Torkel's Chosen (5 page)

“Torkel, I burn.”
Faye stopped fondling him to crawl back into his lap.

Torkel picked her
up and jumped to his feet. He really didn’t want his grinning team to observe
any more of Faye’s inappropriate behavior.

Chapter 6

Everything burned.
Faye squirmed in Torkel’s arms until he lowered her to the mattress. She held
onto the material of his shirt and pulled. Her actions caught him off guard and
he tumbled on top of her. Without giving him a chance to resist, she wrapped
her legs around his waist and locked her arms around his neck.

“Please, Torkel. I
need you bad.” She knew her behavior wasn’t normal. Faye liked to get to know a
guy before she went to bed with him but the pink foamy drink had lit a fuse
under her and now she wouldn’t be satisfied until Torkel filled her.

“You’re not
yourself, Faye. I would feel wrong if I took advantage of you.”

She ignored
Torkel’s protest and licked the curve of his ear. When he jerked in her arms,
she repeated the caress and added suction.

“By the gods,” he
gasped.

“I want you,
Torkel. Don’t make me beg,” Faye pleaded. She wanted relief from the fire
blazing through her loins.

Faye shoved her
hands through the silk of his hair. The dark strands were like warm chocolate. Did
they have chocolate here? She’d miss it if they didn’t.

Using her hold on
his hair, Faye kept his head still and kissed him. Unlike the first kiss
earlier, she slicked her tongue over his, sucked the tip and moved her mouth
over his.

His deep groan
provided all the encouragement she needed. Faye tore at his shirt-covered chest
and bared his skin to her gaze. Golden rich, sun-kissed skin. She smoothed her
hands over the flat dark discs of his nipples. Torkel arched back, throat prominently
displayed, the veins popping out against his skin.

Her head lowered
and she sucked at the column of his neck. She sucked hard enough at the skin to
leave her mark. “Don’t fight me, Torkel. I’m your Chosen. Doesn’t that mean a
lot here? You’re supposed to take care of me.”

“If you wish to
change your mind, sex sharing will prevent you from choosing another.”

Faye became
motionless with his words. “What?”

Torkel braced his
arms on the bed and rose above her. It relieved her to hear him short of breath.
“Sex sharing. If we do this, you won’t be able to go to another male.”

“I don’t want
another male,” she snapped. And not because of the money. The handsome man
breathing heavily atop her was what she’d always longed for. He was powerful as
evident by his bulk when he’d been dressed in the leather kilt earlier. His men
respected him a great deal or they wouldn’t have come to his aid and helped
when Axan sought to attack them.

“Faye, the doctor
believes the Soku is making you act like this.”

Faye ran her hands
down the sculpted plains of his back and pushed down. His lower half fell onto
her. He was probably right since she didn’t quite feel herself. Faye rotated
her hips, drawing a moan from both of them. “I don’t care. This is what I came
here for. Make love to me.”

Faye covered his
face with kisses. Her insides seared. Sweat dampened her skin and she was wet.
Wet for him.

“You don’t want
Axan or another? Be sure, Faye.”

Why did he
continue this nonsense? Faye gripped his jaw and jerked his face down to hers.
“I chose you. Now quit talking and touch me.”

Torkel growled and
curved his arms under her thighs to spread them wide. He shoved the dress up
around her waist. Her sex was bare. The attendants didn’t issue undergarments
with the cloak and dress she’d received. She hoped her gift from Lindsey made
it with her other belongings.

Torkel’s fingers
caressed the crease between her legs. “You’re wet.”

“Hmm.”

His touch sent
electric shocks shooting through her core. When his thumb brushed the sensitive
bud, Faye screamed and arched up.

“The soku has made
you very aroused.” He sounded concerned.

“Please, Torkel,
please.” She didn’t care about the drink he seemed focused on.

His features
intensified. “Don’t worry, Faye. I’ll take care of you. You won’t regret
choosing me.”

When his fingers
plunged deep, Faye cried out. Her feelings and pleasure were magnified. Each
stroke of his rough fingers had her climbing higher and higher. “Don’t stop.”

She twisted on the
bed, dislodging the sheets under her. Torkel slid his hand from between her
legs and lowered her to the bed. “I want to taste you, Faye. It’s all I can
think about.”

