Janaya (6 page)

“You’re so ready for me,” he murmured, running his fingers along the edge of the elasticized legs. She shivered. He dipped his fingers underneath and glanced up at her with a boyish grin. “Let’s get rid of this.”

Before Janaya could formulate an answer with her sluggish brain, he yanked at the thin strip of material. Fabric ripped and dropped away, baring her fully to his sight.

Janaya’s gaze leapt to his face, her heart jumping through hoops and over hurdles as she studied his reaction. Santana had…
Never mind, Santana. This is for you. Enjoy the moment.

“No pubic hair,” he murmured, tracing fingers across the smooth, hairless skin that shielded her pussy. “Nice.”

He looked…hungry. His eyes dark and intent like a man starving for a feast.

Janaya swallowed the lump that had bloomed in her throat. He made her feel worthy, beautiful, instead of a ritual to perform to make a mating legal. Nothing like the way Santana… Janaya tensed.

Stop thinking of the man!

His hand stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”

Stop? Was the man crazy? Janaya cleared her throat, but when she tried to speak nothing emerged but a strangled croak. She shook her head.

“Stop?” He sounded disappointed and she shook her head frantically from side to side.

“No!” The word exploded past her lips. “Don’t stop.”

“Thank you, God,” he breathed. The cocky grin sprang to life again. “I’ll carry on then.” He moved down the bed until his face was level with her mound. “Man, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

Janaya swallowed, wondering what he intended to do. The mating ceremony with Santana had been quick. Then he’d studied her through his pale eyes and said he supposed she was adequate. Only two more ceremonies to complete.

Luke gripped her thighs. “Stop that, sweetheart. Whatever you’re thinking about.” He smiled lazily, resting his chin on her pelvic bone as he stared up at her. His breath tickled her tummy, sending a shiver of awareness galloping back to her clit. Her pussy quivered. He exerted enough force to let her know he wanted access. Free access to her cleft.

Trust him
.

She thought about it. Something about the Earthman’s eyes encouraged trust. Janaya let her legs relax and fall apart.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Concentrate on where I touch you. Concentrate on how you feel.”

Janaya’s eyelids drifted shut. Her senses heightened yet narrowed to focus on his touch. She heard the beat of Luke’s heart, the soft tick of a clock. Anticipation simmered. A ribbon of awareness sped through her stomach, radiating outward. Lower. Her blood thickened. Nipples tightened even farther to achy, rigid buds. Something wet stroked across her pubic bone. Janaya bit back a moan. The Earthman had barely started yet her heart thundered as if she were in a race. The sensation repeated. Her heart battered the wall of her chest. Cool air blew across her mound then lower. Janaya felt her juices weep down the inside of one thigh; she felt the prickle of whiskers against the tender skin of her inner thighs. She stirred restlessly, her breath coming in harsh pants, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow.

“Steady, sweetheart.” Amusement coated the masculine purr. “We haven’t started yet.” He swiped his tongue over her clit.

Janaya’s pulse bounded away like a startled unilope fleeing a tigoth. Her eyes snapped open and her pelvis thrust upward seeking more of the pleasurable stimulation. The tang of her arousal filled the air.

“Can’t I trust you to follow orders?” He chuckled and slid from the bed leaving her panting hard and tingling from head to toe.

Janaya’s head turned to watch him stride across the room. Buttock muscles flexed with each step. She sighed. Maybe if she followed orders she’d get a chance to scrape her teeth across that tempting expanse of flesh. Then she’d lick away the sting and move on to lick her tongue down his cock to the plum-colored head. Yeah. Good plan.

Luke bent to rifle through the top drawer of the wooden dresser. She caught a glimpse of his cock as he bent and her mouth watered, suddenly desperate to taste.

“Don’t even think about it.” His voice was low. Sexy. “Shut those pretty eyes.”

Janaya found herself obeying, euphoria shooting through her veins to settle in a low, pulsing hum in her pussy. She heard the drawer shut with a snap. Her insides pulled with renewed anticipation. The intimate darkness behind her closed lids heightened her arousal.

The mattress depressed as he joined her on the bed again. She turned toward him, listening for each move he made, imagining him watching her, his gaze traveling the length of her body. The scent of cleanser—Earth soap—on both her and him filled her nostrils. Her acute ears heard the slither of silk. Luke lifted her head, smoothing her hair down, tucking it behind her ears. Material covered her eyes making the blackout permanent unless she exerted her physical strength and pushed the issue.

