Sheala (9 page)

When he stopped next to the bunk, she snaked her tail around his calf.

He choked.

Lifting her hand, she smiled. “Not what you’d expect from the typical Gattan maiden?”

Falling to his knees, he took her hand, turned it over, and kissed her palm. His tongue followed his lips.

Sheala squirmed. What a tongue! The pearl necklace rolled across her body as her nipples hardened even more.

Dropping her hand, he rose to his feet and pulled off his vest. His belt thunked to the floor. He’d removed his boots before he came back into his quarters. When his hands slid to the waistband of his trousers, Sheala sucked in her breath, her gaze glued to the long, hard erection outlined against his leather pants.

Marljas had begun to ease his trousers down when he saw the eagerness flash in Sheala’s eyes. He ached to possess her, but he forced himself to slow down. Sheala might technically be a virgin, but she was Drakian. From what she’d said about a sexual instructor—in his mind he snarled at the thought of another man touching her intimately—she probably had more sexual experience than he did. She’d quickly mastered him the day he and Ban had dueled. Her hot mouth had sucked all his self-control from him. Tonight, he wanted
her
mindless with passion.

Leaving his trousers hugging his hips, Marljas sat down on the bunk next to her.

Her gaze leaped to his face. “What’s wrong…?”

“Shhhh. I don’t want to rush,
Cheta
.”

“But…”

Marljas didn’t give her a chance to continue. Leaning over, he covered her mouth with his, his tongue thrusting and mating with hers.

Moving restlessly, she moaned low in her throat.

Lifting his head, he smiled. “Your skin is so soft.” He trailed a finger over her collarbone then cupped her right breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. He laid his palm on her rib cage, slid it down over her abdomen and stomach. When he cupped his hand between her legs, she arched her back and rose up to meet it.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned when he pulled his hand away to caress her thigh, circle his thumb on her kneecap and trail his fingers down her calf muscle.

“Softer than the finest Deslossian wool, the rarest Varcian
guguntha
leather.”

He slid his hand back up her body and looked into her eyes. His breathing became harsher. His voice was a growl. “I want you.”

Her whisper embraced him. “I want you, too.”

Sliding onto the bunk next to her, he propped himself up on one arm and plucked her nipple with his free hand. He rolled pearls against it.

Gasping, she arched again.

“Marljas, please…”

He ignored her entreaty. “You’re so beautiful.”

Again, he stroked his hand down over her chest, across her abdomen, and along her side to her hip.

Then he stroked back up and cupped her breast.

“You belong in my bed.” Lifting a strand of the necklace, he rolled the smooth pearls between her breasts.

She moaned then reached for him.

Marljas caught her hands and lifted them above her head. “Keep them there.”

Her breasts bouncing with her rapid breathing, she nodded. “Don’t just look at me! Please! Your tongue, Marljas. I want you tongue all over—and in—me.”

He kissed her. Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes. “I could just look at you the rest of the night and die a happy man.”

She opened her mouth to answer.

He laid one finger on her lips.

“I would die happy but unsatisfied, and I am not a man who leaves himself unsatisfied. Before I’m finished, I’ll have tasted every inch of your body.”

When he finally dragged his tongue across her right nipple, Sheala gritted her teeth.

When he lapped her left nipple, she moaned. When he stroked a long, slow line down the center of her chest and over quivering stomach, pausing for a quick dip in her navel, she sobbed. When he settled between her legs, pushed her thighs apart and lapped her moist, swollen lips, she screamed. Never had she considered or anticipated the possibility of such delicate roughness from a man’s tongue. The exquisitely torturous abrasions tantalized every nerve in her body.

Sheala spread her legs wider.

He kissed the insides of her thighs, nibbled them, then followed his gentle nibbles with quick sweeps of his tongue.

Whimpering, she thrust her hips towards him. “More.”

His chuckle was devilish. “How long can you hold back? How long shall I allow you to hold back?”

When she whipped her tail around his torso, he imprisoned it against the inside of her thigh then dragged his tongue up between her legs and over her clit. “That’s too dangerous to remain free, I think.”

