His Carnal Need (Xylon Warriors 2) (2 page)

Warrior, along with the Xylon Leader’s two sisters, lay naked atop a low platform, among a pile of multicolored rugs and pillows. One woman hungrily sucked Pitch’s cock, taking his full length down her throat. The other crawled along his body and straddled his face. She lowered her shaved pussy over his mouth. “Lick me,” Leila heard the woman order in a tone that no lower-ranking Warrior would ever disobey. Both females held the highest-level Class 1 ranking and used their power unabashedly to fulfill their needs. Pitch spread her wet folds and tongued her lustily.

Though normally not averse to watching, Leila turned away. She felt too achy and on edge tonight. If she stayed here much longer, her body would force her to participate with someone, somehow, or she’d go mad with wanting.

She rushed forward and smashed into a broad chest. Masculine fingers wrapped around her forearms, restraining her. Her heart lurched, and a gasp caught in her throat.

Panicked, she tried to pull away. Her eyes snapped up to the face of the male holding her. “Oh.” She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. “Kam.” It wasn’t
him
. Nor any other who might demand compliance. She glanced down at his hands on her. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for you.” His voice deepened. “I need you, Leila.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Need me?” Someone bumped into her, pushing her closer to the Warrior’s body. Her breasts grazed Kam Nextor’s chest, and her nipples hardened so much they hurt. His muscular thigh pressed against her pussy. When he made no move to step away from the intimate contact, uneasiness crept up her spine. “Kam?”

She tried to pull back, but he held her tightly. The tall, blond-haired Warrior, with kind blue eyes, and half-brother to the mate of the Warrior Leader, had always made her feel safe in the past. Now, she wasn’t so certain. Though in his arms, she remained protected from any other Warriors still seeking a joiner.

I’m on edge and paranoid.Kam was her friend and wanted nothing more from her than that. She trusted him. Her eyes rose to meet his. “You look pale.” She cupped his cheek, checking his temperature against her palm. She was about to ask him if he felt ill, when she heard a low growl, not from him, but originating elsewhere. The vibration skittered along her ultra-sensitive nerves. She glanced over her shoulder. No one seemed to be paying them any special attention. Where had that sound come from?

Kam whispered in her ear. “I need a shot.” His fingers tightened around her arms, almost painfully, drawing her attention back to him.

She pushed away the apprehensive feeling enveloping her, and her gaze returned to his. His request didn’t surprise her. They’d been through this too often lately. “Kam… You’ve had enough.” His addiction to the special formula created to treat him saddened her. She wished another, better, way existed to ease his pain. “Besides, I can’t leave the party. You know that.”

“Please.” He rubbed his thigh along her pussy.

Oh!To avoid gasping at the incredible feel of his thigh between hers, she chewed at her bottom lip. His movement, no doubt on purpose to sway her, reminded her of how long she’d gone without an orgasm, even a small one.

“Three other Healers are here. Just one more shot to see me through for a while. We have a mission coming up. I need to stay strong.”

The pleading look in his eyes softened her heart to his need, and compassion overruled better judgment.

His headaches were steadily growing worse and more frequent. She knew he feared for his sanity. The shots helped, but they overstimulated his body, raising his heart rate and blood pressure. And lately the medicine made him more aggressive.

“Is the pain bad?”

“Not yet, but the throbbing started about an hour ago. I won’t make it through the night.” He moved his thigh away from her.

She almost groaned at the loss of contact. She needed to come badly.

“Please, Leila. Help me.”

She couldn’t refuse to ease his suffering. “Do you have your transport-connector?”

He relaxed, releasing his hold on her. “Yes.” He unhooked the connector from his belt. “The lab?”

“My quarters.” She kept a small supply of special drugs there, for running tests and experiments in private during off-hours. As a perk of being in charge of the medical facility, she’d arranged installation of custom equipment right into her assigned living space.

“Thanks, Leila.” He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across her cheek. In the next instant, the air shimmered, and he was gone.

She reached for the transport-connector on her woven belt of gold and black-colored material to follow.

