Thorn's Bondmate (Zarronian Warriors Book 2) (15 page)

"Sometimes when you arrive the blue mist is already outlining your body." She smiled. "I think when you think about me you get aroused. You want me."

He jerked his hand away from hers and frowned. "I want sex. Any female who gave me sex would arouse me."

"Bastard!" Daria slammed her hands against his shoulder, twisted and thrust her knee between his legs. He managed to protect himself but he still rolled away from her. In a flash she was on her feet and running. On her way through the living room she grabbed the towel, wrapped it around herself and took advantage of the fact he never locked the door when he was with her. She slammed her hand on the opening mechanism and it slid open.

"Don't you dare run," Thorn shouted.

Daria glanced over her shoulder and saw him in the doorway of her bedchamber. She hesitated then saw the look of rage on his face. It convinced her she needed to get out of his sight and give him time to cool down. She fled through the door, letting it close behind her. The elevator was almost directly across from her. She opened the doors, stepped inside, gave the command to go to the gymnasium then before the doors closed she slipped out and ran down the corridor. With any luck he'd think she was on that elevator and not on the supply elevator she was running toward.

She reached it, pressed the opening mechanism, and stepped inside. The doors were closing when she heard him roar her name. She stared at the doors wondering where she could go where he wouldn't find her. Resigned, she got off the elevator and walked back toward her quarters. When she reached them she wasn't able to open the door so she sat down on the floor, leaned against the wall and waited for him to return.

She shouldn't have run but he'd made her so angry when he'd said any female would do. It shouldn't have bothered her. It wasn't as if she cared what he thought. He was nothing to her. Nothing, she thought, then sighed. She just might be the biggest fool in the universe because somehow, someway, she seemed to be attracted to the big oaf. Damn!

Ten micro-units later the elevator doors slid open and Thorn stepped off, barefoot and wearing only his pants. He ignored her while he opened the door to her quarters. "In."

She stood up. "You're not sending me back to the brig?"

"I'm putting the bands back on you."

"It figures." She walked by him and sat down on a couch.

Thorn went into her bedroom and returned with the ankle bands. "Hold out your foot."

Daria crossed her legs. "No."

"Daria, don't push me."

She glared at him. "You touched me, intimately, and said that any female would do. Even men on Earth know better than to do something that insulting."

"It wasn't an insult. It was the truth."

"Oh, you are such a bastard." She jumped up, snatched the bands from his hands and threw them across the room.

He stood over her. "Get them and bring them to me."

"No. You want them then you go get them."

"How about we both get them?" He smiled and she stepped back but not quickly enough. Within a nano-unit he had her over his shoulder. He stalked across the room, stooped down, picked up the bands then carried her to the bedroom where he dropped her belly-down onto the bed.

Daria tried to turn over but he held her down while he captured one of her kicking feet and placed the band on her ankle. She managed to twist onto her side and realized too late that she'd played right into his hands. He grabbed her foot, pulled her leg up into the air, immobilizing her while he put the second band on her ankle.

"There," he released her and stepped back, "now if you try to escape again I can track you." He opened his pants and shoved them from his hips.

She scrambled to the top of the bed. "What are you doing?"

"You lost the bet. I'm collecting my reward."

"Go find another female since just any one of us will do."

"You're the female who lost the challenge." He dropped down on the bed. "You can fulfill you're part of the challenge and when I leave we'll both be happy or you can be stubborn about this and when I leave only I'll be happy."

"Or you can leave now and I'll be happy." She made a shooing motion. "Go on now. Git." When she saw his puzzled expression she added, "You can leave now."

Thorn smiled. "That's not an option. You have five nano-units to choose before I decide for you." He held up a finger. "One." He added a second finger. "Two."

She slid down onto the bed, spread her legs and dramatically placed the back of one hand on her forehead. "Fine. Take what you want and I'll think of England."

Thorn laughed. "Think of the meadow instead."