This time, Janaya parted her legs without his direction. Cool air brushed her nether region. Dampness seeped from her cleft. Keen expectation held her still.

“Right, now where was I?” Luke brushed a kiss over her lips and she tasted her juices on his lips.

“Tasting me,” Janaya blurted. She felt the blaze of color in her cheeks. The heat sank to her breasts.

A soft chuckle sounded. “So I was,” he mused. “Then let’s get this party on track again.”

Janaya held still, waiting. Anticipating. What would he do next? Raw heat rolled over her while her remaining senses worked hard to compensate for her blindness. Touch. Luke’s callused fingers parted her folds and massaged her clitoris, sending lightning arcing through her veins. “More,” she gasped, driving upward to meet his lazy fingers.

“My pleasure,” he said in his masculine purr. One finger sank into her pussy. She groaned. Another finger slid past her slick entrance, stretching her while his thumb brushed over her clitoris. She writhed, wanting more of the decadent friction. Harder pressure.

“More,” she said, the word ending on a groan of pure appreciation. A tingle started. She moaned, thrusting up to seek direct stimulation. The tingle spread, radiating outward, culminating in several crashing waves of sensation that shot down her legs to her toes.

“Ohhh!” she moaned, still riding his hand to milk the orgasm of every sliver of sensation. That hadn’t happened before. Janaya dropped her hips back to the bed, boneless with satisfaction.

A third finger pushed deep into her nectar-slicked vagina. Her belly tightened at the renewed spike of pleasure. So good, she thought, her senses reveling in the heightened awareness the blindfold bestowed on her.

“Your cock,” she demanded. The deep, full marvel of his shaft thrusting into her body would ease the ache that had sprung up again. “Please.”

“Yeah,” Luke murmured. He flicked his tongue in a teasing pass over her clit that left her desperate for more. “I’m thinking I’d like that too. And since you asked so nicely.”

Janaya heard the seductive rustle of cotton sheets as Luke worked his way up the bed and kissed her deep and hot with lots of tongue action. He continued to explore her mouth while he reached for something with his hands. A crackle of paper sounded. Janaya felt Luke roll to his side. Muscles flexed in his arms before he rolled back to remove her blindfold.

“I want to see your eyes when you come,” he said and pushed into her pussy. Hard and fast. They both groaned.

Janaya clung, her hands wound around his neck while their lower bodies strained together. He felt thick and hard inside, the sweet pleasure filling her as she arched into his thrust. His right hand tweaked a nipple, each tug sending a corresponding jolt through her pussy.

“Wrap your legs around my hips,” Luke whispered tersely. His breath came out in sharp rasps and her enhanced hearing caught the pound of his heart. His free hand curved around her hip and then lower to her leg, guiding her as to what he wanted. Needed. Tormenting her with each onslaught.

She followed the order blindly, without argument, and was glad she did. The angle of his thrusts changed, taking him impossibly deep with each determined drive of his cock.

All the while, he watched her, dark eyes branding into her soul, silently urging her to freefall with him into carnal pleasure. Janaya ached for the ecstasy, a repeat of the pleasurable surge as much as his burning hot eyes told her he craved release.

Janaya clenched her inner muscles, experimenting with the technique she’d learned at the joining class on Dalcon. The move wrung a strained groan from Luke so she did it again.

“Yes,” he hissed. He withdrew his cock only to hammer into the depths of her vagina. The exquisite shimmer she’d experienced earlier sent greedy longing through her. More. Now. Janaya gasped. Luke plunged into her. Short, hard strokes that repeatedly bumped against her clit. The shimmer coalesced into a stream of pulsing waves that wrung a soft groan from her throat when they peaked in a crashing finale.

Luke thrust again, maintaining eye contact, his dark eyes reflecting her pleasure-filled gaze. Once. Twice. Before the elation of orgasm fell away, she felt the pulse of his penis deep within her as his seed spewed from him in climax. She clutched him tightly, grateful and awed. She hadn’t known mating could be like this. Extreme. Inspiring. Invigorating. Fun.

When the hammer of his heart finally hushed, he bent to kiss Janaya’s lips in a soft, open-mouthed kiss.

“That was amazing,” he said, his tone sincere and almost in awe.

