Raashh Decisions (Xxan War Book 3) (2 page)

Raashh was too stunned to react. He wanted this more than he could remember wanting anything since he’d been captured.

“If you gentlemen would excuse us?” she suggested.

“The tranq pad—” Rayn started to offer.

“Won’t be necessary,” she countered.

The two human males left the center nest, and Marie reached beneath his
S’suumea
, taking his primary in her hand. She moaned.

“Your purpose, Marie?”

“Proving that I’m not too small to handle a male your size.”

She stroked him to his full length, making him ache for more.

“And once I do, will you still refuse me?”

He growled, warning her not to challenge him. He was a Dominant.
I am not to be trifled with.

The sound that escaped her lips could only be classified as a purr.

Raashh untied his
S’suumea
, let it drop, and then untied her
S’suuhhea
and let it flutter to the grass. Her ready scent went to his head. Marie wasn’t simply aroused. She was in the human time of fertility. As he understood it, that meant she would ripen for him quickly if he claimed her as his own, as Daahn’s mate had caught for him immediately.

She turned, rubbing up and down his body, enticing him as a Xxanian female in the quickening would.

So that’s what she wants.
Raashh brought her to her knees beneath his bulk and started working the length of his primary cock into her tight little body.

Moans and hisses left her lips, and he bit back foul curses at the fact that he’d been correct. She couldn’t take him. That a given, he withdrew.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned.

“I don’t understand. I am too large for—”

Marie turned on him, glaring as Emma did when Daahn angered her. What had he done to anger Marie? He was being solicitous, attentive, concerned with her well-being. He’d thought all females appreciated such care.

She climbed astride his lap and worked her body down the head of his primary, encasing him in delight. Her sounds were sharp, and she bit at her lower lip, her eyes sliding shut.

Raashh wrapped his hands around her waist and stopped her, rumbling out a soothing sound. If she couldn’t take him, she couldn’t.

Marie smacked at his hand, stunning him to momentary silence.

“You will only hurt yourself,” he protested.

“What in the wide, beautiful universe makes you think you’re hurting me?”

That succeeded in rendering him speechless for a longer period of time.

Marie beat him to coherent speech. “You think the sounds I’m making mean you’re hurting me. Don’t you?”

“They don’t?”

“You’ll know if you hurt me.”

“How will I?” It seemed he couldn’t rely on her sounds to be an indicator.

She pushed further down on his length, stealing his breath. Marie guided one of his hands to her breast, licking her lips when he stroked the soft mound.

“You feel how hard my nipple is?”

He nodded, his head spinning in pleasure.

“And how wet and hot my
pussy
is?”

“Pussy?” It wasn’t a term he knew.

Her inner muscles tightened around his primary. “
Pussy.
”

“Yes. Very hot and wet,” he agreed.

“Those signs mean I am not in pain. I am aroused and in need of you.
Desperate
need of you.”

Marie pushed further down his length, more than halfway sheathing him. “More, Raashh,” she urged him.

“I could climax with this little of you,” he admitted.

“You are going to give me all you have to give, and I am going to love every millimeter of your
cock
.”

His Dominant instincts stood up and took notice. “You are ordering me?”
Me? Second in command to Daahn?

“Perhaps you should show me what my place will be as your mate,” she suggested.

He considered that. Did she want him to Dominate her or did she wish him to play the part of a submissive human male for her pleasure? No female was worth that.
I am Raashh. I am Dominant, and if that does not please her, she had best find a human male.

That in mind, he dragged her hands over her head and pinned Marie to the grass. Raashh thrust deeper, retreated, and came at her again…and again…and again. She wiggled against him, her sounds rising. He peeked down at her nipples, and his cock bucked at the sight of the hard buds of deep pink.

Thank the
Seir-God!
She does enjoy the Dominant in me.

That freed him to thrust harder and deeper. At last, he was fully-seated, and she still gave every indication that she was enjoying his sex.

