Initiation (Xylon Warriors 1) (11 page)

He wasn’t going to conduct this ceremony like some cold, impersonal rite. And he’d be damned if that’s how she ended up remembering it. He turned and sat down on the side of the bed. “Come here, Alexa.”

Tentatively, she approached him. “Do you want me to take off my clothes now?” Her gaze settled somewhere along his shoulder and stayed there.

The question contained no enthusiasm. She seemed lost in her own thoughts. Kam’s words gave him hope. Sexually and emotionally attracted to him, the man said. He kept those words close to his heart. She was just nervous. That’s all. Even though she’d agreed to the Initiation, she still had to be wary. And he understood that. It was time to take control. As soon as he touched her, everything would be okay. If not, he’d back off and find an alternate plan. “Look at me.” His voice came out low, husky.

She raised her gaze to lock with his, and tangled her fingers together. She looked a little pale. He wanted to take her in his arms, hold her tight, and tell her everything would be all right. Except that would be putting too much emotion on the line. And emotions weren’t something he dealt with well, not his own anyhow.

“You will do everything I say. Understand?”

Silence greeted his question. She pulled some more on her fingers, interlacing and releasing them.

“Alexa…it’s necessary. I promise you will feel only pleasure. You need to let go of whatever is holding you back and trust me. Can you do that? If not, we need to stop this right now.”

“No. I want to do this.”

Still, she looked uncertain as to what to expect. He didn’t blame her for that. But he knew how to fix it.

Time to get her thoughts away from her worries and onto her body. He skimmed his fingers down the front of her covered breasts, watching for her reaction.

She gasped at his touch. Her nipples pebbled beneath the thin sweat shirt and bra. Her whole body trembled, and surprise crossed her face. He smiled at her reaction. Good. She liked his touch.

This wasn’t going to be two strangers completing a rite. This was a man and a woman bonding themselves together forever in the deepest way possible. Alexa just didn’t know that…yet.

Alexa’s heart pounded. She had to calm down. But Braden’s touch was as no other. So sensual, like in the erotic vision. She wanted him to touch her again. And again. The explosion of desire that raced through her when he brushed her breasts was unexpected and more powerful than she thought possible. Braden was the sexiest man she’d ever known. And behind the intensity of his eyes, she saw his tenderness. He let it sneak out from time to time, and she wondered what would happen if he ever allowed that emotional wall to completely crumble.

Deep down, she needed everything the Initiation represented. To break free. Experience what it would feel like to be wild and unfettered. To live a different, more fulfilled life. Braden, and the group he was a part of, could bring her that. She was still undecided about the breeding part. But she’d deal with that later. She wanted to visit their world, explore, and learn everything she could about Xylon and other planets. And most of all…she wanted Braden, fiercely.

“I’ll do as you say.” The tearing down of her own emotional and sexual walls, letting go, actually made her feel stronger.
Let the adventure begin
. She almost laughed at the unconventional-for-her thought.

“Take off your top.”

She pulled the soft, sweat shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. The pink bra still covered her breasts, so she didn’t feel overly exposed. He was going slowly, and she appreciated that. At least for now. Braden’s eyes dilated as he looked at her. He made her feel so sexy and desired. Like a tasty morsel he couldn’t wait to sample.

He scooted back a little on the bed, but kept his feet flat on the floor. “Come up here and straddle my lap.”

Awkwardly, she mounted him, her thighs on either side of his on the mattress. She sank down and felt the ridge of his cock press against her. Her excitement grew, though she tried not to show it. That would make her too vulnerable. She needed to retain a modicum of control, at least until she knew for sure exactly what Braden had in mind. She rested her hands on his shoulders for balance.

His fingers eased up her back and drifted over the bare skin of her chest and arms. Back and forth, his fingertips slid, making her skin and muscles shiver in delight. He slipped one strap of the little pink bra down her shoulder, letting the back of his fingers caress her skin. Then he slipped down the other strap. “Take this off.”