Daria closed her eyes and thought of what she'd like to do to him in his stupid meadow. She could push him over the falls. Or, drown him in the river. Maybe a wolfen would come along and get him. It would be a female wolfen because every female in the universe, no matter what species, would recognize a jerk when she saw one.

Thorn drew her attention for a moment when he ran his hands down her legs to her ankles. He circled her ankles with his fingers, right above the bands, reminding her that they were there. She also realized it was a lot easier to ignore his touch when she was upset with him.

His breath fanned across her belly right before he began laying a circle of kisses around her belly button. She tried her best not to react and succeeded for a moment until she opened her eyes and peeked at him. The expression on his face was mesmerizing. If she didn’t know better she'd think he was worshipping her body. His eyes were closed, his expression one of intense concentration as he pressed each kiss to her skin before slowly moving on. The blue mist surrounded him, thickening and turning darker. A sure sign of his growing arousal.

She slid her hands over the shaved sides of his head then threaded her fingers into the long strands that grew down the center and fell down his back. He looked at her and slid up her body, kissing her, slowly, exploring her mouth, again and again until she couldn't seem to catch her breath.

His hands were everywhere. Touching, exploring, arousing. She returned his touch, stroking her hands down his back and feeling his muscles ripple as his body grew hotter.

His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers stroking then gently thrusting into her.

Daria wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed a path from his mouth to his cheek then on to his ear. She licked then nipped his lobe and he turned his head, giving her better access. She smiled against his neck. Thorn was the most sensual man she'd ever met. He loved being touched, stroked, and kissed. At the moment the thought went through her mind she realized she'd always let him make love to her without reciprocating. Determined to change that she ran one hand up his back and into the hair at his nape while she used the other one to touch him everywhere she could reach.

He groaned and pressed his head back against her hand.

She combed her fingers through his hair, massaging his head while she ran her foot up and down his leg. She wiggled, moving down and placing a line of kisses from his neck to his chest. He lifted his torso, giving her room to kiss and touch him. She scooted lower, moving her hand to his waist and urging him to lean back. He turned onto his side and she continued kissing him, down the center of his belly then to his left hip and back to the center. When she tried to kiss his right hip he groaned and rolled onto his back giving her room to kiss his belly and move lower.

She slid her hand over his lower belly to his cock and stroked it, drawing another groan from him. Before he could stop her she slid her lips over the head and licked it. He pushed his fingers into her hair while she licked his cock then swirled her tongue around the head and down the shaft. He raised his head, looked at her, groaned and dropped his head to the pillow as his hands slid from her hair.

"Tor, you're killing me. Don't stop."

She ran her hand over his belly, up to his chest, over his nipples then back down to his cock. She surrounded the base with her fingers while sliding her lips over the head and down the shaft. She tasted his pre-cum and hummed with pleasure. He tasted masculine, strong and invincible.

He reached down, grabbed her and pulled her up toward him, twisting at the same time until she was beneath him. He took her mouth with his and thrust into her at the same time. Their tongues tangled together while their bodies came together. Overwhelming heat radiated from him, warming her. Their breaths grew ragged as their hearts beat out a rapid rhythm.

"Wrap your legs around me." Thorn slid his hand beneath her ass and lifted her toward his hips as he thrust into her.

Daria wrapped herself around him and nuzzled his neck. "I'm so cold, Thorn. Warm me."

"Soon, soon." He increased the depth of his thrusts pulling a moan of pleasure from her.

She grew colder as he grew hotter. Finally, he drew back, lifted her ankles to his shoulders and increased his thrusts. He slid his fingers over her clit, once then again and she felt the beginning or an orgasm and moaned his name.

"That's it. Let me feel you come on my cock. Now, little wolfen, now."

The orgasm exploded through her and Daria felt like she was being deconstructed and recreated. For a moment the blue mist left Thorn and surrounded her. It felt as if it was soaking into her skin. Then as he groaned and came it disappeared. His body cooled and hers warmed. He lowered himself on top of her but held his weight on his arms and placed a sliding kiss from her lips to her neck.

