Daahn Rising (10 page)

Zondra pulled her legs up and pressed her thighs together, gasping out pleas for him to finish what he’d started.

“There’s no turning back, Zondra.” It was only fair to warn her. “The minute you take my cock in your mouth, you’re choosing to be my mate.”

“Yes. Now.”

He nodded, and she came to her knees, facing him. Her mouth brushed against his, then trailed down his body, leaving heat in its wake. She paused at the head of his cock, and he jerked in response to the taunt. Just when he would have demanded she continue, Zondra sucked in his cock.

“Fuck, yes. Oh... fuck!” He fisted his hand in her dark hair and guided Zondra up and down his length.

Words stuck at the back of his throat and came out rough and breathless. “Swallow the
Zhigaaal
. Swallow now.”

The move forced a ragged cry from him.
Now. She’s ready now.
And the sooner he sent her into a frenzy, the sooner he could come and end this torture.

Evan forced his cock to the back of her throat, groaning at the compression on the head. They’d told him the musk would relax her muscles, but he hadn’t been sure it would relax them enough to suppress her gag reflex.

It was time for the larger button. Evan held her head in place and pushed it.

Zondra swallowed reflexively, and Evan released her. She rose to her knees, already in a daze, looked at him with unfocused eyes, and crumpled into his waiting arms.

It won’t last long.
He closed one padded shackle on her right wrist, then the other on her left. Laying her on the bed, Evan reached for the first of the matching ankle shackles.

It was too late. Zondra pulled her legs back in a clumsy attempt at fighting him. The fact that she was still disoriented allowed him to grasp her by the thighs and thrust inside her welcoming body.

Her climax was sweet torture on his leashed cock. Evan used her preoccupation with the sensation to press the larger button again, prompting the jet of
Zhigaaal
into her contracting body.

She screamed, her muscles tightening until she bowed up from the bed. Zondra collapsed to the mattress again.

Evan didn’t hesitate. Before her glassy eyes focused again, she was spread-eagle on the mattress, all four limbs chained down.

Zondra pulled weakly at the shackles, and Evan smiled. Knowing how strong the Xxan were, he’d chosen metal chains and shackles instead of web or cloth she might have been able to tear or snap. Then he’d had Tim arrange to have the links and welds reinforced. The sex toys — while still padded for her comfort and safety — would hold a Grea Elder now.

****

“Time to play.”

Evan’s voice cleared some of the cotton batting out of her head, and Zondra tried to make sense of what he was saying. That was a lost cause. Her mind was disjointed and prone to wander, thanks to his
Zhigaaal
coursing through her system and changing her.

Motions of his hands drew her attention, and she dimly noted that he was changing out the
Zhigaaal
cartridge. She tried to make sense of that. He’d expended the first one already? The calculations shouldn’t have taxed her, but Zondra conceded defeat.

The burning in her gut eclipsed all else. Her mouth was parched, but Evan’s taste echoed pleasantly. She licked her lips, trying to wet them, but the remaining
Zhigaaal
seared them instead.

She pulled at the chains, causing the metal to
clack
and
clank.
Evan looked up at the sounds, his eyes going hot in arousal, the edges crinkling in amusement.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “I knew you would be.”

In the next heartbeat, he was inside her, his hands positioning her and dampening the impact of his wild thrusting on her bound limbs. It was too much.

Not enough.

Too much!
Climax crested and rushed along her extremities. Zondra’s
Zhigaaal
-coated throat protested her scorching screams.

Evan released the
Zhigaaal
, sending the acid wave through her relaxed
os
and into her womb. Her body tightened until the padded shackles bit into her wrists and ankles. Then she went limp in the restraints, boneless in the numbness of a really good endorphin rush.

“I can’t wait much longer,” Evan growled.

She tried to make sense of the manic look in his eyes, but her mind refused the simplest commands.

Her body recovered faster. The searing she’d only vaguely recognized moments before got stronger and stronger. Her attempts to close her thighs ended with the frustrating yank of the chains.

