Embracing Emily (#7 Warriors of Kelon) (8 page)

Something clattered to the ground, but he didn’t care. He lifted her in his arms, breaking the kiss to lick down her throat to her neck.

“Oh, God, yes, Vallarr, yes, please. I want you; I want this!” Her breathless pleas spurred him on, everything else forgotten while he carried her into her bedroom.

She wanted this, wanted him. Nothing was going to stop him this time from taking her.
Mine!

Emily’s head buzzed with the euphoric sensations of Vallarr’s tongue sliding against her throat. Her feet lowered and she slid down his body.

Not even making it to the bed, he pushed her against the wall, claiming her lips in another soul-stripping kiss, making her head spin. His hands were everywhere, tearing at her clothing, stripping her faster than she could have stripped herself. His hands, hot and demanding, forced her to his will. Emily was more than willing, loving every second of it, and utterly lost in the maelstrom of his passion. It never entered her mind he could go too far, or ever hurt her.

Kelons were dominant by nature and oh, so strong. All she did and wanted to do was surrender herself.

Her top fluttered to the floor followed by her bra, her skirt, and panties pushed down in one sweep.

She gasped when he lifted her again, tossing her onto the bed before crawling over her. His hands slid over her breasts, cupping them, tenderly squeezing. His forefinger and thumb closed in around the hardened points and squeezed.

A sharp jolt shot through her body; there was a neural pathway from her nipples directly to her clit.

His mouth replaced one hand, closing in around her left breast. She could barely make out his mutterings. “Soft, so beautiful, mine, mine, more.”

He sucked and flicked his tongue over the engorged points, making her clit pulse and her insides react with involuntary spasms. More moisture flooded between her thighs while he toyed and explored her body.

His breathing was heavy as he pulled back, making her cry out for the loss of his touch. He growled low, tearing at his clothing.

Her eyes widened, seeing him pull off his top; she caught sight of his scars for the first time—only the ones she could see running down his side, and she knew more ran over his back. Tears welled up in her eyes while she peered up at him.

Oh, how he must have suffered. She needed to do this more than ever, to love him, to show him how much he mattered to her.

He paused, a moment of clarity passing over his clouded face, and he glanced to his side, realising where her gaze lay. He stiffened and she saw the heartbreaking vulnerability in his eyes. She pushed herself up and reached for him, throwing her arms around his neck, licking and nibbing a path up his chin while he sat rigid.

“Don’t stop now, my big warrior. I want you more than anything. Big, strong and so sexy, you turn me on so much.”

He exhaled his held breath and before she could blink, she was flat on her back, his knee between her legs, pushing them wide, giving him access to her most private part. His hand skimmed down her rounded belly.

It thrilled her to see the sheer pleasure on his face. She didn’t need his words to tell her he found her curves sexy and a turn-on.

She squirmed when his fingers slid through her curls and along her drenched nether lips; he stroked, not attempting entry, but teasing, making her widen her legs in a silent plea.

The air felt thick, permeated with heady scent of their combined arousals. His fingers slid deeper, searching for and finding her clit.

A growl rumbled from his chest as he pressed down. She hissed, her hips lifting off the bed. He stilled and she pried her eyes open to see him watching her. With two fingers this time, he took hold of the bud, rolling it between his fingers, making her gasp and pant.

“You are sensitive here.”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

In reality, every evening he’d sat at her table had been a long, drawn out silent foreplay—she was more than wet and ready for him.

His thick finger breached her passage, sinking in deep, yet she couldn’t break his gaze, staring back while he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her.

“Emily, have you ever?”

Shaking, she hurriedly shook her head, managing to counter. “Have you?”

He shook his own head, a frown forming “You know, I cannot claim you.”

She knew this, knew it from the start, but it hasn’t stopped her going after what she wanted. Him. The backlash of them being together beyond lovers...this was not the time to think of such things.

“I know, please don’t stop. Let us have the here and now.” Her plea sounded pathetic and needy, but hell, she was.

