Fencer (7 page)

Slipping to her knees put her eye to erection, and she tasted him with a quick flick of her tongue. In her mind’s eye, she saw the same glow on her hands, running over every inch of his silvery flesh. Whatever she had inside her, it had come from him.

She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth after she finished destroying the last of his clothing. He groaned, and his hands caressed the sides of her head as she moved back and forth before abandoning him and standing up to press kisses across his chest, neck and, finally, his lips.

“Well? Shall we retire to a more comfortable venue?” She nibbled at his jawline and laughed when he gripped her tightly and walked into the glowing palace.

Instead of his quarters, he headed for two huge double doors. “Put your hand on the door.” He pressed his palm next to hers and the doors swung open.

Meena stared as Kebril carried her to the huge, canopied bed. “What is this place?”

“This is the place I created to live in with my mate. Until now, only the maintenance bots have ever been in here since the moment it was created.”

Wardrobes were standing empty, waiting for new clothing. A pair of desks faced each other, and it was only the beginning of the anticipation of a couple occupying the space.

Meena pushed the extravagance out of her mind and concentrated on the man who was slowly lowering her to the bedding.

She smiled and welcomed him with her arms extended. He slid the black swath of her skirt aside and pressed into her.

She winced at the discomfort of his initial entry, but she smiled as she angled her hips and he slipped into her. The lock-and-key metaphor was pushed aside in her mind as she rose to meet his thrusts, her fingers tangling in the long strands of his hair.

Meena groaned and wrapped her legs around him as he pressed into her, sliding and pumping against her, driving her to the edge of orgasm.

He stroked his fingers across her clit with a hard, fast stroke, and she shrieked as her body clenched around him, gripping him tight and milking the length still moving inside her.

He groaned and shoved into her, his eyes wide and his back arched as his hips locked against her and his cock bucked inside.

Kebril slumped against her, and he kissed her softly. “I have been thinking about doing that all day.”

“Funny, I was thinking about the same thing.” He rolled to his back, taking her with him, still connected. He sat up, and she pressed her feet, sole to sole, behind his back.

He leaned her back and pressed his lips to her collarbone, slowly working his way across her breast. The lace disappeared, and his lips burned as he nipped, caressed and licked her free of her clothing.

Her body was on fire, her skin was hypersensitive, and she yelped as he took one nipple between his teeth to tug it gently.

His hands cleared her back, but his mouth destroyed every minute fleck of black lace facing him.

She looked at his face, and with a jolt, she saw his mask still in place. Hers was as well. Just the idea of it caused a moan to issue from her lips.

His cock thickened inside her, filling her as he bent her back and stroked his hands endlessly down her back and sides. He caressed her belly before he cupped her buttocks, lifting and dropping her on his cock while he sucked and bit at her breasts.

She held onto his shoulders and arched against him while he slowly took her back to the edge of release and gently tipped her over.

Stars shattered behind her eyes, and she shuddered endlessly in his arms as her body glowed with the energy of her climax. She opened her eyes, and he smiled, tipping her back to the bed and driving into her until she felt the jets of heat inside.

He groaned and left her, curling on his side against her and sweeping the blanket over them with a wave of his hand. “You are going to kill me yet.”

She chuckled and squirmed against him. “That is not my intent.”

Dawn flirted with them through the crystal walls. They were positioned to watch the sunrise through the mountains.

She exhaled on a deep breath. “Beautiful.” He nuzzled her hair sleepily. “Yes, it is.”

“I meant the new day.”

“Any day next to you is a beautiful day.” She blinked back the tears at his sincerity. “Any day next to you is a test to my self-control.”

“I will take it.” He pressed another kiss to her neck, and he fell asleep.

Meena was exhausted as well from the few minutes using the new nanites in her system. He had created not only her clothing but his own as well as the beautiful light in the palace. He deserved a rest.

She snuggled down under the covers and grinned. She needed her rest too if she was going to keep up with him. Meena had always enjoyed a challenge, and she was now mated to the biggest one she had ever found.

