Citun’s Storm (12 page)

“Citun?”

The whisper was so tiny he thought he imagined it. He hefted her higher to place his ear by her lips.

“Storm?”

“A female, in a dirt hideout.”

Citun crushed her to him. He stared at Taft who was holding Ashala against his chest. The warrior shook his head no. There were no survivors.

“She was killed by her own males,” Ashala said. “I couldn’t help her. The villagers killed all of their own females.”

Citun kissed each cheek as Storm let tears fall. “I’m taking you home, Storm. You won’t ever need to cry again.”

When Citun walked Storm back to her room she remained quiet. After the blood bath she’d witnessed he didn’t blame her. He wondered if she was traumatized. Citun never had to eradicate an alien for contacting them. Then again, their contacts knew better than to try and make a meal of him and his warriors. He never should have taken Storm into the unknown, assuming he could protect her from anything because of his prowess. She ended up saving him—again.

Once inside her room, she surprised him by throwing herself into his arms. She was sobbing. Citun lifted her to cradle her against his chest. He took her to her room and sat on her bed while stroking her hair. Her sobs turned into small hiccups, and he dried her tears. When she began to speak, she was calm and her tone quiet.

“When I was five, my dad died. My mother thought I needed closure and I did, but I didn’t understand. I freaked out when we got to the gravesite. How could they stick my daddy into a cold, dark hole? They finally buried him with a flashlight so he could see all the treasures we had placed in his casket, and my uncle went to his car and brought back a blanket they used for picnics. He said my daddy could use it to stay warm. That was my closure, knowing he would always see my picture before he went to sleep.

“My mother died right before the world went to crap, thankfully. She suffered a massive heart attack. She was the last person I buried.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. Neither of my parents are alive.”

“So many deaths. I have witnessed so many deaths. No closure, no nothing, always running and hiding when the aliens came. When those aliens were going to kill you, my mind snapped. I have hunted, but will tell only you I cried over every kill. Finally, I followed the Cono on kills. Their females don’t hunt. I guess I’m a hypocrite. I eat meat, but hate to kill for food. When they weren’t trying to kill us, the Cono were gracious, they would leave me an amount large enough to cook and store.

“When I saw the aliens going to kill you, I couldn’t handle my emotions.
No more deaths
was screaming in my thoughts. Then I realized I want no more deaths of those I care for. I was so angry when I jumped in front of you, so scared I would watch you die. When you were safe, and I was still alive, I knew I was given a second chance.” She took one of his hands and kissed his palm. “I’m done hiding. I’m done telling myself I should be somewhere else. I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

“What is it you want, Storm?”

“A life. A planet, a home. You.”

“I can give you three of those things if you give me your first need and trust your life to me.”

“This is my choice. My real choice.”

She wiggled to grip the back of his neck in her hand, and pulled him closer until their lips met. Citun thought their first kiss was amazing, but this time she kissed him in return. She didn’t hold back. She was giving the rest of her life to him. When their kiss ended, she grimaced noting her hand on his chest was now smeared in alien blood.

Citun took her by the wrist and stood. The shower was a power washer, but with him in front of her the droplets sprayed harmlessly across her tender flesh. He turned to rid his chest and belly of blood. When he turned back to face her, his heart hammered noting she was naked. Her stained clothing was off to the side.

She was beautiful; her blue eyes gazed up at him while a small smile played on her rosy lips. No longer were any lush curves hidden from his view. A small flower shaped mark lay nestled against a pure white breast. He traced the mark with his finger.

“A tattoo. My mother’s name was Rose and I wanted to keep her close to my heart. Pictures fade or get lost or destroyed, chains break. All my jewelry is long gone. I can never lose her this way. She is with me forever.”

Storm’s magnitude for loving was crystal clear. If Citun claimed her as he wanted to, he knew there would be an endless depth of feelings. He promised himself he would be worthy of her every single second of every day for the rest of their lives. Getting to know her over the week was pure bliss. She let him into her heart and found her way into his. Citun understood why human females were gifts; they were gifts that gave. He should have seen her emotions were changing toward him. Because she didn’t initiate touching didn’t mean he hadn’t touched her in the best way possible.