Sheala wrapped the last eight inches of her tail around his wrist, squeezing and releasing pressure in time with the lapping of his tongue. He slipped first one, then two fingers into her and began to pump them.

When she groaned and thrust her hips up, he nipped her clit.

This second scream was louder. Arching completely off the bed, she thrust her hips into his face and wrapped her legs around his head.

He sucked—harder and harder.

She jerked her hips once, twice, three times, then began to pump them rhythmically.

Marljas stabbed his tongue into her.

“Ahhhhhhh. More! More!” She fisted her hands in his thick hair, trying to pull his face closer to her body.

He resisted. “Easy, Sheala, easy.” He nibbled the inside of her thigh.

She jerked his braids harder. “No! Now. I want to come now! Your tongue, gods, I love your tongue.

Lick me—harder!”

Marljas tried to lift his head, but she clamped her thighs tighter.

Knowing when he was defeated, he buried his face between her thighs, sucked on her clit, and pushed the tip of his smallest finger into her anus.

Her scream echoed off the walls. Arching until only her head, neck, and shoulders remained on the bed, she rode Marljas’ lips and tongue until the waves of her orgasm subsided. Then, loosening her legs from around his head, she sank weakly onto the damp sheets. She lay with her legs spread wide.

The sight of Sheala’s sated body lying spread out before him on his bed was too much for Marljas.

Rising, he unsheathed his claws and shredded the front of his pants, breathing a sigh of relief when his aching cock sprang free. Never had he been so hard.

Falling onto the bed, he settled himself on top of Sheala, nudging her thighs apart with his knees.

Claiming her mouth with his, he slid his fingers between her legs. Sheala moaned and rocked against them. She was hot, wet, eager.

Placing his hands on both sides of her head and resting his weight on his elbows, he settled his hips against her, sliding slid his aching cock up and down against her slippery lips—up, down, up, down. He kissed her once more, looked deep into her eyes, and said, “Tell me you want me,
Cheta
.”

Sheala spread her legs wider.

He could feel sweat beading on his forehead. His cock ached. He needed to bury himself deep inside her. “Tell me you want this!”

Sheala opened her eyes.

Dark fire danced in her eyes.

“Yes. I want you. Deep. Love me.”

Marljas grinned at her words. “I will love you, Shea, until you are drowning in our passion.”

Once more, he covered her mouth with his. His hands traveled down the side of her body to slide underneath and cupped her buttocks.

He positioned himself, slid the head of his cock against her. His stomach muscles tightened as he prepared to thrust.

She held him close, her hands traveling freely up and down his back, kneading and caressing his buttocks.

He pulled his mouth from hers and sucked a nipple into his mouth as he raised her hips.

She dug her nails into his ass cheeks.

When he thrust his cock in, her hot, wet muscles tightened around him, pulled him deeper.

She pushed her hips against his.

Fully embedded, Marljas lay perfectly still. Gods! She was tight!

She moaned.

He kissed her cheeks. “Hush. I’m sorry I hurt you. It will get better, I promise. The pain could not be helped.”

She buried her hands in his hair and yanked his head up. Staring into his eyes, she gasped, “Pain! I don’t care about the damn pain. Move! I need you to move!” She wiggled her hips then thrust against him.

“You feel good, damn it!” She wiggled beneath him.

Completely nonplussed, Marljas stared down into her face. The culture of Gattan didn’t encourage promiscuity. Daughters were closely watched. None would have answered him as Sheala had. At least he didn’t think so. Maybe all those tales about sex being painful for virgins were wrong. Or maybe Sheala was different because she was Drakian.

Sheala bucked against him again. “Move, damn it.” A sharp crack echoed around the room when she slapped his ass.

That sharp pain caught Marljas by surprise. Burying his face in her neck, he nipped her—hard enough to draw blood—in approximately the spot identical to where she’d nicked his neck with her sword.

After a sharp intake of breath, Sheala bucked again, slipping her tail beneath her butt when she raised it.

“If you want to play rough…” She whipped her tail between his thighs, wrapped it around his balls, and squeezed.

Again she bucked her hips against his, dug her nails into his buttocks. “Move your ass, Marljas, now!”