He spread her
limbs wider and made room for his shoulders as he stretched out in the space
he’d created. Faye bent her knees, ignoring their slight wobble. Torkel’s head
dipped and his tongue lapped at her folds. Her head snapped back on the pillow
and she had to grit her teeth against the pleasure cascading through her.

Every lap and lick
had her hips pumping in the air. Her attempts to get as close as possible to
his wicked tongue failed. Torkel held her down, subject to his mercy with his
arm over her waist. Pleasure oozed from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.

“Don’t stop,
Torkel,” she begged. “It feels so good.”

He groaned against
her and the vibrations ratcheted up the intensity. Faye moaned and gripped the
sheets tight for fear of jerking his head into her center. When he lipped at the
button of nerves she arched off of the bed with a scream.

Her thighs
squeezed his head as she thrust uncontrollably in the throes of her release.
After the waves slowed, Faye’s hips hit the bed with a thud. Her breath came
out in pants as Torkel stroked her thighs and pushed them down against the
mattress with a firm hand.

“Oh my!” She
didn’t have words.

He grinned and ran
a hand down her shivering side as small aftershocks continued to rake down her
spine. “My Chosen and I will get along well.”

Faye snickered at
the arrogance glinting down at her. Torkel rose from the bed and removed his
pants. His hand gripped and stroked his arousal. Faye licked her lips and
pushed up onto her elbows. She hadn’t been with many men but he was bigger than
the few she’d seen.

Unable to resist
her curiosity, she stared and took note of the differences. His bullet shaped
crown narrowed to a firm stalk. Small rings lined the length from beneath the tip
to base where his round sack rested. Other than the rings, he looked the same
as any human man.

Torkel released
himself and crawled over Faye. “Am I so different from those on Earth?”

She shook her
head.

“Will I hurt you
if I pleasure you with penetration?”

Faye’s gaze flew
to his in embarrassment. His question was honest. “I think everything’s the
same. Except the rings,” she added.

Torkel lowered his
weight and kissed her forehead. “They are for you. My body is designed to bring
a woman to release as many times as needed.”

The flush spread
from her cheeks to her breasts. Heat exploded in her loins. She cleared her
throat. “How?”

He placed another
kiss on the tip of her nose. “I prefer to show you.”

Without further
warning, his hips rocked against her and the smooth tip glided through her
moist entrance. He continued the slow sensuous pump, arms braced at the side of
her head while he stared down at her. Inch by inch he entered her until he was
seated to the hilt.

Faye grabbed his
waist. She swore she could feel the rings the deeper he went. Each ridge
brushed against her inner flesh and rubbed her sensitive nerve endings. Faye
moaned. “I see what you mean.”

It was like having
an elaborate sex toy with all the works. Faye hiked her legs higher, needing
him. “Faster, Torkel. Give it to me fast and hard.”

***

Torkel couldn’t
believe the words of his Chosen. He thrust hard and her eyes closed. When he
did it again, she moaned and grabbed him. “I can’t believe how good you feel.”

Her slurred words
had him smiling even as he tensed above her while she tested his control with
the sweet undulations of her body. Mouth parted and beautiful breasts flush
against his chest, Torkel didn’t think he’d last. The warm heat of her clasped
him in a firm grip with each stroke.

His hips rose and
fell as the heat uncoiled in his belly. Muscles tight, he lowered his head and
kissed her. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. His tongue teased until she
nipped his bottom lip. Her teeth pressed down then released him. The smile on
her face and the gleam in her eyes warmed his heart.

“Temptress,” he
murmured.

“Only with you it
seems.” The teasing in her voice matched the delight in her eyes.

Torkel’s heart
tumbled and the words came out before he could stop them. “I’m never letting
you go.”

She clenched on
him in a move that sent ripples over his sensitized rings. Torkel arched back
and sped up, pumping faster into her core. She cried out, her nails digging
into his back.

“Gods, Faye.”

He could feel her
sucking him in. Her slick flesh reluctant to release him with each stroke.
Pleasure boiled up his spine and he had to close his eyes as the need to explode
ripped through him.

“Stay with me,
Faye.”

“More, Torkel. I
need more.”

Faye’s heels
kicked against his back as her impassioned pleas filled his ears. As impossible
as it was, Torkel slowed. He had to have the words. He steadied himself on one
arm, pulling out enough that only his tip teased her soaked entrance. “Promise
me, Faye. You’re my Chosen. Stay.”

