Raashh Decisions (Xxan War Book 3) (7 page)

“Yes.” Saying it was easier than she’d anticipated it would be.

Daveed looked around. “That would be problematic.”

Her hopes sank a bit.

His body pressed to hers. “I suggest we take the edge off of our need here and go somewhere safer to mate.”

She nodded. “Safer. Yes.” His scent drew her in, and Joy worked his tie open, then the buttons on his shirt. She had to find the source of that enticing scent.

She parted his shirt, tears filling her eyes at the sight of the healing wound. He’d nearly died for her.

“Joy?”

She pressed her lips to the line of healing tissue, and he shivered.

Daveed guided her head to one side, situating her at his male nipple. “I believe this is what you really want.”

The spice against her lips made her moan. Joy licked her lips, and he gasped. She sucked at him, and Daveed’s hand closed in her hair. She didn’t question that his musk was an aphrodisiac. And she didn’t care. Joy sucked more avidly, then moved to the other side.

Daveed drew her back, then brought his mouth down on hers. The kiss left no doubt that they were going to finish what they’d started. Here and now.

He broke away, and she opened her eyes, staring up into his. Once he had her complete attention, he started talking.

“And now, Joy, I will sample
your
musk.”

Her breath caught in her throat at that pronouncement. She reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, but his hands were there first. Letting Daveed strip her clothes off was a decadent pleasure, and Joy settled back, indulging in it.

The silk eased down her body, and Daveed sank to one knee, keeping pace with it. His tongue circled one nipple, and Joy grasped at the back of his head, enjoying his smooth skin. His tasting touches became sucking so avid she felt love bites rising on her skin.

He pushed her dress up her thighs, baring her. This dress wasn’t meant to be worn with underwear. She was glad that she chose it.

Daveed left her breasts, and his hot breath teased at her sensitized skin. He lifted her by the waist and settled Joy on the edge of the table, then pushed her knees apart.

The first puff over her core wrenched a moan from her. His tongue came next, more mobile than a human man’s. He traced her, inside and out, then started thrusting inside her, the slightly-roughened surface of his tongue propelling her into bliss.

Her sense of balance deserted her, and Joy reached behind her, hoping to brace herself up. The stacks of folded silk went sliding across the top of the table. She landed in the midst of it, silk tantalizing her back and thighs, while Daveed drove her toward release.

She abandoned her attempts at quiet in the realization that he’d soundproofed the room. Moans turned to pleas, then to shouts, as Joy catapulted over the edge of reason.

Still Daveed didn’t stop. He was ravenous, determined, but what he was determined to accomplish, Joy couldn’t say.

At last, he rose to his feet between her spread knees. Joy trailed her gaze to his cock, erect and weeping pre-cum already, his trousers spread just enough to allow her a peek at his hairless balls. His shirt was open wide around his chest, and his jacket was off, probably dropped to the floor. She licked her lips, wondering if all of him tasted of that hint of spice.

Daveed groaned. “Not now. If you do, I’ll start claiming you here, and this is definitely the wrong place to begin that process.”

Joy nodded her agreement. In the office wasn’t even appropriate for what they’d done so far, but that didn’t mean she was going to stop him now.

He reached out and turned her until she was bent over the conference table, her legs quaking lightly beneath her. There was a moment of stillness.

“Daveed?”

He slipped to the hilt inside her, his silk-mix trousers teasing at her buttocks as he started thrusting. One large hand closed on her hip, holding Joy’s midsection away from the edge of the table. The other closed on a breast, kneading lightly.

Joy gasped, her body rocketing toward another release.
By the stars, I should have done this weeks ago.

“You’re mine,” Daveed grumbled. His thrusts came faster and harder, as if in a physical representation of that proclamation.

Her body tightened, then shot into climax. Joy was vaguely aware that she was shouting.

Daveed’s cock erupted, filling her with a glorious wave of heat. He was growling, every muscle taut against her body. He eased her against the edge of the table, then started laying kisses on the back of her neck and shoulder.

He eased out of her, then turned Joy to the edge of the table. Just when she thought he was going to kiss her, perhaps even thrust into her again, Daveed started drawing the dress up her body. He reached around her and eased the zipper up, bringing their bodies in close contact again.

“Daveed?”

“The sooner we dress, the sooner I can claim you properly.”

“At your home?”

He hesitated for a moment. “No. We’ll want privacy. Your penthouse is in the secured building. Would you mind going there?”

She shook her head.

