New Species 13 Smiley (15 page)

He rumbled again, creating vibrations. She clawed at the
carpet, forgetting how to breathe. He closed his mouth around that tiny area
and applied more pressure with his tongue, rubbing it back and forth.

Vanni moaned. “Oh god.”

That seemed to encourage him because he grew more
aggressive. His mouth clamped down firmly and he sucked on her clit. His tongue
pushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves without mercy. Vanni thrashed her
head and had to use her hand to cover her mouth to muffle the sounds she made.
She felt as if he’d hooked her to a live electrical wire.

She began to perspire and she tingled all over. Her nipples
beaded and the shirt rubbed against them as she writhed on the carpet. They
were super sensitive. It was too much, too intense. The urge hit her to slam
her legs closed and she tried but Smiley kept them open. He continued to play
with her until her back arched and she wondered if she’d snap her spine.

She didn’t care at that moment. She lost the ability of
thought and then she was being crushed from her center outward as she climaxed.
Her body jerked violently with each spasm and her hand couldn’t muffle the
noises that came out of her.

Smiley released her thighs and climbed up her. He shoved her
hand out of the way and his mouth covered hers, smothering her cries. He kept
his weight off her so he wouldn’t crush her under him. She continued to twitch
until she stopped coming.

Vanni kept her eyes closed, trying to regain some semblance
of reality. Smiley continued to kiss her. His kiss was more aggressive than her
more sluggish response. She still reeled from what he’d made her experience.
Her limbs felt heavy. She realized her legs were still spread apart and his
jeans were pressed firmly against her inner thighs. She managed to reach up
though, and wrap her arms around his shoulders.

Smiley broke the kiss and groaned. That opened her eyes and
she stared at him. His expression seemed a bit harsh. She studied him and knew
it wasn’t from anger. He looked hungry and a little wild. His breathing was
almost as erratic as hers.

“I need you. Say yes.”

She nodded.

He shifted a little and reached between them. He had to lift
his hips away to get the zipper of his jeans down. It was a distinctive sound
in the room. He wiggled a little and then lowered.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

She bent them up and her calves rested on his ass. He
shifted closer and she couldn’t look away from him when his cock nudged her
sex. She was wet but he felt so big as he pushed against her. The sensation of
him entering her made her moan.

“So damn tight,” he rasped. “So wet. Your pussy is clamped
around me almost painfully.”

No guy had ever spoken to her that way before but she liked
it. It made her feel sexy and she loved watching the way his beautiful eyes
narrowed and his lips parted, showing his fangs. The tips of them reminded her
of when he’d nipped her shoulder. She turned her head a little to give him
access to her neck if he wanted it.

“Relax, babe. Your muscles are still clenched. I don’t want
to have to fight my way inside. I’m afraid I’m going to tear you.”

She had to force her body to do as he asked. He slid in
deeper, filling her more. She felt stretched to the limit but he wasn’t done.
Smiley rolled his hips and sank more of the thick girth of his cock inside her
body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the way they fit together. He withdrew a
little and pushed back in, riding her slowly.

“Oh god.” She clutched at his back, finding bare skin around
his tank top. Her nails dug in a little but she tried not to draw blood. He
just felt too good.

“I have control.” He took a deep breath. “I have control. I
have control.”

“I believe you.”

He buried his face against her neck. “I’m convincing myself.
Slow and steady.”

That was how he moved on top of her. She moaned and lifted
her legs higher, digging her heels into his firm ass. The muscles flexed with
every thrust and he adjusted his hips, hitting a new spot. She moaned louder,
clinging to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

He brushed kisses along the column of her throat and then he
bit down on her shoulder. It didn’t hurt but the slight bite had a wonderful
effect on her body. The pleasure built until another climax struck. It wasn’t
as intense at the first one but it left her moaning his name and twitching.

Smiley released her neck from his teeth and sucked in a
sharp breath. He snarled something she couldn’t understand then drove into her
faster. She felt him come, his shaft pulsing like a heartbeat against her
vaginal walls. He stilled his hips and panted with her.