She reached behind her and fidgeted with the closure. Her move thrust her breasts precariously close to his mouth. She could feel his need to touch her, it matched her own, and she tried to hurry. Her fingers wouldn’t cooperate and felt more like thumbs. Finally, she got the hooks loose. She held the bra cups in front of her. Would he like what he saw? Silly. He’d already seen her. It’s just that this time seemed so much more important. She released her hold and let the bra fall to the floor.

He sat perfectly still, staring at her breasts. He didn’t speak. Didn’t even twitch a muscle.

She could see and hear his increased respirations. The beating of her heart increased in response, and her nipples grew hard at his intense scrutiny. He’d seen her breasts before, when he applied the healing cream. Even so, he was looking at her as if for the first time. No man had ever been so enthralled with her body. It was a major turn on.

“Absolutely beautiful.” He licked his lips, leaned forward, then paused to look up at her.

He wanted to use his mouth on her. She saw the unspoken question in his eyes. He was giving her the choice. In that moment, she thought she might melt at his feet. “Yes,” she squeaked out, barely audible to her ears, but Braden heard, or more likely read her lips.

Leaning into her, his tongue touched her left breast directly below the nipple. Lightly. Gently. Barely there. He drew up slowly, with the tip of his tongue, in one long lick.

She trembled and closed her eyes. The feel of his tongue was incredible. Slightly rougher than a human male’s, the stimulation made her whole body ache with need. He was a man who certainly knew how to lick a woman. His hot breath wafted across the wetness he left behind.

He eased the tip of his tongue around her nipple, not touching the sensitive flesh this time, just teasing the skin surrounding the hard bud. Slow, lazy circles.

Her fingers burrowed into his hair, trying to guide his mouth. She wanted him to suck her. She needed to feel the pull of his lips, but Braden continued on his own path, much to her frustration.

Again and again, he circled the nipple, stimulating her, drawing her closer to the edge. When she didn’t think she could take anymore without screaming out her need, he finally stopped. He kissed the hard bud ever so softly, then rasped his tongue across the center one time.

She jerked, the jolt of pleasure was so intense. A moan escaped her throat. This on-the-edge excitement was completely alien to her—no pun intended. No man had ever made her this horny after such a simple touch.

Though with Braden, nothing was really simple. She was beginning to understand that. He lived more intently than anyone she’d ever known and had drawn her into that same world right along with him.

“Your breasts are a man’s wet dream. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of them, or you, Alexa.” Settling his mouth gently over one mound, he applied barely perceptible suction.

The muscles in her vagina tugged in tandem with each slow draw of his lips. This was torture. Pure torture. She pushed her hips forward, needing relief.

He raised his head, releasing her, and massaged her breasts. He tickled the outside fullness with his fingertips. “Lovely.” He gently squeezed one then the other, repeating the pattern several times. His thumbs rubbed back and forth along the soft flesh, but not once did he touch her straining nipples. “A man’s never given you an orgasm?”

She shook her head.

“A woman?”

Shocked breath caught in her throat. “Of course not.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. He studied her in silence for a moment, then blew on her wet nipple. “You’ve never given yourself one?”

A blush heated her cheeks. She hadn’t expected conversation. The other men she’d been with never talked much during sex. Mostly just a few moans and the occasional grunt. They’d certainly never questioned her orgasmic history. “No,” she whispered.

His lips again circled her nipple. He drew it into his mouth. Slowly sucking once more. Feather light.

She couldn’t take this endless seduction. She never had been good at delayed gratification of any sort. With sex, it hadn’t ever been that big a deal. But Braden made her not only
want
it, but also
need
it. She shifted again, hoping to ease the tension between her thighs.

Braden’s fingers clutched her hips, digging into her skin, even through the sweat pants.

She stroked his hair, letting her nails graze his scalp. “I’m not going anywhere.” He must think she was going to jump up at any minute and run away, or change her mind about all this. “I’m yours. To do with as you please.” She clamped her lips shut. Where had that last part come from? It didn’t even sound like her—so full of passion and desire.

In response, his hold on her eased, and his tongue slashed across her nipple. Batting and rolling the hard flesh.

