Paige's Warriors (Bondmates Book 3) (13 page)

The merest flicker of his tongue over that little bud had Paige grinding against his mouth, muttering nonsense that he had no hope of understanding other than the words, ‘God, amazing, more’. She was so expressive with her movements and words, a result of living in a world where there were few psychic connections between people. Their communication had been limited to five senses instead of the Kadothians’ six. It was that sixth sense that his kiss would awaken in her body, the result of the chemicals in his blood working on her brain.

A fresh rush of her cream met his questing tongue as he began to lick the entrance to her body, and he tried to distract himself from his carnal need to claim her. Women of the Bel’Tan galaxy only had abundant liquid arousal like this when they were in heat, and his body reacted to it like Paige was in her fertile period, even though she wasn’t. That triggered his drive to put his scent all over her, and while licking her did accomplish that, he wanted more. Unfortunately, one thrust of his tongue inside of her small sheath reaffirmed the fact that she’d have to be stretched before taking him.

As he thrust his tongue into her the slick muscles of her sheath grabbed at him, doing this ripple that he knew would feel amazing once he was inside of her.

“Tren, I want to see you cum,” Paige said in an erotic whimper.

Not bothering to answer her, he merely flipped her around so she faced his erection and nearly bit her when she leaned forward and began to lick him.

“Lord of Life,” he growled against her folds. “Woman, have mercy.”

“Come for me,” his little Matriarch purred. “I can feel how much you need to release.”

With a start, he realized his shields had fallen a bit, allowing the very surface of their minds to brush together. As he reached out he thrust his hips slowly toward her waiting mouth, only able to fit a third of his length into her silken heat. She grasped the rest of his shaft with two hands and began to pump while licking him. Arching beneath her, he buried his face in her sex and began to suck on the small nub between her legs. They worked each other in perfect rhythm, Paige’s moans mixing with growls. Soon she was rubbing herself against his mouth and begging for his cock inside of her.

The temptation to slide into her hot, willing flesh was great, but instead he pressed a finger inside of her and was rewarded after three firm strokes with her climax.

She screamed then stiffened above him, her legs locking over his face while her body twitched and shivered.

He reached down and gripped his cock, jacking himself off as her pleasure scorched him. The vibrations shook his fist as his pleasure ridges engaged, and he roared as he emptied himself on the side of her face and shoulder. Paige still twitched, her open pussy resting on his chest, her small body resting gently atop him. The swollen state of her sex had him hardening in an instant and he lifted her in his arms, ignoring her groan of protest.

“I’m tired. Let’s take a nap.”

Smiling to himself, he clutched his sweaty, come covered bride to his chest. “Let me clean you, then we will sleep.”

Her belly growled and he amended that plan.

After he explained how to use the various things in the bathroom she might be unfamiliar with, he led a very sleepy Paige into the dust shower.

“Close your eyes and hold your breath.”

Leaning fully against him, with her arms around his waist, she lazily rubbed her breasts against his abdomen, not helping his body calm down in the least. “This is a dust shower, you will be sprayed with ultra-fine cleansing particles. If it gets in your eyes it will not damage them, but it will sting, and it does not taste good-at all. Stand with your legs spread and your arms held out.”

“Got it.” She held her breath and scrunched her face up in an adorable manner that almost made Tren laugh as they were quickly cleaned.

After a blast of hot hair from all sides dried them then he led his stumbling bride from the cubicle.

“Wow, that was amazing,” Paige said as she looked in the mirror and finger combed her hair, lifting her breasts in the most pleasing manner. “It looks better than I’ve ever seen it. So shiny.”

“Your hair is beautiful and your skin has a subtle glimmer like moonlight on the lighting mist.”

“The lightning what?”

“Computer, show me a sample of lightning mist. Visual, with muted audio.”

At his command the mirror over the sink turned into a recording of the beautiful, but deadly, lighting mists of Mandahar Bay. They were golden, pink, and a pale orange that softly swirled together, but did not mix. Occasionally there was an electrical reaction between the different colors of mist that resulted in a faint shimmer of sparks, followed by an arching zap of electrostatic electricity. Sharp cracks came from the lighting arches, the sound distorted by distance. This part of the massive Bay that led into the ocean was completely devoid of life on the surface, but teeming with native animals beneath who fed on the electrical charge above.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her gaze following the ocean rippling beneath the mist, reflecting it’s colors even as night fell above, nine moons in various stages on the horizon. “Oh, Tren, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“We could go there, but it would have to be the old fashioned way, using currents and a protected craft. Electronics do not work anywhere near the lightning mist and because it roves, there is no sure way to avoid it.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“It is, made all the more so by the men and women who make their homes there.”

“They live in the mist?” She leaned forward over the sink, her gaze searching the image before her as if she could somehow make out a person among all the flash and glitter.

“They survive there. People hide in the mist for two reasons, because society has shunned them, or they have shunned society. Either way, they do not look fondly on visitors.”

“Yeah, I think I’m going to pass on that.”

“I do not understand.”

“I mean I’d rather not take a vacation to a very pretty place where I’d get abducted by pirates or electrocuted by a fairy cloud.”

Chuckling softly at her pensive and worried tone, he said, “Computer, return to reflect.”

The image of them standing together filled the surface again and Paige lifted her gaze to meet his, then slowly smiled. “I look like a doll next to you.”

Unable to help himself, he curved his body around hers and watched her in the mirror. She barely reached his nipples and as he put his arms around her, he again worried that she would be hurt by their mating. Truly, he was large for a Kadothian male and she appeared terribly fragile against his dark bulk. Yes, he would be able to use their growing bond to monitor her arousal, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t lose themselves in their passion and he’d accidentally hurt her.