Marie arched under him, venting screams that would have made him think she was in dire discomfort. Her climaxing pussy convinced him she was experiencing nothing of the sort.

He followed her over with a roar of possession. His fluids jetted into her body, setting off a quickening of Marie’s climax in response. She gasped out his name, pulling lightly against his hold on her wrists.

Marie lay beneath him, panting hard, her nipples still hard and inviting. Raashh lowered his head and licked at one, wondering if Marie would produce the sweet
milk
to feed their young, as Emma had for Daahn’s young.

She shimmied, her breasts bouncing and swaying. He hesitated, meeting her gaze, uncertain if she was asking him to continue or asking him to stop.

“Use your tongue, Raashh. Use it everywhere. I love it.”

The invitation was too sweet to pass up.

****

The rough surface of his tongue was sublime. All the better was the way the forked tips played counterpoint to each other, wrapping around her nipple, tugging lightly at it, rasping against the sensitive nubs. Raashh moved from one nipple to the other and back again, making his stillness inside her nearly unbearable.

His cock was still hard and lodged more than halfway inside her pussy. Marie wanted him deeper. She wanted him pounding again. Moreover, she wanted both cocks staking his claim on her.

Her heart sank as he withdrew. Marie stared at him, begging him silently not to refuse her.

He offered a soothing rumble. “I am simply giving my future mate what she so desperately needs.” There was a hint of a taunt in that.

Before she could question it, he’d turned her and positioned Marie on her hands and knees again. He spread the globes of her ass and traced the ring of her anus with his tongue.

Marie went weak in the knees, and moans escaped her throat. Visions of his secondary, pushing past the ring and into the depths of her ass had tantalized her in her dreams for weeks.

She stiffened at the abrupt thrust of his rough tongue into her ass, thankful that she’d used an enema to clean herself out for whatever play he wanted to engage in. He went still at the change.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Taste wherever you want to, Raashh. Please. Touch me.”

He came at her more avidly, piercing her ass over and over. Just as she felt she might come from his exploration, he moved on to her weeping pussy. The rasping of his tongue sent her to a second climax in moments, and his lazy tasting of her clit set off aftershocks.

Marie came to her senses, cradled in Raashh’s arms, her body vibrating in awareness. They stared at each other, and she wasn’t certain which one of them was more stunned.

She swallowed hard, terrified that he would see her weakness in pleasure as a risk. “Will you refuse me, Raashh?” she asked. Her heart ached at the fact that he still could.
He could, and I would pine for more of him for the rest of my life.

“Tell me you wish to be my mate, and I would not deny you, little one.” He stroked her hair between his thick fingers.

“I do wish to. Now. Please.”

“First I will feed you and bathe you. Then I will make you my mate.”

Marie nodded, gasping out her agreement.

****

Marie moaned at the stroke of clove oil against her clit. She shifted her hips, riding the slick length of Raashh’s finger, seeking closer contact. She licked her lips, wondering how much longer he would keep her in this sexual limbo.

“You make me crazy to make you mine,” Raashh rumbled.

Closer inspection showed his muscles were strung tight, probably in misguided restraint.

Marie smiled. “I was ready when I got off the shuttle.”

He didn’t argue it. Raashh scooped up her right hand and guided it beneath the surface of the water. His primary was rigid, and she started to stroke it. He shook his head and moved her fingers lower. She gasped in the realization that his secondary was already the length of her little finger.

“Make me ready to anoint you.”

Oh, yes!
Marie started using two fingers to stroke him. In moments, he was long enough to use three. Then all four.

Guttural sounds escaped his throat, and Raashh shivered in seeming delight. “Be sure, Marie. When my
Zhigaaal
starts to flow, I will anoint you, and I will not rest until you are bound as my mate and full of my young.”

“Oh, yes. That is what I want.”

His secondary moved against her hand slightly. A light burning sensation said his
Zhigaaal
had started to flow.

Her heart rate rose a dozen beats a minute and then more. Already, the need to have him between her thighs was maddening.