“Yes,” she murmured. Simply the best mating she’d ever had. Janaya cuddled close to his sweat-slicked body, savoring the closeness after the most amazing experience of her life. If this was bonding, the same bonding that Hinekiri lectured on, then she was all for it.

* * * * *

A thump on his bedroom door jerked Luke from a lusty dream. He cracked his eyes open to find some of his dream true. Janaya lay wrapped around him like a ribbon on a Christmas gift.

“Luke, you coming out of there anytime soon?”

Beside him, Janaya stirred. As he watched, her eyes flickered open.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Luke ran a possessive hand across her hip, savoring the smooth skin. He lowered his head to snatch a kiss.

Janaya swept a lock of blonde hair away from her face and peered up at him. The sleepy look sent a spear of lust straight to his cock.

“Luke!” The doorknob rattled impatiently.

“Coming,” Luke snapped.

“You haven’t got time,” his father hollered through the door. “Dammit! All hell is breaking loose out here.”

Luke sighed and nuzzled the soft skin behind Janaya’s ear one more time. He knew that tone. Seriously rattled.

Even though he sensed things were dire, he was loath to leave the warmth of his bed and the woman he held in his arms.

“Luke!”

Muttering to himself, Luke dragged his hands through his hair and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. Well-used muscles winced at the movement, causing a snicker to emerge. Damn. He’d enjoyed last night. And the early hours of this morning. Several times. The second snicker held definite satisfaction.

“Stay there,” he said. “We didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“No.” Janaya stood decisively and stretched her hands above her head.

Every thought in Luke’s mind stalled. On second thought, perhaps he’d stay here with Janaya. Plenty to keep him occupied. His hands reached for her breasts even as the thought formulated.

“Luke, get your butt out here now!” Heavy masculine footsteps retreated but Luke knew if he didn’t appear soon his father would take an axe to the door.

Luke sighed with real regret. So much for that idea. He grabbed a pair of jeans and yanked them on. “Go back to bed,” he murmured. He unlocked the door and sauntered down to the kitchen whistling.

“Good of you to join us,” his father said.

Hinekiri pushed a coffee mug away from her and stood. “I’m off to look for parts.”

“Parts for what? Maybe I could help,” his father said.

Luke cut off his whistle mid-bar. “I don’t think that’s necessary. I know exactly what Hinekiri needs.” It was bad enough that his father had turned up here unexpectedly and found him shacked up with Janaya and her aunt. He didn’t need him to learn they were aliens.

His father gestured at the newspaper that sat on the kitchen counter. “You have enough to do without running around after vehicle parts.”

“What—?” The insistent ring of the phone cut into Luke’s reply. He snatched up the receiver after giving his father a hard glare. “Yeah?”

“We’ve had reports of strange men wandering around the old junkyard. And Mrs. Bates wants to know what you’re going to do about the aliens. She says that the reports in the paper are proof she was right. We could do with your help. Will you be here soon?” Tony, his second-in-charge demanded. Underlying the request was a trace of panic that told Luke things were bad.

His father held up the front page of the
Sloan Gazette
. The headline was enough to start a burning sensation in Luke’s gut.

“I’ll be there in ten,” he snapped into the phone.

Luke placed the phone down and reached for the paper. The headline was just as bad as he’d feared.

Alien Crop Circles in Sloan

The accompanying story was worse.

“We’re going to have every nut in the neighborhood out in those wheat fields,” he said.

“They’re already there,” his father snapped back. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Look lively. You’re in urgent need of damage control.”

Luke whirled about and headed for his room. Janaya sat up in bed and watched him in silence.

“The mayor’s rung,” his father hollered after him.

As Luke snagged a denim shirt from his wardrobe, he scowled. He shoved his arms in the sleeves and buttoned it up.

“And that reporter’s rung too.”

Marcie Montgomery. He sighed, knowing already that this day would suck big time. Well, it could just wait until he had a cup of coffee. Luke stomped back to the kitchen and grabbed two mugs from the cupboard. Soft footsteps behind told him Janaya had followed. He turned to give her a quick grin, disappointed to see her fully dressed. Violet eyes glowed and a soft flush swept over her cheeks. His heart gave an answering little blip before he turned back to the coffeemaker. Deciding that Janaya looked like a black coffee kind a girl, he filled the mugs and handed one to her.