“Yes!” Dipping his head, Marljas lapped the blood from her neck and began to pump his hips, slowly at first, then faster.

Her thrusts matched his. Her squeezing tail matched his rhythm. Her slick, internal muscles gripped and pulled at his cock.

Sweat broke out on his brow. He snarled against her neck. “Mine.”

She slapped his ass again. “Make me come again, Marljas. Swivel your hips. Make me come. Now!”

Hot lust pounded though Marljas’ body as he gyrated his hips and thrust forward—harder and harder.

Sheala wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up to meet every thrust. Her tail slipped from his balls. The tip probed his anus.

Roaring, Marljas slammed his cock into Sheala as far as he could, exploding like a volcano deep inside her body.

Beneath him, Sheala arched her hips against his. Her scream was muffled by his shoulder when she bit his shoulder. She raked her nails down his back and grabbed his ass. Deep inside her cunt, her internal muscles milked every last drop of cum from his cock.

He dropped his forehead against the pillow, brushing her shoulder with his lips as his hair fell forward to mix with hers.

She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and nuzzled his chest.

When he finally rolled from her body, the only sounds Marljas could hear were their combined breathing.

Finally, after a deep breath, Sheala rolled onto his chest and smiled a sleepy smile.

When she would have spoken, he placed a finger on her lips, then kissed her.

Yawning, she snuggled closer to his chest and wrapped her tail around his thigh. Her eyelids drooped.

Soon, she slept.

His chest rumbling with contentment, Marljas pulled her closer and closed his eyes. His cock was still hard, but he’d let her rest a little. Then he’d put her on top of him and let her ride his cock as long as she wanted while he could stroke her soft skin until they both soared to the stars.

The message light blinking in Communications was completely forgotten.

* * * * *

His chair leaning on two legs against the wall, Ban waited for him. “Sheala enjoyed the rest of her evening, I trust?”

Warily, Marljas eyed the man he had come to call friend. Being caught in a situation such as this on Gattan would result in a challenge from every male member of the girl’s family. When they were finished with him, the girl would become his wife—if he lived.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he challenged, “What do you intend to do, Bandalardrac?”

Ban smiled. “I will neither do nor say anything. Shea’s of age. It was her decision to spend the night in your bed. As long as she’s content, I have no right to hold you accountable for anything.”

Relaxing somewhat, Marljas pulled his tunic over his head and crossed the room. “Then why are you here?”

Ban’s quick grin appeared. “If my sweet Coz were a Gattan, you’d be scarred for life.”

Marljas looked over his shoulder into the mirror. “They aren’t deep enough to scar, and she will be Gattan.”

Ban’s chair dropped to all four feet. His voice became hard. “Has she agreed to this?”

Marljas grinned ferally. “Relax, Alalakan don al’ Bandalardrac. She’s young, and I wouldn’t force her into anything. I simply state a fact. She
will
be my wife, for I will have no other.”

Muscles relaxing, the other man stared at Marljas and shook his head. “What if she doesn’t want to become your wife?”

“She’ll agree. She won’t wish to do anything else.”

Ban barked with laughter. “Don’t think because you shared her first sexual experience, one that she probably enjoyed, that she’ll come tamely to your hand. Sheala is an Alalakan and is just as strong-willed and opinionated as any other member of the clan. Be careful how you handle her, Marljas. She will not be led.”

As he stripped off his breeches, Marljas said nothing but acknowledged Ban’s words with a nod. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

Soon Ban heard the water from the shower.

“Very well, my friend, think what you wish,” Ban yelled over the sound of the water. “I’m going to find some breakfast.”

Marljas walked out of the bathroom to an empty room. Naked, he stretched out on the bed. In minutes, he was asleep.

Not far away, Sheala hummed to herself as she stretched out on her bed. She too had taken the time for a quick rinse even though she’d used the shower facilities on Marljas’ ship. Sheala closed her eyes and smiled as she ran the previous night’s activities through her mind. She fell asleep remembering a pair of intense golden eyes gazing deeply into hers, a hard body moving over—and under—hers.