Mere Passion (10 page)

Gods help her.

“Would you like me to wash you?” He said it with no inflection, but his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Alara crossed her legs and fought a blush. Despite her bold request, she was nervous about getting physical with him again. But the guy needed to learn proper etiquette, and washing your partner was only polite. Alara sighed and wondered when she had become the dragon’s trainer. She lay back on the thick carpet and raised her knees for him, lifting an eyebrow. “Go ahead.”

He kneeled between her legs. His body was so large he seemed to barely fit in the space. With a quick glance at her face, Kai lowered to his stomach and propped himself on his elbows before her like a kid with a new toy. For a moment he didn’t touch her. She peered down to see his eyes closed and his nostrils flared as he breathed deeply.

A slow burn of embarrassment crept along her body. She moved to sit upright, but the dragon had stopped sniffing at her. He used the edge of one washcloth along her inner thighs, wiping his essence from her skin. The cloth dipped next to the edges of her bottom. She let out a squeak of enjoyment, and the dragon’s eyes darted up to her face to check the reaction before he continued.

Kai stroked the cloth along her slit. His first swipe was slow and so gentle she hardly felt it. Then he cleaned deeper, delving into her folds. Each time she shifted or gasped his eyes met hers. He studied each reaction with the same determined concentration she’d seen at the Games.

By the time he lowered the washcloth and moved back onto his knees, Alara’s breathing came heavier. His erection jutted forward. However, his posture didn’t suggest a readiness to pounce on her like before.

“If you would turn over, Alara, I would be able to clean the last of it.” His request this time was tinged with just a trace of suggestiveness, and the muscle in his jaw jumped wildly.

She wasn’t comfortable turning her back to him. Her eyes widened unconsciously, and he nodded once, clearly understanding her reluctance. His hands began roaming the second cloth across her skin, her belly, her legs. Then he moved to her feet and began to rub. She smiled. “That feels nice.”

His breath came out in a low growl. Kai’s face betrayed little emotion, but Alara could tell he liked making her shiver.

“Alara, I heard a story about you. And I would like to ask you something.”

Her heart pounded. She knew what he’d heard, and there was no one she wanted to talk about it with less. “I’m fairly sure I know what you’re going to ask me about, and no, I don’t want to discuss it. Not with you, not with anyone.”

He looked back to her feet and kept passing the cloth along them. Then he used his thumbs to massage the muscles on her soles. “I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. And I…Well, I worry that what happened between us—”

She got his meaning. “They didn’t rape me, if that’s what you’re asking.” Her tone was more brittle than intended. “But, let’s just say that I don’t like feeling out of control.”

He nodded and smiled down at her toes before pressing his lips to the top of her foot. She’d expected pushing, interrogation, not his quiet acceptance.

Despite how little Alara had shared, it was still more than she’d told anyone else. Strangely she felt lighter, relieved. With a small smile, she rolled onto her stomach and lifted her robe to her waist. To her pleasure, the dragon let out a soft curse.

He passed the damp cloth over the backs of her thighs. “I swear I will do nothing to hurt you.”

The dragon’s serious words stimulated her in places she didn’t even know existed. As he passed the cloth over the curve of her ass, images of him curled over her back, arching into her parted legs bombarded her mind. She inched her legs apart.

He passed the material along her crease then between her buttocks, and her whimpers filled the room. Kai’s hand stroked the soft skin and massaged the muscles there. “I would like to touch the places I washed…and perhaps to pass my lips across them as well. Would you allow me?”

Her reply was high-pitched and whispery. “Yeah. I’d like that.” He growled agreement at her response. The unexpected sound caused her core to clench. Alara moved to roll back over, but his hand held at her hip, and his calloused finger passed along her folds from behind. She didn’t feel controlled or forced, just encouraged to stay on her stomach. She was happy to comply.

Kai dipped into the moisture collecting at her center and spread it to the sensitive spots he’d learned. Those rough digits stroked gently, then more firmly until her hips rolled in time with his touch. He pulled her hips up and back so that she was on her knees and her core was level with his mouth. The movement surprised her, but his hot breath tickled her inner thigh, and she forgot to be reluctant.

Many of her lovers had been talented and inventive, but none had explored her as shamelessly as the dragon. His tongue tasted every crevice and probed every borough. He’d long since found her clitoris and alternated stroking it with his finger and his tongue until she lowered her face and shoulders to the floor to give him better access. Each time she sighed or cried out or clenched her inner muscles against him, he answered with a masculine grunt of contentment. She couldn’t spread her knees wide enough, tilt her ass high enough, or reveal her core bare enough. He took every inch of her, and she still wanted to give him more. Her deepest muscles shook and tremored at the approach of orgasm.

As it began, he released her, so Alara rubbed the heel of her hand over her mound as wave after wave of release crumpled her to the floor. She cried out in rhythmic mewls. As the last spasms cleared she noticed the sound of Kai’s breath hitching in his throat at her every moan.

He’d pressed his back into the side of her bed, his arms crossed at his chest, and his eyes wide. She crawled toward him, each rub of her thighs stoking her fire hotter. His gaze burned into her. “You are a goddess.”

She smiled. “And you are a very quick learner.” His folded arms relaxed when he caught her hint of humor.

Kai’s eyes darted to the spot on the floor where she’d writhed just moments ago. “I was unaware that females had that kind of response.”