“Why are you frowning?” Paige asked with a yawn, snuggling into him with a little humming purr.

“I worry that I will hurt you when we mate. You are so tiny. Perhaps it would be best to have you grow larger before we attempt it. The growth regime only takes one day and you will gain close to a foot in height. You will be very hungry and will need to eat special nutrients to sustain your growth, and you will sleep a great deal, but it would honor me to be able to care for you during that time. I promise you, it will not be painful, only tiring.”

Abruptly the sleepy look left her face and she stared at him in the mirror. “Wait-growth regime? What are you talking about?”

“Earth women are sometimes too small to bear Kadothian children, so they are put on a growth regime that turns on the parts of the brain that tell the body to keep growing. It is not harmful, it has been done with hundreds of thousands of Earth women, but it is taxing. I was going to wait until after we were mated to suggest you go through the procedure, but after having my tongue in you, I fear I will hurt you.”

She tugged out of his grasp, abruptly crossing her arms over her breasts as if to hide them from him. “Hold on, let me make sure I understand what you’re saying. Because I’m smaller than you, I should go through some kind of crazy experiment where my body gains a foot in height? So I’ll be six feet tall instead of five-feet tall?”

“Yes. You will also gain muscle mass accordingly.”

She shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Tren, you want to change me! I mean
really
change me.”

“No, I do not wish to change anything about you. You are perfect to me, Paige.”

“Then why do you want me to grow a foot?”

Her agitation and unhappiness irritated him and he easily picked her up by her waist and set her on the counter, nude.

Next he pushed her back so her upper shoulders were leaning against the mirror and moved between her legs. His cock, aroused and ready to service his
alyah
, stood hard and full. He stepped closer, holding her hip with one hand while he placed the length of his erection against her mound and lower belly. With his balls resting against her warm and damp slit, he shuddered and fought past the sensation.

“Look.”

She glared at him, trying to wiggle away. “Get off me.”

“Paige, look down, look at us.”

She did then blushed and returned her narrowed blue eyes to his. “So?”

“So, your pussy is not an endless cave inside of your body.”

“Did you just refer to my pussy as a cave?” she snarled even as her hips stopped fighting him and started pressing back.

Thrown off by the way she was rubbing herself against him, he struggled to maintain his focus. “Paige, if I entered you all the way, I would tear you up. Look.”

She did again, this time with a clearer gaze, then gasped. “You’d be screwing my esophagus.”

He wasn’t sure what she meant, but the way she was now giving his cock a horrified look made him wish he’d never started this conversation. “Please, do not be scared. With the added size to your body you will be able to handle me without an issue.”

“I think I need to grow two feet to handle this monster,” she sighed as she began to pet his cock. “I mean- I know I was up close and personal with him, I just didn’t really get how big you actually are compared to me. It doesn’t hurt? The growth thingy?”

“The growth regime, no it does not. You may have some slight aches and growing pains, but you will be medicated and monitored the entire time so you do not feel discomfort. It will take you some time to adjust to your larger frame, you will be clumsy for a while, but soon you won’t feel any different than you ever have in your body.”

“Wow,” Paige muttered. “How the hell am I going to explain my sudden growth spurt to my friends.”

Lord of Life’s balls, he didn’t want to have this conversation in the bathroom. He’d been dreading this part, where she learned the price of being his bondmate. True, she didn’t have any living family that she was close to keeping her on Earth, but he was aware that it was her home planet, something she’d never even thought of leaving. And the fact that she couldn’t go home and visit because of the danger of the wormhole closing and trapping her there. Once Paige became his Matriarch and they had their bonding ceremony, she would become one of the greatest assets the Kadothian Empire had and they would not risk her by letting her stay on Earth.

“Come, let us have this discussion in bed.”

She started to argue, but her swept her into his arms and carried her into their sleep quarters across from the bathroom. This room was done in the style of her Matriarch’s palace, pale wood, clean cream stone floors, and curving, white walls decorated with elaborate glass mosaics. Paintings and statues of exquisite beauty adorned the room and one wall held a holograph of the balcony off her sleeping quarters. The artists living in his territory had worked hard to make her Palace something she could be proud of and as Paige let out a little gasp of pleasure he smiled.

The room was only lit by the fake sunset streaming through the windows and large, embellished bronze bowls filled with orange and red flames burned in the corners of the room. The actual room on the Reaping ship was one fourth the size of the real room with the holographic walls providing a false sense of space. To their left an enormous blue wood bed pressed against the vast, empty wall above it. That space was reserved for Paige’s bonding cloaks, the symbols of adoration and protection every Kadothian warrior gave to his bride. The cloak Tren had waiting for Paige was made of
mulong
scales, the iridescent skin of the giant ocean predator that Tren had hunted in the old way, by hand. It had almost cost him his life, but looking at Paige he knew every second of the pain he’d endured during the battle was worth it.

She smiled at him so bright it took his breath. “Wow, it’s a princess room.”

“It is a smaller version of our bedroom on Kadothia.”

“It’s so pretty!” She started towards the balcony, then stopped with a laugh, totally unashamed of her nudity before halting abruptly. “Crap, I forget it’s not real.”

Moving over to the bed, he took a seat then held out his hand. “Paige, come here. There are some things we must discuss.”

The smile dropped off of her face, but she took his hand and allowed him to pull her onto the bed. She shivered and he mentally scolded himself for forgetting that Earth women got colder easier than Kadothians. He gathered a pale blue
frika
fur blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped her up in it. Right away she snuggled into the velvety soft blanket, smiling up at him again as he lay down next to her with his head propped up on his hand.