A muscular arm snaked around her waist, pulling her roughly back against a body as hard as stone. Not only his chest and stomach, but she also felt iron thighs and an equally iron-hard cock pressing close. A spicy scent teased her nostrils. She didn’t need to look. She knew who had her restrained.
Him
.

“Meeting Kam again?” the deep voice rasped.

Perspiration formed beneath her hair and down the center of her back. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest, and she couldn’t seem to find her voice. He leaned closer, wrapping her completely within his body heat. His tongue traced the rim of her ear, achingly soft and slow.
Oh, my!
Her limbs trembled at the moist touch, which she felt all the way down to her toes. She tried hard to control her body, her reactions. She didn’t want him to know how much he affected her.

“Are you letting Kam fuck you now, Leila?” he whispered, pressing his pelvis purposely against her. The fingers of his free hand grazed the outside of her right breast, moving back and forth in light, lazy strokes, easing beneath the material and inching toward her nipple.

His touch and voice were soft, but she felt his anger simmering right below the surface. Her sex life was nobody’s business. And she didn’t want him touching her intimately without permission, no matter how fantastic his hands and tongue felt. Not to mention his cock, which the uniform he wore did nothing to contain. She elbowed him in the ribs.

“Ow!” His arm dropped from her waist, and he stepped back. “Damn, Leila.”

She spun around to face him—Erik Rhodes—a man too sexy for his own good and the second-highest ranking Warrior in The Lair. No woman refused Erik…except her. Maybe that’s why he persisted so doggedly. “Why are you such a bastard?”

One side of his mouth quirked up into a grin. He raked his fingers through his thick, brown hair, while rubbing his side with his other hand. “I asked a question. No need to get violent, sweetheart.”

Leila pressed her fists to her hips. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your sweetheart. I’m a Warrior worthy of the same respect as any other Warrior. You enjoy getting a rise out of me too much, Erik. Go play with someone else.”

He crowded her into a nearby corner, his green eyes glistening with mischief under the lights. “You’ve got that backwards. I’m the one who gets a rise out of you.” His hand brushed his thigh. “And I’m not playing, Leila. I want you.”

Her gaze dipped between his legs. The noticeable bulge shot her sensual cravings to painful proportions and brought back the image of his long, thick cock. Unknown to him, she’d seen him erect once on a video monitor, seen him
jacking off
, as the Earthlings called it, according to Alexa, the mate of the Warrior Leader, who had been born and raised on that planet.

She gave herself a mental shake, dislodging the erotic image, along with the sudden, unexpected desire to taste his cock, and know how deeply into her mouth she could suck its length. When he leaned closer and brushed her cheek with his, she trembled and tried to push him back.

He wouldn’t budge.

“I’m not interested, Erik.” Her voice shook just slightly, but enough to be noticeable—damn it.

“You’re lying. You need a good fucking. By me.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. The man was too arrogant and unfortunately intuitive for her best interests.

She refused to let him rattle her, though. “I need to leave.” Duty and friendship took precedence over desire, giving her the excuse she needed. “Keep your cock sheathed and under control. I already have plans.”

His lighthearted grin faded. “To meet Kam? You two seem joined at the hip lately. What’s going on?

Am I going to have to challenge one of my best friends for you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. There’s nothing physical between us.” Why she even explained, she didn’t know.

With him towering over her, the spicy scent of his body, the sounds of sex surrounding them—she didn’t know what she was doing or saying anymore. She should have simply said, “I’m not some prize to be fought over and won.” And left it at that. But this wasn’t her first encounter with Erik, by far, and tonight she didn’t feel like parrying with him.

“Then you won’t mind if I join you two.”

She sighed. “Erik, stop stalking me.”

He pressed his body along hers, crowding her even deeper into the corner. His hands roamed her hips and eased down toward her ass, gathering her skirt with his fingers at the same time. He caressed the bare skin of her thigh, then moved slowly toward her pussy.

His light touch felt good against her skin. He knew just how to touch her for the greatest sexual response. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning into him and mewling.

“Mmm. That’s right, baby.” His lips touched the edge of her mouth. “I’m not stalking you, Leila. I’m seducing you.” The vid-cell on his belt beeped, causing them both to jump at the unexpected interruption.