Alexa gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders. When his teeth scraped the bud, she squealed and bucked against him.

He soothed her with his tongue, then licked again, wildly, frantically, squeezing her breast. He clamped his lips around her nipple and sucked hard, drawing deep.

“Yes!” Pleasure exploded inside her; raced from her breast to her vagina. This was what she wanted, what she needed.

He tossed her onto her back on the bed. His breath came out heavy and labored. He stared into her eyes, trying to penetrate her deepest thoughts and fantasies. “What do you need sexually that you haven’t been getting, Alexa? Tell me. All super breeders have one special thing they
must
have done to them to experience the ultimate fulfillment sexually.”

The withdrawal of his mouth from her breast was almost painful. She heard his question—or command was more like it, but her mind wasn’t functioning on all levels right now, after his sensual attack. She wasn’t able to formulate any kind of an answer. For the first time, she’d been close to losing complete control. Cool air drifted over her wet nipple, keeping it puckered. She loved the attention to her breasts, and couldn’t help but wonder what his mouth would feel like between her legs, his tongue lapping at the thick cream pooled there.

“I have a theory,” he finally said when she didn’t answer, his voice rasping over her. He caressed her breasts. Flicked his thumbs over both nipples. “I bet the men you’ve been with were very polished, very proper—not only in public, but in bed, too.” He pinched the fleshy buds until she gasped. He released them, then pinched both again, harder this time, until she squirmed on the mattress.

Alexa teetered right on the edge of things she’d never felt before. And she wanted to feel those things. Everything he could bring her. She did
not
want to talk about her old boyfriends.

“You should know, Alexa…when it comes to sex, I’m not proper. So don’t expect me to be.”

His words caused her thighs to quiver. The blood raced through her veins, and her eyes locked with his. “What are you?” she asked, barely above a whisper. All the breath had left her. She couldn’t fill her lungs, no matter how hard she tried. Her nipples ached. Her clitoris ached, even though he hadn’t touched her there. Every inch of her body, inside and out, screamed for his attention.

Braden leaned down and licked her ear. He chuckled low and deep. “I’m nasty, Alexa. I like my sex that way, my women that way when they’re in bed with me—or wherever we’re fucking. I don’t play fair. But, with me, you’ll come harder, longer, and more often than you’ve ever dreamed possible. And I’ll do
anything
you need to get you there.”

Her heart jumped, then pounded hard. He wasn’t bragging. She had no doubt that he spoke the absolute truth.

Braden stood up and stripped her pants and panties off in one move. Before she could respond to the abrupt action, he flipped her onto her stomach.

“Wait!” She tried to turn back over. Naked and on her stomach was too vulnerable a position.

His fingers tangled in her hair, and he held her steady. “Stay put,” he ordered and smacked her bottom hard.

* * * * *

Leila stared at the guestroom door. “Erik? Erik?”

A grunt was the only response she got. He was sitting on the couch, trying his best to ruin his eyes. He tilted his head back and forth, straining to make out the images on the scrambled NNN television station.

She stepped in front of the screen.

“Hey! They were just getting to some good girl on girl action. I can see partial tits and ass.”

“Turn that shit off. Kam’s been in the guestroom too long. Don’t you think?”

“Maybe he’s getting some action in there.”

“Cute. I think we should check on him.”

With a scowl, Erik flipped off the television and tossed down the remote. “Yes, mother.”

He surged to his feet and headed for the bedroom door, mumbling something under his breath that she couldn’t make out, but sounded suspiciously like he thought she needed some body-on-body action herself.

Leila followed behind him. She could have checked on Kam without his help. But she wanted to reconnect with Erik and bring him out of the shell he always retreated to. He was a real jerk a lot of the time. But she didn’t consider him a hopeless case—no matter their heated exchanges.

The man was simply scared to death of any emotion between a man and a woman that bordered on intimacy. Her heart actually ached for him. Some woman must have hurt him badly. She didn’t know that for certain, but the alternative was that his arrogant, sex-crazed, often times bastard-like personality was simply his nature. And that didn’t sit well on her heart.