Smiley’s hand brushed her cheek and she opened her eyes to
find him staring at her.

“Did I hurt you?” He kept caressing her.

“No.”

He smiled. “We’ll work this out.”

“Work what out?”

“Breaking you of your shyness.” He laughed. “You liked
showing me your sex, didn’t you? Do you see what you’ve missed?”

She tried to look away but he moved his face with her. She
had no choice but to meet his gaze again. He waited for an answer so she gave
him one. “I liked that a lot.”

“Liked? I’ll have to try harder. You said you only want a
male to touch you when you feel love. I’ll get you there.”

She closed her eyes. He wanted her to love the sex but she
was afraid she was going to fall
in
love with him. Her heart and body
were connected. It was a package deal with her.

“Vanni? Look at me.” He kept hold of her face but stopped
brushing his thumb along her cheek.

She couldn’t resist. His smile had vanished and the
seriousness of his gaze held her full attention.

“That was apparently a bad joke. I meant to put you at ease.
As I said, we will work this out. I want it too. There’s something powerful
between us.”

“Your muscles?” She could try humor too.

His lips twitched. “You look tired.”

“I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Nor did I. We need a nap.”

She nodded.

He slowly withdrew from her body. She hated the separation.
The second he was off her though, she frantically shoved her shirt down to
cover her lower half. Vanni sat up and reached for the edge of the couch to
stand but Smiley gripped her hand instead. She looked up at him. He’d tugged
his pants up but they weren’t zipped. The V of skin showing was an attention
getter.

He pulled her to her feet and then surprised her by letting
her hand go as he bent. One of his arms wrapped around her back and he hooked
her behind her knees, just scooping her up as he straightened.

“I’m sleeping with you.” He turned with her in his arms. “We
just shared sex and all I want to do now is strip us both naked and hold you
close.”

She put her arm around his neck and didn’t protest. He
carried her down the hallway into the bedroom. “How did you know I picked this
one?”

“Scent. I’d know yours anywhere.”

Vanni bit her lip and said nothing. It was a strange thing
but he was New Species. He gently set her on the bed and stood. He tore his
tank top off and then shoved his jeans down. She stared at his body, a little
in awe. Every ripple of muscle displayed on his arms, chest, and stomach were
testament to how fit he was.

“Jeez.”

Smiley froze. “What’s wrong?”

“Your body is perfect.”

He blinked at her a few times. “No.” He turned around.

Faint scars marred his lower spine. She was on her feet and
reaching her trembling hand outward before she gave it any thought. Smiley
peered at her over his shoulder. She jerked her fingertips away, worried he
might not want her to do that.

“You can touch me anywhere.” He seemed to guess her
thoughts. “They don’t hurt.”

She traced one of the thicker ones. “How did you get these?”

“I killed one of the technicians and this was my punishment.
They whipped me. It was worth it. He abused females.”

Horror washed through her. “Oh Smiley.”

He spun to face her. “I’m not perfect. That’s why I showed
you those. I’ve had to kill to survive or to make certain others of my kind
survived.” A muscle in his jaw jerked. “Do you want me to leave?”

She shook her head. “No. Why would you even ask that?”

“The look in your eyes. You’re revolted.”

“By what was done to you. Not anything else.”

He reached out and took her hand, stroking the back of it
with his thumb. “It’s important that you know the real me. I usually have a
good temperament but I will kill to protect those I care for. I’d kill for you.”

Her knees felt a little weak. She may have swayed a little
on her feet because Smiley took a step closer and wrapped his arm around her
waist, helping to steady her. No man had ever said those words to her but she
could tell he meant them.

“I’d never hurt you though. I never want you to be afraid of
me.”

“I’m not.”

“Good. Your opinion of me is important. I don’t want any
lies between us, Vanni. I want you to accept me for who I am, instead of just
showing you the better sides of me. I try to be the best male I can be but I
have flaws. Everyone does.”

“I know I do,” she admitted.

He grinned. “Tell me a few.”