Half-crazed for his cum, Zondra wiggled to the extent the chains allowed. His still-hard cock stirred the musk against her engorged tissues, massaging it into the porous layer of mucous membrane.

Evan lifted slightly at her shoulders, urging her gaze up to his face. Once he had her gaze locked with his, he pushed deep inside her and released the
Zhigaaal
.

It was so abrupt and unexpected, Zondra’s lungs seized. She stared up at him, marveling at how ruthless the move had been. They’d ordered Evan to plant his
Zhigaaal
in her womb at least three times before moving on, and he had done it in the most efficient way possible.

Her loosening muscles allowed her trapped air to escape in a rush. Her scream gave vent to the torture of the musk rebuilding her womb, ripening her for him. She lay on the mattress, panting her way through the confusing patchwork of sensations assaulting her system.

Evan rose up over her, his expression intense. His cock moved over her anus, spreading the
Zhigaaal
. Zondra arched up, and he planted a hand on her hip and forced her down onto the head again.

One of his fingers worked through the ring of muscle, using the musk to ease the way and relax the muscles he touched. One finger became two, and she moaned at the gentle pressure of him spreading her open. The soft head touched the open iris. Before she could try to retreat again, he sent the jet of
Zhigaaal
through the gap.

Zondra thrashed for the moment until the
Zhigaaal
incapacitated her. Evan didn’t waste the time. In a blur of motion, he’d changed out the cartridge.

He worked at his engorged cock, then held something up for her to see. Her muddled mind arrived at the bit of leather he’d put on before she strapped on the pump. She had no more clue what it was now that she had when he’d put it on, but the fact that he pitched it across the room clearly meant he had no more use for it.

Sensations returned with excruciating slowness. As if he’d timed it perfectly, one of the first wisps that registered in her aching, needing body was his cock pushing into her
Zhigaaal
-filled ass.

His stomach muscles tensed and flexed, faster and faster. His sounds were harsh and guttural.

Her clearing head ordered the chaos into the stark reality of Evan pounding his cock into her ass. Every stroke sent shock waves through the scant barrier of flesh and tantalized her
Zhigaaal
-soaked vaginal tissues.

The waves of cum soothed the burn in her ass but did nothing for the need clawing at her, due to the other orifices burning for more.

And I thought the quickening was maddening.
Mating was a hundred times worse.
A thousand times better.

“You want me to come in your pretty little pussy.” Evan didn’t question it.

“I need it,” she admitted. “I’m incinerating.”

“We’ll use the bath soon.”

Her move to question what he intended next ended when he left her body. The ankle shackles snapped open. It happened too fast to be a key, which meant he’d had a quick-release button all the time.

Releasing her now was dangerous. She could hurt him.

No. Zondra acknowledged that she wouldn’t do that.
I can’t do it.

As if he knew it, Evan took his time, turning her over. He positioned Zondra on her knees, her hands stretched toward the headboard of the bed. The shackles were centimeters apart, thanks to the chains that crossed over each other when he flipped her body.

Evan paused, his cock lightly breaching her outer lips.

“Please. I need you.” Zondra trembled. The fire licking at her innards stole her strength and left her feeling weak as a kitten.

“You’re mine, Zondra.”

“Only yours. Evan, pl —”

She gasped as his cock slipped up her channel to the hilt.

“The next move is yours,” he informed her. “Give yourself to me.”

Zondra didn’t question that. He wanted her to complete the step that would finish her ripening. She started moving, working his cock in and out, drinking in his sounds and scents.

He is mine. Evan will always be mine.

The rest was a blur of frantic motion, hers and his alike. The cum neutralized the acid burn to a heat that invited more without the gut-wrenching madness shackling her mind as easily as Evan had shackled her body.

Zondra sank to the bed, exhausted already, though logically she knew they’d just begun. In everything she’d heard about mating, this weakness and fatigue didn’t factor in.

We spent nearly two weeks in bed in preparation. Other mating couples don’t do that.
Zondra let her eyes slip shut, certain that was the reason.