“C
ome on, wife. Wake up.” A hand stroked down her spine, and she batted him away.

“I don’t wanna.” She pulled the covers over her head only to find that the covers were gone.

“Hey!”

She turned and frowned at him. “What gives?”

“We have to complete the filing of our mating contract, and you are late for fencing practice.” Kebril was fully dressed in his fencing clothing and waiting for her.

She groaned and flipped over, looking around through tangled hair in confusion. The wardrobe on the right was open, and it contained all the clothing that she had had at the base and a few more pieces that looked like the ones on the dressmaker’s dummies.

Meena got to her feet and asked, “Lavatory?” He pointed, and she stomped into the bathroom with a stiff stride. After her morning necessities, she scowled at herself in the mirror and tried fixing her hair. To her surprise, it started to move in the manner she wanted, and when she left the lav, she had a clean, shiny face and tidy hair that still contained pearls and braids.

She felt a little more awake as she tried to pick out an outfit for the day. Her favourite came to hand as did a silky set of underwear.

Once she was dressed, she turned to him and smiled. “Ready.”

He was sitting at his desk and doing some work on a data pad. “You really are not a morning person, are you?”

She shook her head. “I was engaged in a stressful situation yesterday, and my unfortunate reaction to stress is to take a nap.” Kebril got to his feet and walked toward her.

He grinned and held out his hand.

She slid her fingers against his and blushed.

“Good morning, Kebril.”

“Good morning, Meena.”

He kissed her hand and led her through the halls. Bots were zipping around with items in their little mechanical arms but everything was business as usual as they entered the courtyard for fencing practice.

The Saluth blades seemed light, but Meena faced off against her husband as she prepared for her workout. They were both surprised by what happened.

At first, he disarmed her, and she was accustomed to it, so she didn’t remark on it, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

She picked her blades up and flexed her fingers around the hilts. Her recovery was much faster today.

“Again.” Kebril faced off against her.

To her surprise, she got him to back up a few steps in her volley of blade strikes. The world around her slowed, and she moved at her top speed, striking toward him, and to her shock, her blade passed through his wrist, causing him to jerk.

Her distraction cost her, and he disarmed her again. It was a pattern that repeated until they were interrupted in their morning exercise by a shuttle landing and disgorging, not only Rhoda and Drehl, but also Hawk, Under and two older Genarans.

Rhoda rushed up to her and gave her a hug.

“So, I hear you took the plunge.”

“I got stabbed in the wrist and now I can see a fly’s wings beat. Is that the same thing?” Meena laughed.

“Pretty close. Meena, this is your mother-in-law, Elian Yaghin.”

Elian scowled. “I wanted my eldest to be wed in a proper ceremony.”

“Waiting would have taken me off Yacaro in the clutches of a very unappealing Yinshin.” Elian paused. “Then, I am glad you joined, though I can be wistful about the lack of ceremony. Now, we are having your reception in an hour, show me your clothing so that I can help you dress appropriately.”

The implied insult slid off Meena’s back. She would have worn plain bodysuits each day if Kebril would let her get away with it. He wouldn’t, so she didn’t.

They walked to the master bedroom, and she opened the door with her eyes squinted half closed. She wasn’t sure if it took both of them to get into the bedroom or not.

The bots had made the bed and her wardrobe was closed, but as she opened it for Elian, a new gown in burnished gold and black was hanging from the interior door.

Elian chuckled. “It seems that he guessed about my demands. Well, daughter. Let’s get you into the shower. We have fifty minutes before the party.”

Rhoda was chortling, and she ushered Meena into the lav. “Don’t fight it. Just be quick.”

Meena took a shower and fixed her hair again.

A light flick with her new control over her body and she was dry and ready for her party.

She paused and stared in the mirror. The mask was gone. She vaguely remembered being woken in the early morning by Kebril licking at her skin once again. The gold was gone from her flesh, so it had either been him or her.