He cupped the sides of her face and lifted her to her toes while he ravaged her mouth. The teeming water across his back sluiced over them. He kept her safe. She would always be his to keep safe. The water wasn’t where he wanted her. Storm’s body was to be celebrated, something to explore at his leisure. Every inch of her was to be touched and tasted.

Leaning back, his hand searching behind, he turned the shower off while his mouth maintained his hold on her precious lips. He scooped her into his arms. He was wrong, she wasn’t too small; she was perfect. With quick easy strides he had them in the bedroom, and she landed over him as he dropped to the bed. With a quick twist she was beneath him. His eyes warmed to dry her. Citun was a dominant warrior. When he Holidayed, he was the victor. He knew how to be gentle once a female submitted. There was no battle.

Storm gazed up at him, trusting him. She was no powerhouse female he could grip with super strength to hold in place. His heart pounded when he ran her silky ebony locks through his fingers. Her legs were spread beneath him, waiting his pleasure. He took his knuckle and trailed it down her cheek. Storm didn’t move. There was no growling, no biting, no resistance
whatsoever
. Once he took her there would be no going back. She would be his responsibility, his mate. Any children they had would be his. The emotion was overwhelming.

Mating for life was unheard of in his world until human females entered the picture. Small exquisite entities needing protection year round from the harshness of his world. Citun thought of his planet as the most beautiful place in existence. There were dangers he saw when humans arrived. Nothing was innocuous to humans. Merely tasting water from a pond could kill them. Protectiveness, the likes he never before felt, rampaged and he held her tighter. He wanted this responsibility, more than he wanted anything in his life.

The tip of her cute little nose was tempting, and he kissed her. She smiled and so did he. Beneath him there was a world of excitement, new areas to explore. What he wanted wasn’t just to have a son, the coveted offspring. Storm wouldn’t be walking away into a jungle when they were finished. He wouldn’t be finding another in two years. This was no Holiday. This was his new life. Citun was thrilled.

“I want to see every inch of you, touch everything.” Citun couldn’t contain his enthusiasm.

Storm chuckled. “Well, I hope so.”

The wiggly feeling in his guts consumed him. He could converse with her, understand her. She understood him. Why were the males and females of his kind so different? Storm was so much better than waiting and wondering if he had a son.

“Are you going to make love to me or keep looking at me like you’re a kid with a new bike?”

“Make love. I like those words. They are my favorite words.”

“You’re the biggest male I’ve ever been with so don’t consume me.”

“You’re the smallest female I’ve ever taken.”

“Um, I don’t think that makes me feel less worried.”

Citun shoved up on his hands locking his elbows to gaze down at her. “You’re worried? You don’t look it.”

“Worried doesn’t mean I’m not interested.”

Citun relaxed and lowered back down. “You are so beautiful.”

“Keep talking.”

Citun chuckled at her saucy grin. Her breasts were white in contrast to her tanned skin. They taunted him, the dusty pink nipple cajoled. Every part of her beauty appeared so soft. Zargonnii females had hard breasts with only the nipple being pliable. All Zargonnii male babies remembered suckling, and they remembered when the breast was suddenly taken and the comfort of nursing and cuddling vanished overnight. Most never got the sensation back. He would’ve cuddled a son for a short time, but Storm was forever.

His arms shaking, Citun lowered his head and drew a bud into his mouth. Soon the rest of her breast followed. He had no idea suckling a grown woman while he was a grown warrior would be so exhilarating. There was nothing soothing about this experience. A baby owned his mother’s breast for a short time. Storm’s would be his whenever she was willing to allow him to touch her. His breath heaving, Citun pulled back.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Storm was gazing at him with an odd expression. “Well, that was a first. A thank you.”

“What else do human females like to do?”

“I’d like to see what’s about to invade my insides.”

“Huh?” Citun blinked when she cast her glance to his throbbing cock.

“The water was a bit scary so I was concentrating on hiding behind you.”

“Really? I mean, sure you can look.”

