Torch (9 page)

“That’s it, baby. Come for me!" Torch pumped harder and deeper with his fingers as he gently bit down on her clit. That was all she needed to push her over the edge.

"Oh yes!" She came hard in his mouth rocking herself against him as she gripped his hair.

Finally she dropped her arms next to her and felt little quakes erupting within her. She let herself cool a little. She felt his hot body traveling up along hers. Skin against skin. Nothing was more arousing than that. Warmth pressing cool. Who would have thought?

Torch nibbled his way back up her body. She cooled herself, which made him react by warming his body. The result of warm against cool made their bodies form a fine sheen on them. A mist of desire all over them, engulfing them. Teasing them.

He kissed her lips savoring the taste of her. The tip of his cock was right at her entrance and he slowly entered her. She was so tight, untouched, and his. He gritted his teeth as he continued his journey past her folds. He stopped at the thin barrier that protected her innocence. How she had saved herself all this time he had no idea. What male wouldn’t want to lay claim to her. They were all idiots.

Torch waited until she looked up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes so clear he could see to her soul. “You are mine, Isis.” He thrust forward and broke the thin resistance. He stilled long enough to give her time to adjust to his size. When she began to move her hips, he knew she was ready.

He moved in and out of her, each thrust forward took him deeper and deeper. He knew he wouldn’t last long. She was too tight and her inner muscles were squeezing him in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He had to hold on until she was ready to come again. But that task was made more difficult when she wrapped her legs around him and rocked with him. It was pure heaven.

“So good.” Words weren’t enough to explain the sensation of being inside of Isis. She was like every dream, every fantasy he had every had all balled up in one small tight body. He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard. Her walls clamped down on him and he was relieved to feel her quiver with waves of passion as her orgasm hit.

Torch released her nipple and stretched his spine as he pounded in her. His seed came in a brutal, hot burst of endless release. He held on to her as he came and came. When he was finally wiped out, he rolled them to their sides. His final thought before exhaustion hit him was,
I am never letting her go.

Chapter Twelve

Isis woke with Torch’s tongue buried in her pussy. “Torch!”

“Mmm…” Torch pushed his fingers deep inside of her and pumped until she screamed her orgasm. Then he rolled her onto her stomach and raised her ass in the air. “My God, you have a perfect ass.”

“Thanks.” She was breathless and she could still feel little waves of arousal sparking through her. She wiggled her perfect ass at him and he swatted her ass cheek.

“Behave,” he growled out as he aligned his cock with her entrance. He entered her with one deep thrust.

Sparks reignited with Isis. She had no idea that people could have sex this often. He had already taken her several times throughout the night. He was insatiable. She also couldn’t get enough of him. She loved the taste of him.

He pounded into her, making her forget everything except for him. Harder and deeper just the way she liked it. Torch was so good. He must have had a lot of practice. No, she pushed her jealous thoughts of him with other females out of her mind. He was hers. For however long she had him.
Mine
.

One final thrust and both of them yelled out their release. Their breathing was heavy and their bodies were soaked with their special misty sweat. Torch held her in his arms and whispered to her words that she didn’t quite hear. But she knew he was happy and so was she. That was all that mattered.

Early that morning Isis woke and started to get ready to leave. Torch didn’t want her to go. He begged her to stay in bed with him all day. But she reminded him that they both had morning practice. She needed to go home to shower and change but she would meet him in the banquet room for breakfast. He begrudgingly let her go.

She rushed through her shower and threw on her training clothes. She looked in the mirror at her image. Did she look different now? Her eyes seemed to sparkle and her skin glowed. Her face seemed to shout,
a woman fully satisfied
.

She blushed. Remaining a virgin all this time had not been a matter of choice but of necessity. She couldn’t afford to get involved with someone, and most alien species steered clear of Isians. She also feared her abilities would cause too much difficulty in the intimacy department. Obviously it did not prove difficult with Torch. She smiled a goofy smile as she headed out of her suite.