The infusion of
Zhigaaal
from the pump wrenched a weak cry from her, half in longing and half in protest.

“Not nearly done,” Evan muttered.

Tired or not, Zondra wanted him again.

Chapter Eight

Evan drifted toward consciousness, every muscle lax and warm. Zondra was sheltered in the curve of his body, her back to his chest. One of his arms anchored her against him. The other acted as a pillow for her head.

He smiled, swallowing down a chortle of laughter he couldn’t account for.

Zondra stretched, and Evan rolled her toward him, levering himself over her on the mattress, the sheets and blankets cocooning them in. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her lips.

The kiss was slow and deep. Their hands roamed. Sparks of arousal rekindled the fires of mating, and Evan spread Zondra’s thighs.

The speaker crackled, and Evan left her lips long enough to toss a “Fuck off, Rayn” at the covered mirror.

“Sorry, Duncan.” That was Tim. “We need to get some tests.”

“They can wait until we’re done.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and slid deep inside her.

Zondra rose against him with a moan, her fingernail-like talons biting the flesh of his back.

“Come on, Duncan. We need to get some figures to make sure Zondra’s blood chemistry is stabilizing. And that yours is. Even if you don’t care about your own, let us check her.”

He powered his hips back and forth, his sensitized cock rocketing toward another explosive release. “Won’t take long,” he informed the assistant.

As if in agreement, Zondra shouted out her release, her talons drawing blood. Evan followed her, savoring the sweet pleasure and pain sensations coursing through him.

A hum of satisfaction escaped his chest, then laughter.

“Now, Duncan?” Tim prodded him.

“Give us a few minutes.”

“Five.”

He bristled at the attitude, but it seemed impossible to stay angry this morning. “Maybe,” he offered flippantly.

Tim grumbled something that was probably a curse, and the speaker and mic unit turned off.

Zondra sighed. “Lab rat time.”

“Not for long,” he promised. “How many tests could they possibly have left to run on us?”

One arched brow was his only answer.

****

“I’ve never seen blood chemistry fluctuate like this,” Tamsen complained.

Evan glared at him from a second table set ten meters away, his anger spiking at the sight of Zondra looking so close to tears she couldn’t shed. Three days after the mating cycle had ended, they were no closer to answers about why her blood chemistry wasn’t settling. His had settled well, according to Tim, but Zondra’s system was still in an uproar.

“Did the mating take or not?” he snapped back. “Is she ripened?” If they went through all of this, and he still couldn’t be what she needed, it would likely kill them both... literally.

Not to mention there were other unanswered questions, like Zondra’s need to sleep for longer than normal periods during the mating and her need to eat during it. All the way around, their mating hadn’t borne much resemblance to what he’d been told to expect.

Not that he was complaining. He had never spent three more decadent days in his life.

“Oh, it worked, but something else is going on here. Something I’m just not seeing, but damned if I know what and why.”

“Is it dangerous?”

He hesitated for a long moment. “I shouldn’t think so.” Tamsen focused on Zondra. “You said your fertile cycle took an extended period to settle? After your stripe turned blue, I mean?”

She nodded. “More than a month. My
gran-seir
was very upset by it.”

Tim looked up at Tamsen. “That’s more than double the norm. Maybe her system is resistant to change. With the mix of human and Xxanian genes, stranger things have happened.”

Tamsen grunted his agreement. “Maybe. I still want to run more tests.”

Evan’s patience snapped with a
pop
that resounded in his ears. It was probably the tension in his jaw causing the sensation, but the timing was the perfect spur to action. “Take them, and then we’re leaving,” he announced. That decided, he started dismantling the scan plate and sensors on his own body.

Tim looked like he was about to argue, but Evan cut him off at the pass.

“He said it’s not dangerous. You said it’s likely just her system taking its time to change. Take the tests, and we’re going back to our lives. I have a wedding to arrange and paperwork to fill out... clothing to move into our new quarters... Call us back on my days off every week if necessary, but let us the blazes out of here.” Just the thought of rooms with no mics and mirrors heated his blood.