A fresh swell of desire rushed through her. Gods, she wanted this male. “Well, maybe dragon females don’t. I guess you’ll find out…” She had thought to say
when you finally fuck one
but thought better of it. She didn’t want to think about him with anyone else tonight, no matter what species.

He stroked his hand along her arm. The rough skin of his fingertips tickled. “I want to watch you again, but...” She saw the concern in his eyes and realized how close to the edge he’d been when she came.

Placing both hands on his shoulders, she swept her leg over his raised knees to straddle him. His erection stood high and hard between them, and she stroked her wet furrow along it. A deep groan escaped his chest, and she felt the vibration of it in her hips.

Alara reached down and wrapped her fingers around him. He gasped. “This is a beautiful cock.” Kai’s lips thinned, and his face fell into a scowl. Ignoring his moment of self-loathing, she stroked her hand up and down, firmly, not allowing for any argument. “It’s thick and long, and could do the most erotic things if used correctly.”

She watched his face as she stroked him. His harsh features looked even more chiseled in the muted lighting of the room. Her moisture still clung to his lips. Every muscle in him was taut and defined, and tensed in concentration and concern.

Alara wanted to lower her lips to lick the drop of moisture collecting at his tip, but the dragon wasn’t ready for that kind of teasing. Instead she raised her hips and led his slick helmet to her entrance.

“Here, let me show you.”

* * * *

Alara’s eyes pressed closed, her mouth opened, and she emitted the softest sigh as her body lowered onto his penis. Though the guilt of his earlier loss of control still burned, at least the release left Kai able to enjoy this moment. Her delicate sex seated fully on his hips, and her fragrant skin pressed along his chest and abdomen. Her emissions lubricated her movements, and the soft walls of her sheath caressed the part of his body that felt like a raw nerve.

Her parted lips called to him. He leaned forward to kiss her mouth, to suckle those plump pillows and seek out her small pink tongue. But she only brushed her cheek against his and then nipped at his ear.

He expected her to rise and fall on him, but instead Alara rubbed her core against his pubic bone in slow circles. Each twist of her hips thrust him deeper into her channel, and each pulse of her pleasure led secret muscles to squeeze his length. The coupling was so sweet, so undeniably feminine. Kai lowered his head to her shoulder in complete surrender.

She took his hands and placed them on her hips. Her behind rolled and bounced in time with her movements. Soon his hands traveled lower to cup those delicious globes, to pet her sex where it joined with his. She moaned a curse against his chest. Then her body arched back, thrusting her breasts against him and her center more firmly onto his organ.

He recognized the signs this time and reveled in her release. Her soft hair swept across his fingers as her head rolled from side to side. Each of her moans sent waves of sensation through his body, and her sheath fluttered against him. The feel of it against his tongue had almost sent him over the edge before, but now that sucking clench circled his erection and pulled him with long draws.

He lost himself in her response and almost forgot to hold back his own until it was too late. Only the memory of the beast he had acted last time shocked him back to sanity. Now that he understood how this female functioned, Kai was even more disgusted by himself.

Her cries had died away, but still she circled and arched against him. Alara panted out, “It’s your turn, babe. Fill me.”

A mighty throb shot through him at her words, but he kept his lust in check. “I don’t want to…” Logic escaped him. The princess rose and fell now, working him in longer strokes.

She brought her mouth to his ear and whispered, low and dark. “I want you to fuck me like you did before—hard, up against a wall, pounding into my cunt until I cry for you to stop.”

Red heat clouded his vision at her insane request. White needles of doubt pierced the haze, but Gods help him, he couldn’t resist. He pulled his knees up to her back and rocked forward, lifting his body and hers in a single movement, and carried her to that same wall where he’d defiled her before. Her back met the velvet wallpaper and she cried out, “Oh fuck, yes!”

Tempting as it was to plunge quickly and meet his release, Kai took his time. Mirroring the type of movements she had made on his lap, he rolled his hips against her in time with his thrusts. Her legs kept slipping from his waist. So he hooked Alara’s knees over his arms, and pressed his hands into the wall to support her. His next stroke rolled her eyes back into her head, and he felt another round of spasms building inside her. He pumped slowly, deeply into her until her cries came in a steady rhythm and her hips raised and lowered frantically on him. With a sigh of hope that he was doing the right thing, he relinquished control.

His lightening-fast thrusts met no resistance. The slickness of her body welcomed him, grasped at him. Her desperate screams of pleasure stoked his fire until he plundered her with wild abandon. He lifted her one leg over his shoulder to widen her opening, and he felt her sheath accept him even further. A roar built deep in his body, rising to meet her feminine cries. His sword stiffened within her and great spasms of pleasure billowed out from his groin. His penis jerked and danced, shooting pulses of seed into her center. The movements pushed her higher, and his release set off another of hers.

Her lips formed little O’s of pleasure like a fish gasping for breath. The image was so beautiful, so perfect that he wanted it burned in his memory forever. He covered her mouth with his and drank deeply, swallowing the last of her cries.

* * * *

Dr. Pierson Grathers sighed as the last breaths of life left his subject. Pixies were so fragile, so easily broken. Too bad the current protocol only allowed him to sacrifice twenty of them. He looked forward to working with mere again. Their regenerative powers made them much more robust specimens. Plus, he still hadn’t solved their various genetic puzzles.