*****

Torch walked into the banquet room slowing his pace so it did not look like he was too anxious. He entered the room and casually scanned the area, looking for Isis. She wasn’t there yet. He hid his disappointment. He never should have let her leave his bed. They could have ordered room service and he could have fed her by hand.

He shook his head. Where were these thoughts coming from? He never acted like this over a female before. But something about Isis was different, making him behave differently. He wasn’t sure he liked that, but he wasn’t willing to give her up.

He grabbed his breakfast from the breakfast bar and found an empty table. It would do him some good to have practice. Think about someone other than his beautiful female.
Aw hell, he was already claiming her in his mind. He was a goner. Like all those other suckers who took a mate. Fuck me.

The moment she entered the room his temperature spiked. They locked eyes and she blushed.
Fuck if that wasn’t hot
. Normally he liked females who were experienced and didn’t try to take things so seriously. But with her, all his control was gone. All his plans went right out the door. All he could think about was Isis, and making her his permanently.

Isis looked over at Torch and gave him a small smile. He looked so serious. She loaded her plate with food and grabbed ice water. Then she stood there for a moment unsure what to do. Did he want her to sit with him? Well, he had already made their relationship public when he announced his intentions in the middle of a GCFA event. So she squared her shoulders and headed for the table he was sitting at.

“Good morning,” she said, sitting down and nervously stabbing her fork in some cut fruit.

He reached over to grab her unused hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss on the knuckles. “Good morning, beautiful.”

She released the breath she was holding without knowing it. He wasn’t sorry about last night. “So, what do you have planned after morning practice?”

He released her hand and picked up his cup of hot coffee. He raised his eyebrow at her. “I don’t know. Did you have something in mind?”

She felt the heat rise to her face again. “Maybe. I was thinking of ordering room service for lunch in my suite. Do...you want to come over?”

He should say no, maybe get some distance between them. At least until he figured out what he wanted. But he saw her biting her lip and found it endearing. “I would love to come over for lunch.”

She looked relieved. “Okay.” They ate their breakfast in silence and then walked side by side to the training facility. That’s when they parted ways.

*****

“So you and Torch did the deed, huh?” Alana asked while they were doing their practice match.

Isis nodded. She wasn’t sure she wanted to talk about it. What if it didn’t work out between them? It could get awkward.

“You’re not going to dish out the details?” Alana looked hurt. Sersan walked up at that moment.

“Detailsss about what?”

“Isis and Torch had sex and she doesn’t seem to want to talk about it.” Alana pouted prettily.

“Aw come on, tell usss.” Sersan joined in with Alana trying to coax Isis to talk.

“There’s nothing to tell really. We did it and that’s it.”

“How did that work with both of your opposing abilities? Did you cancel each other out or something?” Alana asked.

Isis snorted. “Of course not. My abilities aren’t
on
twenty-four/seven. I have control. So does Torch.” When they kept nagging, she finally gave them something. “We seem to melt into each other. Not so much cancelling each other out but together we seem to make something new. It was like...we were made for each other.”

“Are you girls finished with your gossiping? We have a practice to get through!” Zara snapped at them getting them back on track.

She quickly glanced over at the cage where Torch was having his own practice match with Maxim. They looked to be about evenly matched. She stood there admiring his physique.
Damn he was hot.
Sweat glistened as it ran slowly down his muscled chest. She licked her lips remembering tasting him all over. She felt flush.

“Isis! Stop drooling and get your ass over here!” Zara yelled out.

She sighed turning back to the grueling task at hand. She couldn’t wait until lunchtime.

*****

Torch’s practice went longer than expected. Then he had to meet with a GCFA associate, not Nigel thank goodness. It didn’t help any that his fellow fighters kept asking him questions about his and Isis’s date. They badgered him relentlessly until he told them to fuck off.

Now he was running late for their lunch date. He couldn’t wait to see Isis. He practically ran down the hallway to her suite.