Raashh lifted Marie by the waist, and she let his cock slip from between her fingers. He settled her on a warm boulder at the edge of the pond.

Before she could question him, his fingers started working at her nipples, spreading the stinging
Zhigaaal
over her. Marie arched into his touch, at a loss for the words to encourage him. Her supporting arms trembled beneath her.

He traced a line of heat down her abdomen, retreated, and came back with what could only be a fresh coating of the pheromone. Marie pressed up with her heels, opening herself to him for more. Hot trails stole her thinking mind, leaving her aware of only a patchwork of pleasure as Raashh worked the
Zhigaaal
into her clit, her swollen and hungry labia, and finally into the ring of her ass.

She was on fire, needing more that only Raashh could offer. Marie didn’t question that Emma’s memories of being anointed were correct. If another man touched her now, she’d try to kill him.
With good reason. I am Raashh’s woman.

Raashh set out to drive her mad. He spread his pheromone along her inner thighs, coated her mound with it, even painted a line of it between the globes of her ass, as if assuring himself that every possible erogenous zone was liberally coated in his potent scent.

As if proving her assessment correct, he did the same along the line of her collarbones, down the pulse points of her throat, at the soft, sensitive spot behind her ear, and finally brought a healthy helping to her mouth. Marie trembled as he spread it along her lips, thirsty for more, ravenous for what would come next.

She sucked his finger in, talon and all. Raashh went still, watching her drinking every drop with a moan, his eye slits narrowing.

“Do you…suck as I have heard other
human
women suck?” he asked.

Marie released him and licked her lips. “Anytime you want me to,” she vowed.

He hesitated long enough to make Marie wonder if he wanted it or was repulsed by it. At last, Raashh rose to his feet and brought his cocks to her lips. “Suck me, Marie.”

She engulfed most of the primary, working the broad column in and out. Raashh let her fellate him, his hand playing at her curls lightly but not pulling her in for more. He would learn in time that she liked that.

“The secondary. Suck the secondary.” There was no mistaking the bark of order.

Marie released his primary and sucked the secondary in. The
Zhigaaal
was like spice on her tongue, and she moaned, seeking more of him. Before she quite knew what was happening, his secondary was sliding in and out of her throat without a hint of a gag reflex.

Raashh’s roar spurred her on. She was going to make him come. She was going to drink down every drop, and after that, she would be his forever.

His second roar was accompanied by a hand holding the back of her head, his secondary deep in her throat. He erupted, shooting a load of
Zhigaaal
in; she swallowed it greedily. Her head spun, and her arms folded. Raashh supported her weight, laying her on the boulder as his secondary slipped from between her lax lips.

There was no mistaking his next move. Raashh positioned himself so she could see him stroking up more
Zhigaaal
. His expression said she was his, and he would kill anyone who stood in the way of him finalizing that connection between them.

Thank the stars! He’s what I’ve always wanted.

****

Raashh had never seen anything more beautiful. Marie was splayed out on the stone, drunk on his
Zhigaaal
, already well on her way to being his forever.

Quickly. Females fight when the stunning wears off.

Just as Marie started to move, he positioned his secondary at her delicate pink seam and thrust into her, spreading his pheromone the full length of her lovely channel.

The channel I’ll be pounding for the next three days. And then the rest of our lives, as it pleases us to do so.
He hoped Marie would continue to be as receptive as she’d been thus far, as the years passed.

It didn’t take much to make him climax again, especially since his first thrust pushed her to the delicious contractions and sounds that announced her climax.

All that time, I thought Emma was in pain. Daahn has been blessed to have so responsive a mate.

But not as responsive as mine, it seems.

Marie went still beneath him again, the momentary pause in the binding that the
Seir-God
had graciously built in to allow the biding to progress unimpeded. Raashh didn’t waste it. He massaged the base of his secondary, pouring as much of his
Zhigaaal
against her barrier as he could. The iris of muscle spread wide to the relaxing effects of the pheromone, and Raashh worked his secondary through it carefully, mindful that human women might tear at too rough handling.