If it made her weak in his eyes, so be it.

“I can’t become pregnant, I’m on the pill. It’s a human contraceptive which stops women having babies.”

He nodded, closed his eyes and pressed his forehead plate against her softer, human forehead, and she knew he surrendered to the powerful connection between them.

Another finger added to his first and everything else fell from her mind while he pushed in and out, his thumb flicking over her clit with each plunge. Her body shook with the pleasure building deep within, her breath laboured when he dropped his head, taking her right breast into his mouth and sucking hard at the straining point. The pain mixed with pleasure tipped her over into utter bliss, and she cried out while she quaked and trembled.

Removing his fingers, she felt him move over her and her mind struggled to recover. She pried her leaden eyelids open, catching a glimpse of his heavy cock, fully erect like a piece of carved ivory with a large, plum purple head and two slits instead of one, sliding between her open thighs. She felt the head glide across the mouth of her pussy and down between her lips, sitting at the head of her entrance.

She forced herself to relax, knowing the next part would probably hurt more than her mother told her it would. He pushed several inches into her body, nudging up against her barrier. She gasped for air, her mind in the grips of some primal emotions, knowing she chose the right one; Vallarr is the perfect man for this moment, to transition her from girl to woman.

His thick head pushed forward tearing the membrane, that had marked her untouched, and she panted against the pain. He tried to pull away, but she grabbed him around the neck, pulling him back.

“Don’t you dare. I want you in me!” she hissed.

Suddenly, his hips jerked forward, his cock forcing its way through the barrier, burying half his length inside her.

Her body and lungs seized with the excruciating pain ripping through her lower body.

It will get better, it will get better.
She willed, struggling not to portray her discomfort to him. Vallarr must have sensed it, for he stopped, remaining still, his chest heaving in laboured breaths. She felt the strain of his muscles under her hands.

The pain did ease after a long moment. She wiggled her hips experimentally and the feeling of discomfort from being so full gave way to pleasure. Groans tumbled from his chest with her movements.

“More, Vallarr, please.”

He shifted, pulling out only to thrust harder, this time not stopping till her body sheathed him completely. Oh, God, the sensations made her lower abdomen clench, her walls ripple around his cock.

Vallarr growled and lost control. He thrust wildly, the power of them causing an almost violent reaction in her body with her lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. One hand cupped her breast while the other held her close as he pushed toward his own completion.

Her hips shifted with his every move; her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open as she panted and moaned. Her whole being centred on his huge cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Spinning out of control, she clawed at his back and wrapped her good leg around him as far as it would go while the new, deeper pressure built within, then burst free like an exploding dam.

Vallarr jerked and shook; she felt his cock erupting with a flood of seed, emptying into her. She bit down on her fist, muffling her scream as she came and kept coming, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around his cock, milking him of everything.

Suddenly, the room was quiet of everything, but heavy breathing. Vallarr collapsed forward, his heavy weight briefly almost crushing her. He gathered her in his arms, rolling their sweaty bodies, his cock slipping from her body at the move, making them both groan.

She lay listening to the pounding of his heart, feeling her own sliding away. Her body relaxed, sated in a way she never thought possible.

“Did I hurt? Do you regret?” She felt his chest rumble, tickling her ribs.

Puzzled, she lifted her head, meeting his dark, worried gaze. She smiled softly and sweetly at him.

“Not hurt. I feel wonderful. With you, Vallarr, I will never regret anything. You are an amazing man, now and always.”

Yes, she has fallen in love with her big, scarred warrior. Her heart would never be the same, but she was not going to wallow in the self-pity of whatnots and what ifs.

* * * *

I am a damned fool!
It didn’t matter he did not say the words, Vallarr’s every sense screamed. She was his—marked by him, claimed by him. Why did he open his mouth to insult her, proclaiming he could not claim her?