Glazed brown eyes
stared back. “I promise.”

Satisfaction
coursed through him. She would remain his. His body resumed the pleasure it
sought. Torkel rammed back into her and erupted with a roar. Faye clamped down
on him extending the sensations of white hot lightning then screamed once more.
Torkel collapsed atop her, every breath torn from him. His chest pounded out an
unsteady rhythm. When he pushed up on his elbows, her eyes were closed, while
her head tilted to the side. She’d fallen asleep.

Torkel released
the breath he’d been holding. His hand trembled as he grazed his fingers
lightly over her round cheeks.
His.
His to protect. His to care for.

He would give Faye
what he’d never given another. His vulnerability. The man beneath the Jutak
warrior who craved a sliver of the love he saw others give to one another.

Chapter 7

Faye woke in the
morning with a low pitched moan. Her stomach tumbled and heaved forcing Faye to
scramble from the bed. In her haste she bumped over the man in bed beside her.

“Faye, what is
it?”

Eyes wide, she
clapped her hands over her mouth. She didn’t know where to go. Torkel seemed to
understand her dilemma and jumped from the bed, shoving a door open. “The
cleansing room is through here.”

Faye hauled ass
and made it in time to what she hoped was their version of a toilet. Afterwards,
she slumped to the floor and leaned against the wall.

“Are you feeling
better?” Completely naked, Torkel crossed the room and squatted next to her.

Faye’s gaze dipped
to his awesome package then flew back to his face. “I’m fine. A little.” Which
was true.

He wiped her face
with a wet cloth. The cool texture settled her further. Now that she’d emptied
the contents of her stomach, she did feel better. And hungry. Her stomach
growled and she clamped her arm around her middle.

Torkel smiled and
rose to his feet. “Come.” He extended a large palm in her direction. “I’ll call
for food.”

Faye placed her
hand in his and allowed him to help her to her feet. “I need to brush my
teeth.”

He used his free
hand to rummage through a sleek cabinet mounted over a stainless steel basin.
The rectangular device he handed her had a hole at one end and bristles on the
other. Torkel demonstrated its use by sliding it over her forefinger and
pressing the base until it buzzed.

“Nifty.”

 He released her
hand to wave his palm in front of a plastic black circle beneath the cabinet
and water poured out.

Faye took care of
her breath and teeth then set the neat toothbrush on the rim of the basin.  When
her weight shifted, she realized she wore a man’s white long-sleeved button
down shirt with only two buttons done up. She grabbed the ends and tugged the
hem down, though the material came well pass her thighs.

Torkel noticed her
actions as he grasped her hand again and led her back into the bedroom. Apparently
he liked dragging her around. “Your things arrived last night but you insisted
on wearing my shirt to sleep.”

Faye glanced at
him and his red cheeks. “I’m sorry if I was difficult. I don’t know what came
over me.” She didn’t drink alcohol often and when she did, Faye was a harmless
drunk who became klutzy from what she recalled. Last night had been different.

She frowned,
pulling forth the hazy memories. An image of her begging Torkel and climbing
all over him came to her. “Oh no!”

He glanced at her
while standing near an electronic black box with flashing lights on a sleek
desk. He hit one of the switches and spoke into a speaker. “Send food for my
Chosen and I.”

“Yes, Torkel.”

He flicked the
switch back and the blinking lights stopped. When he approached, Faye backed up
until her thighs hit the edge of the bed. He stopped inches away. “I don’t mean
to frighten you.”

Sincerity gazed
back at her from his deep brown eyes.

“I’m not frightened.”
A lot. “I was all over you last night.”

He sighed. “Do you
have regrets?”

Now
that
she could answer without doubt. “No.”

“Good. We should
talk. Last night wasn’t a good time to discuss our situation. No one expected
you to react…”

“Horny,” she cut
in with a self-deprecating smile. It wasn’t in her to blame him for her
actions. The drink had been offered when she was thirsty and if they weren’t
used to humans how would they have known?

“Yes, horny.”

He braced his
hands on his hips and Faye tried. She really did. But in no way could she stop
her eyes from dropping down and studying her new husband’s body.

Her attention
focused on his genitals. She remembered distinctly having a conversation about
the differences between human men. “You’re not Enotian?”