She slid her hands into his hair and held him until his breathes slowed. When he pulled away she let him go. Without a word he dressed and left her.

She rolled onto her side, stared at the wall and thought about the blue mist, the heat of Thorn's body, the females on the fourth floor and the warrior's need to concentrate. It didn't take her long to come to the conclusion that she'd been looking at the problem from the wrong end. She'd originally thought the cause was sex sharing and the effect was the warriors were able to think.

Now, she looked at it from the warriors' point of view. A warrior became aroused and the blue mist appeared. Next, he became overheated, almost feverish, but when he had sex his body cooled down.

Frowning she scooted up on the bed and sat against the headboard and took the puzzle one step further—the female the warrior shared sex with became cold and grew colder the more aroused she became. The warrior shares sex with the female and when she orgasms she warms up.

That explained the blue mist and the fever but where did the warrior's ability to concentrate come in? She didn't know what caused the mist but illness or an infection could cause a fever which caused a person to become hot.

Daria climbed off the bed and went into the bathing chamber. While she stood beneath the hot spray she continued unraveling the puzzle. Blue mist, fever, sex sharing, cooling down, concentration. The words ran through her mind again and again until finally she saw the picture they formed.

The Zarronians had an illness of some kind. The blue mist and the heat were symptoms of the illness. Was the fever another symptom? High fevers made people delirious. Did the warrior's fever get so high he couldn't concentrate? If so what did he do? He went to a sex sharer and had sex. The orgasm relieved the fever and afterwards the warrior could concentrate again. They still had the illness though because Thorn came to her almost every day and his fever was present every day.

She shut off the shower, dried off, and looked at herself in the mirror. "The big oaf has exposed me to his illness and now I have it." That explained the times she felt too hot and then got so cold. It explained why she always felt better after they made love. It explained why she got sicker and sicker when he didn't show up for two days.

She made herself something to eat and drink then sat on the couch and ate while she thought about her situation. Should she ask him about it or not? She quickly decided to keep what she knew to herself for the time being because another question had just occurred to her. What did the women of Earth have to do with the Zarronian warriors' illness?

Dane and Dev told her that there weren't any girls in their school. She'd assumed it was a boys' only school but maybe what they'd meant was that there weren't any girls anywhere on Zarronia. That would explain why they wanted the Earth women.

Others had speculated that there were other people on other planets and she knew for sure that the Witvians existed. The Zarronians had said that they were adventurers and traders so if anyone knew of other races they would, but what was so important about the Earth women? Maybe the other races knew the Zarronians and didn't trust them. Or maybe they treated their women badly so the other races refused to marry them. Except they didn’t say 'marry.' They said mate. The nano-second she thought the word another answer popped into her head. Mate and fever. A mating fever. She jumped up and began to pace.

That would explain almost everything. If they had a mating fever then they had to have a way to control it. Their way was by having sex. If they didn't have females on Zarronia then they'd need females from other planets. Planets like Earth. She wondered what happened if they didn't control their fever. Did it get worse until it burned out of control? Did the warrior die?

She thought she had the answer until two things came to mind. The females on the fourth floor and ZL3. Obviously the warriors had females they could go to for sex but that brought her back to why they needed the Earth women. What did they have that the women on the fourth floor didn't have? The more she thought about it the less sense it made. She set it aside and thought about the ZL3. It was an aphrodisiac on Earth so did it serve the same purpose on Zarronia? Why would they need an aphrodisiac when the fever seemed to keep them aroused?

Drugs had different effects on different people. Maybe what aroused a human had the opposite effect on a Zarronian. Maybe it was another way for them to control the mating fever. Maybe they used ZL3 and sex to control it when it got really bad.

"Yes," she shouted, then lowered her voice to a whisper. "Yes. I think that's it." The euphoria disappeared when she realized how much danger she was in. If this was their most closely guarded secret and she'd figured it out and they found out she knew they'd probably kill her. Just the thought of that sealed her lips. This was one story she'd keep to herself and she wouldn't be asking anyone any questions.