Meena wrapped herself in a towel and asked Elian, “Does Kebril sleep?”

Her new mother-in-law stopped picking out shoes and smiled, “Not much. He never did, but exams told us that his body was repairing itself at such a rate that if he did sleep too much, there may be complications. He burns off the energy he needs to burn off.”

She laughed. “That explains a bit.” Rhoda grinned, “You have an alien with ADD?”

“No, his attention is definitely focussed. Scarily focussed.” She remembered the slight graze of teeth on her and the ache that the care he used had caused.

Elian grinned, “I birthed two excellent boys, now let’s get you dressed and off to your party.” She put herself into the elder’s hands and thought about it. “If Drehl and Kebril are princes, does that make you the queen?”

“Yes. I don’t use titles with family though. As soon as Kebril gives the signal, my Berehl and I are going on a long vacation.” Elian fussed with the line of the dress and helped Meena get her shoes on.

“What signal?”

“That he wants to take over command of our people. The moment he does, they will begin to create a village around this palace, and you will be surrounded by your new kind.” Elian grinned.

“Um. Speaking of that, how do you feel about two alien daughters-in-law?”

Rhoda was all ears at that.

Elian looked Meena up and down. “As long as you make my boys happy and keep them under control, I am delighted. We don’t hold with pure bloodlines. There have never been enough direct descendants to keep them going. New blood is good.”

Her casual acceptance made both Terrans sigh in relief.

The queen smirked, “Besides, once you wed my boys, you became Genarans. Rhoda, you know what I mean.”

Rhoda nodded. “I know. I now have Drehl’s ability to move items without touching them. Foreplay gets kinda freaky sometimes.” Meena snorted. “Well, I am stuck on the manipulation of matter.”

Elian paused. “What? Already?”

“Yeah, last night, I used touch to remove his clothing. Today, I used it to fix my hair.” The older woman looked like she would swoon in delight. “I am going to tell Berehl. He will be so happy.”

They walked toward the inner gardens, and Elian kept babbling happily about how fortunate she was in her new daughters.

Meena looked at Rhoda. “I am glad she is happy, but I don’t know why.”

Rhoda nodded. “Few new bloods in the Genaran community have the same strengths as their mates. To have two imports match their mates is exceptionally rare.”

“So, we aren’t human anymore?”

“I really doubt it.”

Kebril stood up, and the gleam in his eyes warmed her.

Meena said, “Why am I not upset by that?” Rhoda was walking toward Drehl and in his arms before she could answer.

Chuckling, Meena walked to stand next to her husband, snaking an arm around his waist while he put his around her shoulders.

Drehl was asking Rhoda about doing more portraits for the Guardians and Rhoda was asking how she was going to fit them in with her regular schedule.

Meena looked up at Kebril. “Do you think we are going to be having those discussions in a month?”

He shook his head. “No. I have already put a fencing school together in the capital where you can teach what you have learned to those who have an interest in absorbing new knowledge.”

“Genarans and Nyal?”

He laughed, “Anyone who comes to the door. It will all be on you, but we will have to continue practicing until I am convinced that you can teach a novice. It may be a year before you are good enough.”

Meena sighed. “Gee, what will we be doing in that year?”

He leaned down and whispered graphic and creative suggestions in her ear. Her cheeks went scarlet and remained pink for the four hours of their reception.

Meena closed the door behind her, caging her mate. She kicked off her shoes, flicked off her dress and backed him up until he toppled onto the bed.

She crawled over him and caged her startled mate between her hands. “Now, Kebril, I believe that you made some promises and suggestions. Start using your mouth for something useful, mate.”

His eyes flared hot, and she saw fangs extending as he lunged upward to flip her to her back. She moaned as he immediately applied his mouth to where she needed it most, and she had to admit, he had a talent for using his tongue.

Pleasure followed, and after he had exhausted her in three different manners that he had mentioned earlier, she slumped across his body, listening to his heartbeat.

Meena sighed. Destiny was a funny thing, but she had just stopped laughing.

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