“No. I was raised
by Enotians but my origins are Marenian.”

The brochures
talked about Marenians. Slavers. Faye gasped. It was one of the other reasons
she’d discounted selecting him. “You keep slaves?

“No,” he roared,
taking a step back. “I would never enslave another.”

Faye winced from
the volume of his statement. “That’s good.” She glanced down at his ringed
shaft and it thickened beneath her gaze.

“I should dress.”

Faye moistened her
lips. “Um…yes. If we’re to talk without distraction.”

He turned away to open
the middle drawer of a dresser built into the wall. The flex and pull of his
tight ass had her swallowing. Torkel pulled out a pair of black drawstring pants
and donned them without boxers or briefs.

Faye sent a quick
thanks heavenward.

“How am I a distraction?”
he asked when he turned around. The bulge had grown substantially and the
fabric looked stretched to the limits.

Faye didn’t answer
immediately. Was he serious? A man as attractive as him had to have women all
over him. It surprised her that he’d still been available during the debacle at
the arena.

He ran a hand
through his shoulder length hair. “How am I a distraction?”

“Because you’re a
delicious hunk of man,” she blurted and waited for his reaction.

He stilled, his
hand falling to his side. Their eyes met across the expanse of the bedroom.
Torkel folded his arms over his chest and tipped his head to the side. “I
didn’t understand everything but you’re complimenting me.”

This time it
wasn’t quite a question but the brief flash of insecurity gave her pause. Maybe
he was as nervous as she was about their new start together. Faye nodded.

He reached up and
grasped the medallion in his hand. “I’m honored that you find me pleasing,
Faye. I…I have longed for a woman of my own. To have a Chosen is a gift and I
vow to care for you.”

Faye rubbed at her
eyes to force tears back at his pledge. Everything in the last few weeks was
worth it to bring her to this point. With tentative steps she closed the
distance between them. Her arms wrapped around his waist. His big body tensed
but she laid her head on his chest and hugged him tightly. The thump of his
heart beat a reassuring rhythm under her cheek.

Torkel’s arms took
a while but came around her and pulled her up tight against him until only the
tip of her bare toes touched the floor. They must not have hugs as he squeezed
the breath from her. He rubbed his face against her hair.

The knock at the
door broke them apart.

“That will be
breakfast,” Torkel rumbled above her.

Faye reluctantly
let him go, her hands adding a firm pat to his taut abs before moving out of
his way. Torkel stared as if unsure what to make of her. Faye dug her toes into
the carpet to keep from fidgeting.

Finally, he took
her hand in his. “Come.”

She followed him
into another room. Unlike the bedroom where Torkel’s bed took up most of the
space, his living area was huge and practically empty. Low slung couches in red
backed up against white walls but no tables or pictures added to the decor.
Sliding doors led to a stone balcony which faced off toward city lights and
other buildings. The morning sun sent shafts of light throughout the room. Faye
headed in that direction while Torkel opened the front door.

She undid the
latch and slid the glass to the side. Her feet made contact with the rough
stone floor and Faye wished she’d brought her shoes out. She tilted her head up
and closed her eyes as the warmth of the sun heated her skin.

On Earth the bio
dome kept anyone from feeling true heat. Going outside without protective
layers became hazardous after the ozone layer deteriorated. Scientist around
the world had eventually finished a protective dome that projected from
strategically placed satellites around the planet.

Enotia didn’t seem
to have that problem.

“Would you like to
eat out here?”

Faye spun on her
heels. Torkel leaned against the door jamb, hands in his pockets and an
indulgent smile playing about his mouth.

He really was
handsome. Gold skin stretched taut over a defined chest, smooth torso with a
six pack that Earth men would envy. The cotton pants hung loose on his waist
hinting at the powerful flesh it hid.

Faye knew first
hand about what those pants hid. “Yes. If it’s okay with you.”

He straightened.
“It pleases me to make you comfortable, Faye.”

Torkel left to
return with a large pillow at least four feet wide. He tossed the blue
accessory on the floor and left again. When he returned, he carried a large
dish laden tray. Faye scooted away from the railing but Torkel directed his
head at the pillow. “We will sit and eat there.”

Faye went down to
her knees and rested on her haunches. Torkel balanced the tray and joined her.
He set the tray beside him with a rattle and spread his legs wide. “Would you
sit with me, Faye and allow me to feed you?”

