her cleavage. What I most wanted to do was tear the dress from her body and bury my face between her breasts. I wanted to inhale her aroma.

“Abziarr,” her voice pulled me from my erotic thoughts. Her hand was lying on my chest and she was looking up at me, a smile on those full, soft lips.
 

“Susan, what …?” I began, but she put her finger on my lips and I fell silent. Blood pounded in my ears and my cock was pushing hard and demanding against the material of my trousers. I could feel the yearning to make her my mate becoming more and more powerful and I was afraid of losing control. “Susan, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to hold back any longer, then I’ll make you my mate. You’re playing with fire if you carry on …”

She interrupted me by pressing her soft lips to my mouth. Groaning, I pulled her to me and all the restraint that I had exercised finally gave way as her lips opened willingly for my tongue and her taste caused my head to swim. I lifted her into my arms without interrupting the kiss and carried her to the bed. There I laid her down and looked down at her hungrily.
 

“I’m drenched in sweat and …,” I began.

“I don’t care,” she interrupted me. “I want you, Abziarr.”

“Susan, if I make love to you now, then you’re mine, permanently!” I warned her.

She sat up and slipped the dress down over her shoulders as far as her belly. Her breasts rose and sank with every deep breath that she took and her dark tips pointed towards me tantalizingly. I groaned and began to remove my clothing quickly. Her eyes widened as they fell upon my cock. I had heard that the males of her race were of smaller build and hoped that she would not be afraid. But when she looked up at me there was only desire in her expression, no fear. I climbed up onto the bed to her, pushing her back until she was lying beneath me. I kissed her - hungrily and wildly - and she responded in the same way. I slowly moved my lips down her throat to her breasts. She gasped as I enveloped one of her nipples with my lips and began to suck hard on it. I did the same with her other nipple until both nipples stood out from her soft flesh, hard and wet.

“Abziarr,” she gasped, raising her body towards me. I placed a kiss on her flat belly, directly above her navel then slid lower. My hands grasped the dress, pulling it over her hips, whilst my lips also wandered lower. I did not touch her pussy as I slid down her to push the dress over her legs and then over her feet. The material landed on the floor and I spread her legs so that I could work my way upwards, kissing and licking her on the inside of her thighs. She trembled under my touch and my cock quivered with expectation as I approached my destination. I wanted to finally taste her fully. The taster that I had had this morning made me crave for more.
 

“I want to taste you,” I said.” I’ll make sure that you come more powerfully than ever before,” I promised and she answered with a quiet groan.
 

Having almost arrived at the centre of her desire, I spread her legs still further and she willingly yielded to my gentle pressure. The lips of her pussy were swollen and wet and the scent of her desire excited my senses. I wanted to bury my face in her femininity but I also wanted to delay this moment.
 

“You are so beautiful,” I said hoarsely.

“Please,” she begged quietly, lifting her pussy invitingly towards me.

How could I resist this invitation?
 

I let out a quiet growl before lowering my head and parting her warm flesh with my tongue. I was rewarded with a groan of pleasure and the rising of her hips. My tiger growled and wanted to urge me to hurry along the ritual but I wanted to take my time. I slid my tongue slowly upwards from her wet channel to her little pearl, but I just circled her most sensitive point without touching the small, swollen bud before slipping back to her opening to enter her with my tongue and drink her juice directly from the source. She moved restlessly beneath me and I held her hips to keep her still whilst I kept on thrusting inside her with my tongue. When she became too restless I replaced my tongue with two fingers and caressed her pearl with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing accelerated and my efforts were rewarded with more and more wetness. When I realized that she was about to orgasm, I took her pearl between my lips and, gently sucking on it, massaged it firmly with the tip of my tongue. Her pussy muscles squeezed my fingers as she climaxed.

“Abziarr!” she cried and I responded with a contented growl that came from deep within me, making her pussy vibrate yet more. Her orgasm set all my instincts in motion. I had to complete it now. My tiger would not wait very much longer, so I moved away from her and looked at her beautiful body. My cock was quivering with desire and my tiger was roaring within me.

“Turn over,” I uttered between gritted teeth. ”Onto all fours.”

She groaned quietly, still looking dazed, but she did as I asked her and kneeled in front of me. The sight of her round bottom and her soaking wet femininity almost drove me crazy. I clenched my teeth to keep control.
 
I slowly entered her snug opening, for a moment concerned that we might not fit together: she was so unbelievably tight, but if it had worked with the other earth females and their mates then it must somehow work. Slowly I continued to thrust.

“Everything OK?” I asked with concern.

“Yes,” she gasped and laughed quietly.” You’re damn big.”

“Too big?” I asked, unsure as to whether I’d be able to continue at this torturously slow speed.
 

She shook her head. “Keep going. It’s … it’s wonderful.”

She came towards me a little and I clutched her hips. I pulled back a little then slipped inside her again, fully this time, until I was completely inside her. I had never felt anything like this before. It was so intense, so good. She pushed herself towards me demandingly and I began to thrust inside her at a steady pace. Encouraged by her growing pliancy and her cries of pleasure, I increased the speed. Then instinct took over, because what happened then was for the first time. Things had never got this far with Morika. I leaned right over Susan’s back and buried my teeth into her neck. She cried out, but I could not stop now. The hormone, that would make us mates forever, was now entering her body and I knew that it was both pleasurable and painful.

“Abziarr,” she cried. “I must … I need …”

I knew what she needed and slipped my hand down to her pearl whilst I thrust inside her. As she reached her climax, tightening around me, her upper body collapsed onto the bed. I felt myself coming and threw my head back as I poured into her. Exhausted, I fell to the side, pulling her into my arms. We were both breathing heavily and I could feel her racing heartbeat under my hand.
 

“Are you OK?” I uttered breathlessly.

“Yes,” she replied quietly. “Tired.”

“I know. You’ll sleep for a long time now, Carisha. We had no time to talk about these things. Everything happened much more quickly now than I had planned. I’m sorry if I have to confront you with the facts now, but …”

“It’s not your fault,” she interrupted me. “I left you with no choice. I wanted it.”

“But I still need to explain to you what will happen with you now, because it’s completely different from the way it is with your friend and Marruk. With the Carthians the males and females are cheetah shifters from birth. With the Verkuzzis it’s only the males who are tiger shifters from birth. When a Verkuzzi makes a female his mate, he injects her, during the act, with a hormone that sets the transformation process in motion. You …”

“Hold on,” she interrupted me. “Does that mean that I’m going to become a shape shifter like you?”

“Yes, that’s what it means. You’ll sleep during the first half of the transformation - because when you fall asleep now, you’ll sleep for about three days. After that it’ll take another three days, but they can be very tiring and a little uncomfortable. You’ll have a hugely increased sex drive and if that’s not satisfied, then it’ll be uncomfortable.”

“Oh!” she said. “I understand.”

“Not that I foresee any problem with satisfying your sex drive,” I added, laughing quietly. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

“Of course,” she said, a little sarcastically. “That’s probably every man’s dream – a woman who’s permanently horny.”

“Are you afraid?” I asked quietly. “Or are you angry with me now for …”

“No!” she said sleepily, but assertively. “I just think it’s a shame that I’ve got to sleep for three days now. But I’m really … very … tired.”