“Beth tells me I’m too trusting because I don’t want to be
one of those negative people who always look for deceit in others. My older
sister is like that and she’s a downer. I always look for bright sides.”

“I think that’s a good trait.”

“I didn’t see what a liar Carl was.”

He scowled. “That male didn’t deserve you.”

“Thank you.”

He jerked his head toward the bed. “Let’s rest.” He released
her and gently nudged her closer to it. “Take everything off.”

She hesitated but then tore the shirt over her head. It was
probably the fastest she’d ever climbed under the covers in her life. Smiley
might have some scars but he did have a perfect body otherwise. It made her
more aware of her flaws. She peered at him while he went to the curtains and
pulled the thick drapes closed to block out a lot of the light. He approached
the bed and climbed in.

“Come here. I want to hold you.” He lay on his back and
opened his arms.

She had rarely shared a bed with a man. Her first boyfriend
and she had discussed living together but he’d kept putting it off. Later she’d
discovered he’d been a cheating bastard who was afraid she’d figure it out if
they shared a home. Carl had wanted to wait until after the wedding to live
together. She inched closer.

Smiley pulled her against his side until she rested her head
on his chest and his arm curled along her back, his fingers stroking her hip
under the covers. His chin rested on the top of her head. “I like this.”

“Me too,” she admitted.

Vanni was in his arms and she felt right. Smiley breathed in
her scent, making a mental note to ask her for her bath-product preferences. He
liked her other shampoo better but the one she wore was nice too. Her skin was
soft where he stroked her and he shifted his legs, trapping his hardening dick
between his thighs.

She looked exhausted. The reason behind it made him angry.
The Woods Church, her ex-male and his father would pay for what they’d done to
her. He tugged down the covers a little after her breathing assured him she
slept and got a good look at her back. He’d just caught a glimpse of it when
she’d removed the shirt and practically dived into bed.

Rage rose in him. Her pale skin was marred with multicolored
bruises. All Species had experience with being Tasered and it wasn’t pleasant.
She was too fragile and the male responsible would feel far greater pain if he
ever got his hands on him. He planned to talk to Justice and go over everything
he’d learned from her so she wouldn’t have to deal with the trauma of telling
it again. Smiley swore silently to be there when the task force teams brought
in the ones who’d hurt his Vanni.

He regretted the faint bruises he’d glimpsed on her ass. His
actions had put them there and he made a mental note to be more careful the
next time he lifted her in his arms. Avoiding anything that might hurt her in
any way was a top priority.

My Vanni
. He closed his eyes. None of the symptoms
were there that other males had warned him about. He liked her scent but didn’t
feel addicted. He’d managed to keep quiet regardless of how good the sex was
and it was the best. He did feel protective of her but flashes of memory of the
night at the hotel haunted him. She’d been terrified and dependent on him to
help her. That had bonded them.

He still wanted her for a mate. He opened his eyes and
stared at the ceiling. They were different but they could make it work. He was
motivated. She had obviously been ready to settle down with a mate since she’d
agreed to marry Carl. He hated even to
think
the male’s name. Smiley
would make a far better mate than that abusive human.

Guilt also surfaced. He’d had an opportunity to tell Vanni
that she might be pregnant when she’d remarked that everyone was aware Species
couldn’t breed. He should have informed her that was not correct but had been
afraid it would remind her of the Woods Church’s accusations against the NSO.
She wouldn’t be sleeping in his arms after sharing sex if he had. The last
thing he needed was for her to avoid him. He also wouldn’t have taken her on
the floor if he’d seen her bruised back beforehand. He hoped that hadn’t been
uncomfortable for her.

He sniffed at her again, hunting for any telling signs of
pregnancy but detected none, though his sense of smell wasn’t as good as a
canine’s. It would be better if he could talk her into going to Medical. They
could tell with tests faster than a change in her scent would. He pondered how
she would take the news if she did carry his child. He’d mate her for sure if
that were the case but even without a pregnancy, he still wanted to claim and
keep her.