At his unusual
offer, her cheeks burned. “Is this cultural?”

He cocked his head
to the side. “I want to touch you while we eat and talk if it doesn’t offend.”

How sweet. She
could grow to like their ways. Faye slid over until she sat between his legs,
her back to his chest. The tails of the shirt shifted, revealing more leg than
she was comfortable flashing. Faye pushed at it but Torkel placed the tray over
her lap. His thick arms bracketed her as he pointed to each item.

She didn’t
recognize anything but she’d expected that when she made the decision to leave
her world to take up residence with an alien on another planet.

Faye tasted
everything he slid on the small white plate. Most of it was fruit of some sort.
The meat made her nervous but after her first bite, she eagerly accepted more.
She cleaned her plate and noticed he put a dent in the portions as well.

When she could eat
no more, Faye leaned back against him with a sigh of contentment.

“Did you have
enough?” he asked.

“Absolutely.”

“Good. We should
talk about our union.”

Since Faye agreed,
she peeked over her shoulder and spoke. “I think that’s a good idea to get to
know each other better. What do you want to talk about?”

“First, I would
apologize for last night. If my men had known your reaction to soku, they would
not have given it to you.”

Faye waved her
hand. “Live and learn.”

Torkel tucked her
hair behind her ear. “You have a generous heart, Faye. Some women would not be
so forgiving. If you’re up to it, Jaron would like to apologize also.”

“It’s really not a
big deal, Torkel.” And Faye preferred to forget her embarrassing performance.

“Your things
arrived last night and I placed your clothing in the drawers and closet with
mine. If you need space or would like to purchase additional items, I can make
funds available.”

Faye thought of the
twenty thousand she now had in her account. Hopefully she wouldn’t need his
money. “I’m fine unless there’s a dress code I don’t know about.”

Faye thought of
the ugly clothing she’d been given for the choosing and hoped it wasn’t the
norm.

“I will set you up
with access to my communicator. It has video logs and you can view anything of
interest to you.”

“That sounds
reasonable.”

Torkel lifted the
tray and moved it to the side. His hands curled around her middle and he hugged
her close. His head lowered to whisper in her ear. “I have longed for a Chosen
for the last seven years. You can not know the joy in my heart to have you
here. If I do something you disagree with, be honest and tell me.”

Faye tensed but he
continued in that deeply graveled voice. “I value honesty and integrity the
most. My job is a dangerous one where I see the worst atrocities committed by
people. It will be a relief to come home to your goodness, Faye.”

***

Torkel had feared
his Chosen would wish to leave him after their night together when she leaped
from the bed despite her promise. When her face paled, he’d made the connection
and got her to the cleansing room in time. Her color looked better now and
she’d eaten everything he provided on the breakfast tray. It pleased Torkel to
see the healthy appetite she exhibited.

Faye’s rounded
hips and sloped curves tempted him. He didn’t want her to lose them. Holding
her in his arms and absorbing her warmth filled him with peace. He meant it
when he said his job sent him into deadly situations which left him disgusted
and angered. She could erase those thoughts for him so easily.

“What kind of job
do you have?”

Torkel shifted her
plump weight and ran his hands down the outside of her arms, enjoying the feel
of her smooth skin as she shivered. She was not immune to him. “I’m a Jutak
warrior,” he stated proudly. “The government sends us to quell uprisings,
retrieve information or perform rescues of prominent officials. We’re also sent
off world to battle the continued rise of slavery in the Catlon zone.”

“Slavery,” she
gasped.

“The slave trade
has always been a problem in the more rural sectors. Jutak teams are sent to
areas within easy reach of where they’re stationed.”

Faye pushed away
and turned completely to face him. She folded her legs to the side of her and propped
her elbows on her knees. “A Jutak warrior sounds like Navy SEALs or Marines
from Earth. Except they don’t travel to other planets.”

“They’re elite
fighters?” Torkel wondered, missing her in his arms.

“Yes.”

Torkel reached out
and smoothed the loose hair back from her face. It gave him an excuse to touch
her. “Then this is the same. What role did you leave behind on your world?” He
hardly knew anything about humans from Earth other than rumors.

“I worked with an
internet and wi-fi company in a contractual role.”