She gave him the sweetest of gifts—herself. Utterly selfless, her compassion and inner beauty knew no bounds. His fellow Kelons would kill him if they knew what he did, taken her like a man dying from thirst on his planet's sand-covered surface. He was not able to help himself.

Can I walk away from her?

No, never!
His heart knew, she was seared more in his soul than the scars on his body. His arms tightened around her while she slept, a peaceful smile on her pretty pink lips.
Mine forever
.

Once this assignment was over, he would ask her to come with him and properly claim her before everyone. Until then, their new relationship would have to be kept in the shadows.

What if she discovers your shame? She will hate you, reject you.
His chest ached as he tried to block out the thoughts and images of the dead bodies, the carnage.
I killed them, I killed them all.

She stirred, lifting her head from his chest as her sleepy, worried eyes met him. “Honey, you're shaking.”

Her hand lifted to stroke along his jaw. “It’s okay, you’re here with me, remember.”

Words caught in his throat, so he nodded, running his hand down her back. By Elron, he would never get enough of touching her, the feel of her soft skin under his hand and fingertips.

After several deep, calming breaths, his shaking subsided. The attack was mild this time. She was here to calm him, to soothe him.

My corami.
My love.

“I am okay.” His English was slow as he pronounced each word with care. “Sleep, my beauty.”

“Hmmm.” She nestled back against him. “'S’okay.” He felt her breathing even out as she again fell asleep.

Keep her tight in your arms, closer to your heart and the rest of the world out.

Vallarr must have snuck out sometime during the early morning. It didn’t matter. Emily rolled over and slammed her palm over her alarm clock. She felt like a new woman, so alive—until she moved to get up and winced.

‘
Ouch.
’ Her body ached, her sex tender, not that she minded in the slightest. First time sex. She grinned like an idiot. Every twinge today would remind her of what an amazing lover Vallarr was. She was almost unable to believe Kelon men didn’t engage in sexual relations until they mated, as he knew just where to touch her to bring her the most pleasure. She would have to ask him how they knew what to do.

Not that they were mated. He went ‘Earth native’, engaging in sex for recreation. She pulled herself up, noticing her crutch by the side table. He must have put it there, knowing she would need it.

He didn’t let her slight disability get in the way and she loved this about him. She giggled as she made her way into the bathroom, turning on the tap to the shower. So this was what being in love felt like.

Crap
. Her smile fell. Undeniable, she should have realised there was no possible way of keeping her body and heart separate. She simply cared too much. From the moment he made her jump out of her skin and her heart pound walking into her classroom, she started to fall.

‘When I find the love of my life, I’ll bring him around for dinner, I promise.’

How was her dad going to take this news—the love of her life is a Kelon warrior? No doubt, he would not be happy
his
match making efforts didn’t go according to his plans.

Gawd, what a mess
. There was no hurry to tell anyone about Vallarr though, or how she felt about the wonderful, strong, sexy....Mmmm.

Ouch
. The hot water hit her naked body, snapping out of her drifting. No reason to tell anyone.

What if he never wants to tell anyone? Don’t rush him, don’t scare him off
.

For now, she would simply enjoy him and the wonderful floaty feeling inside.

She dressed just in time, her hair hung around her shoulders still damp, but it didn’t matter. A thump came at the door. She grabbed her handbag and hobbled over.

“Wow, royal treatment?” She bit back her laugh at the three Kelons standing behind Lieutenant Simmons.

“I couldn’t get them to stay in the car,” he grumped. “Seems you need an honour guard.”

Jyl pushed Simmons aside. “May I?” His English was clear and crisp, his hand outstretched.

Her eyes met Vallarr who did nothing, but scowl at the Commander's back.
He’s jealous.
A thrill ran through her, knowing he cared.

“Your English is improving, and yes, you may.” She put her hand into his, thinking he would help her to the Hummer sitting out front.

No, the Commander bent, sweeping her off her feet and making her gasp in surprise.

“Jyl, you don’t have to carry me!”

“It is...what word...delight? Yes, my delight!”