“I plan on doing more than looking.”

Citun sliced his claws into the bedding when her tiny hand reached down and gripped him. Her fingers were wonderfully warm. No female had ever touched his cock with her hand. Ever. If it had been a Zargonnii female he would be scared she would rip it off. Lower Storm shimmied beneath him until her face was near his cock. Citun had heard some human females would suck, but he never really believed that was true. If she did, he wasn’t certain how he would react. Warm breath bathed his tip; it was his only warning.

Holy fuck, my cock’s having a party in her mouth.

Smooth as the finest material, her wet tongue slid the length of him. Citun forgot to breathe. When her lips closed over him, he howled. Unable to stop, he went into battle mode, bigger, stronger; his power consumed him. His mate would do anything for him, to him. He sensed no fear. During a Holiday there was always fear. Domination could be terrifying. That’s when he realized there was fear, his. He must be careful; he must have total control of himself. When her teeth grazed his cock Citun sat up and back keeping his weight from her.

Gazing down on her he knew one wrong move and he would hurt her. During a Holiday, he learned to temper how much control he exercised, how much fear his female experienced geared to aid that control. He was on his own as Storm happily sucked him to death like she would a frozen treat she called a popsicle.

“Storm, you’re killing me,” his tone was ragged and squeezed from his throat.

She stopped for a moment. “You have to be wet. You’re huge everywhere. I’m guessing you never did oral to a female?”

“Me, no, never.”

“If this submarines going to fit you need to make me so hot I can’t stand the thought of you
not
entering me.”

Citun gripped her under her arms before she could kick his cock’s ass again. He dove face first into her breasts. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do but he did it. A few raged breaths and he slipped from battle mode. He couldn’t touch her with his razor claws. He lowered his hand to her mound and delved between her legs. A female Zargonnii would be trying to kill him for the invasion. All Storm said was to add another finger. She wanted him to do this. She wanted him to touch her everywhere.

For a second he was worried she was so tight. He’d taken a female who had never been with a male. But that female was screaming in his ear. Both he and the female wanted an offspring. The act, though fierce, was consensual. Rape had been explained to Citun by a human female. The idea was confusing to him at first until the female told him with rape it wasn’t consensual, there was no coveted offspring. The idea was appalling. If a female didn’t want a male, she wouldn’t initiate a battle. She would move off. It was always her choice. A warrior was so sexually excited Citun had never heard of any warrior refusing any female.

Citun remembered she wanted him to make her hot. He removed his fingers from her heat and lowered until his face was between her thighs. Female scent invaded his pores. A female, his female was right there, before his eyes open and exposed. His first taste of her was ambrosia. She shuddered and held still. The tip of his tongue lapped her folds before delving within. His gaze discovered a tiny bud he played with.

Writhing beneath him she cried out while his tongue and fingers invaded her. Citun wanted to stay this way forever but his cock was demanding a release. He groaned as his taste buds and dick battled with the need to be inside her. He wished there was a way to satisfy both.

Storm was calling his name. She began to pull on his arms. She encouraged him to enter her. Not a single mention of a child came from her lips or his. The idea was baffling, wonderful. With reluctance he dragged his mouth from her. Thankfully, her sweetness danced across his tongue.

Rising over her, Citun pressed his cock against her heat. Slow and steady, he eased within her. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he had no choice but to plunge deep. Storm screamed, arching her back but still he sensed no fear. She was tight, hot, and wet. Citun had gotten her that way. The amazement washed over him. He could make love; he wanted to make love. His cock wanted to batter into her until it exploded.

Gripping her to him Citun plunged and retreated until he sensed her exhaustion. A Zargonnii male could Holiday repeatedly for hours. The warriors had only two weeks to make an offspring. Their females were as robust as they. Storm wasn’t. He wanted to bellow his frustration; he could keep this pace for hours. Storm begged him to come. She leaned up and bit him. Her little white flat teeth did no damage, to where she bit. But it did come with a physical rebuttal. Defiance was immediately met with dominance; it was the way a warrior was wired. The emotion was programed into his species.