He rang the doorbell hoping she wouldn’t be angry with him. The door opened and he started to apologize. “Sorry I’m late but…” He was struck silent. Isis had obviously taken a shower, all she had on was a tiny towel wrapped around her body.

“Come on in.” Isis stood to the side so he could enter her suite. She had taken a shower at the last minute and was debating on what to wear for their lunch date. She hadn’t noticed that it was late until he showed up.

Torch came inside but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t seem to find his voice. He breathed in her fresh scent and was fully aroused.

“Are you hungry?” Isis asked him.

“Yes,” he growled right before he grabbed her waist and lifted her up against the door. He swooped down and kissed her deeply and thoroughly. It left her breathless.

“Torch.”

He pulled the towel lose so he could touch her perfect, flawless skin. “I want you.”

“Yes,” she moaned when he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.

He lifted her up bringing her closer to his greedy mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her body was cool but he liked that, it complimented his overwarm body perfectly. He loved it when she clutched his hair in her hands. For someone so small, she was surprisingly strong and flexible.

“I don’t think I can take it easy with you, but I promise to take it slower with you later. I need you too much right now.”

Isis shook her head. “I don’t want to wait and I don’t want it easy.”

Good enough
. Torch reached down to fumble with his pants fastenings. Finally freeing himself, he tested her with his fingers and groaned finding her already wet for him. He positioned himself at her entrance and with one deep thrust upward, he rooted himself to the hilt.

“You feel so damn good!” he growled at her ear as he began a quick and deep upward pump.

“So...do...you.” Isis used her feet against his ass to help maneuver her body to take more of him. She moved her hips down to match his upward thrusts. She didn’t care about the door pressed hard into her back. Only one thing mattered to her at that moment, finding the release she needed desperately.

Threads of fire and ice were shooting through her veins. Heating her up and cooling her at the same time. It was pain and pleasure all rolled into one. She wanted to reach her peak but at the same time she wanted the incredible torture to last forever. She wanted to be connected to Torch for all time.

“Torch!” She started to orgasm.

“Isis!” He was right there with her as he reached that edge of pain and pleasure. His spine stiffened and he gripped her tighter, holding her in the position he needed her to be in as his seed poured out of him and into her.

He sank to his knees taking her with him. “Wow.”

She giggled. “You can say that again.”

“Wow,” he said, kissing her soundly.

“I have lunch on the table,” she told him, shivering when he nibbled on her neck.

“Later. I want you again.” Torch was already stiffening while still inside of her. He had her straddling him. He moved his hips and moaned feeling her inner walls clamping him. “Oh yeah.” He fucked her slower this time, making sure he drove her crazy with need for him.

Afterwards, they were laying on the floor still connected facing one another. Torch was caressing her breasts. “When did you get this one?”

“What one?” Isis had her eyes close and was just enjoying being in his arms. He felt perfect against her.

“This tattoo. I didn’t notice you had one here last time.” Torch fingered a spot right above her heart.

Isis looked down and was in shock. “What the hell?”

She stood and went to look in the mirror at a marking with two circles interconnecting. “That can’t be.”

Torch came up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “What can’t be?”

“This...it's not a tattoo. It’s an Isian Life marking. We get them with each stage in our lives. Birth, Puberty, Adulthood, and…” she didn’t say the next markings out loud. But when Isians mate, a marking appears on them, two circles interconnecting, representing two souls that have connected. She turned to look at Torch’s chest. He didn’t have the markings, because he wasn’t Isian.

“What does this one mean?” Torch asked, nibbling her chin.

“Mmm…” She had to distract him somehow. She wasn’t sure he was ready to hear she was his mate or at least that
he
was
her
mate. She took his growing shaft in her hands and worked him.

She bent down to her knees and sucked him into her mouth. She gently massaged his sac making him shiver. She loved that. Loved that she had power over someone so strong.