He grumbled and stepped back, palming the communication device.

Leila breathed a sigh of relief. Probably for the best. She really didn’t want to deal with him right now, not in these surroundings. He stimulated her senses too much, made her crave things that would only complicate her life. She took advantage of his distraction and activated her transport-connector.

Erik frowned when she dematerialized out. “Talk,” he said into the cell. He barely paid attention to the voice on the other end, even though it belonged to Braden Koll, the Warrior Leader. His mind remained elsewhere.

Whenever he pressed his body closely against Leila’s, he smelled her arousal. She desired more from him than friendship. He knew she did. She just hadn’t admitted her need yet.

For himself, he wanted to rip off her clothes, drop to his knees, bury his mouth between her legs, and suck her essence inside him. On missions, they worked well together. He knew they’d burn hot as lovers, if she’d give him a chance to prove he wasn’t really the bastard she often labeled him.

“What?” he asked, missing Braden’s words.

The Marid Mission is a go, he was informed.

At the thought of a new mission, his heartbeat accelerated, and the blood raced through his veins in anticipation. Leila was essential to this particular mission’s team. At least one Class 1 Warrior needed to accompany her to Marid, one of the five moons orbiting their planet. He’d already petitioned Braden to allow that Warrior to be him.

Although the Joining Party seemed crowded tonight, many of Xylon’s Warriors had fled or abdicated to the side of the Slave Masters after the last uprising. Most believed The Lair would fall and decided to get out, align themselves with the stronger side, while they could.

The Lair hadn’t fallen. But now, few remained in comparison to their previous numbers. With fewer Warriors available, Leila would have to comply with Braden’s decision, whether she liked his team assignments or not.

“I’ll be there,” he answered, when instructed to materialize outside the Council Chamber for a special meeting. He disconnected the transmission and re-clipped the cell to his belt.

He stared back into the corner where he’d had Leila trapped. While touching her body and looking into her eyes, the need to fuck her had grown stronger than ever, making more than his dick hurt. Something deep inside him had turned over, making him feel raw and exposed.

He needed to know the details of the relationship between her and Kam. It bothered him that all of a sudden they were spending so much time together, and in secret.

Kam kept too many secrets, even from his close friends. Erik had never liked secrets.

He’d believed Leila when she’d said nothing physical was going on. He supposed. But she hadn’t explained further. Why? He grabbed his transport-connector.

No matter what the mystery between Kam and Leila, he knew one indisputable truth. “That woman is
mine
.”

* * * * *

Leila prepared the stimulant. “Drop your pants.” If the Warrior Council—Xylon’s governing body—found out about this, they’d both end up banished to one of the outer moons. Kam’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“I’m going to inject the medicine into your hip this time.” She tapped the three-pronged needle. “It’ll be more effective. Lean over the back of the seating, there.” She pointed to the red and blue stuffed lounger behind him. Usually, she tended to him in The Lair’s Med Lab, but her quarters provided better privacy, especially since he needed the stimulant more often. From now on, she’d inject him here. That way, she could ensure no one discovered their secret.

“Are you all right?” He tugged at his belt.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re flushed. I know it’s not from the prospect of seeing my naked butt.” He chuckled and waggled his eyebrows.

“Don’t sell yourself short. I’m all aflutter.” She batted her eyelashes, then laughed at the ridiculous action she’d witnessed once on an off-planet satellite feed. Even so, she recognized Kam as a strong, sexy man.

A woman would have to be blind not to acknowledge that, even if uninterested in a relationship. His blond hair and pale, blue eyes often turned heads—both female and male. “After you dematerialized out, Erik showed up. It’s nothing.”

“Somehow, I doubt that.” Kam pushed down his pants and leaned over. “Go easy on me. I’m not him.

Remember that when you’re sticking me.”

She sterilized a spot on his hip, and slowly injected the stimulant. Kam’s biology of half-Xylon, half-Tamarian caused his body to rebel on a regular basis. She pulled out the prongs, and waited for the three puncture wounds to self-heal, an ability most Warriors and breeders possessed. After only a matter of moments, the punctures closed and disappeared. Too bad he couldn’t self-heal the rest of his body.