Daveed lifted her from the table and settled Joy to her feet. He smoothed her dress down her thighs. Then he scooped up his jacket and held it up for her to ease her arms into it. Joy complied, and he buttoned it for her. She cuffed up the arms twice, and still her fingers peeked from the edges.

He buttoned his shirt, leaving the top two buttons open and the tie hanging loose down the front. Then he tucked his cock into his trousers and fastened them, blousing his shirt slightly.

Daveed held out his hand to her.

Joy glanced around at the destruction they were leaving behind. Her face heated. Between the way they were dressed and the state of the conference room, there would be no question what they’d been doing in here.

He placed his fingertips beneath her chin and tipped Joy’s face up. “We’ll be leaving on my personal elevator. No one will be in this room until we come back again.”

She nodded, though she wasn’t sure where the personal elevator might be. She’d never seen one in his office. Maybe it was a hidden elevator. Joy looked around at the walls. “Where?”

Daveed laughed heartily at her question. “There are three. I’ll show you how to access them all. But, for now…”

He strode to the far side of the room, where a Van Gough that she’d always suspected was the original hung on the wall. Daveed spoke in smooth, trilling Xxan. Then he waved her over to him. Joy made her way to his side.

Daveed tipped his head down and whispered in her ear. “Say your name and the words ‘transport now’.”

“Joy transport now.”

Another order in Xxan left his lips. Was he training the elevator to respond to her?

“Say it again, but this time, say your full name.”

She looked up at him, questioning. “My name as it is now or…?”

“My woman is quick and intelligent,” he breathed. “But I knew that. The name you will use once we are mated.”

She nodded. “Joy Raashh transport now.”

He smiled. “Again. The same words.”

“Joy Raashh transport now.”

Daveed pressed a kiss to her lips. Joy turned her head, amazed that the elevator door was halfway open, moving silently; one section of wall pulled forward and slid aside in front of another.

“Anytime you feel the need to call the elevator—in an emergency or just to move about the building without going through the public areas of it, you will use those words. It is keyed to your voice, and once we have mated, I will key the interior controls to recognize your biological signature.”

He guided her onto the elevator, and the door closed behind them automatically. Daveed pressed a button marked RG.

“RG?”

“Raashh’s personal garage area. The vehicles transporting members of our nest park in a secured area.”

“Understandable.” The area her driver dropped her in at the penthouse had the same security, as did the one her driver had taken her to that morning. Was that Raashh’s personal garage? Something told her it was.

Another question occurred to her. “So, if I pushed the button now, before you’ve keyed the controls to me?”

“The elevator would lock down and summon our security team.”

“And you can’t key it to me now, because…?”

“Your biological signature will change slightly during mating. Not significantly, but a bit. It’s best to wait and not confuse the system.”

The door opened, and Daveed took her arm. Their leisurely stroll across the garage ended at a streak of what could only be a Xxanian bodyguard coming their way.

Daveed barked an order in Xxan.

The bodyguard came to a halt. He tipped his head to Daveed. “My apologies. When I saw you coming down, I thought there was something wrong.” He tipped his head to Joy. “Ms. Patterson.”

Joy wondered how he knew her name.

Her limo pulled up behind his, and her driver vaulted out. He rushed to open the door for her, looking more than a little rattled.

Daveed waved him off. “We won’t be needing you, Beel. Joy will be with me for the rest of the day. You’re relieved.”

Her driver tipped his head, though his expression said he was confused. “Very well, Daveed. Call for me if Ms. Patterson requires my services today.”

Her cheeks heated. From what she understood, she wouldn’t require his services for several days. Beel’s eyes narrowed, and he withdrew.

Daveed led her to the back door of his limousine, and his bodyguard moved to open it for them. Joy slid onto the seat. Halfway in, she looked up at the bodyguard and went still. He’d stiffened, and his tongue peeked past his lips.

Tongue scenting.
He knows we’ve had sex. The other male’s cock stirred behind his uniform pants.

An order from Daveed had him straightening, backing off a step, leaving her field of vision.

Joy moved across the seat, and Daveed joined her. The bodyguard closed the door and rounded the car to the driver’s seat.

Once he was settled, he questioned Daveed. “The nest?” he asked.

“No. The penthouse in town.”

“Your
seir
—”

“Now,” Daveed snapped.

“As you wish, Daveed.”

Once they were in motion, Daveed closed the panel between the driver and themselves. He sealed his mouth to hers.

The arousal was scorching, and Joy climbed astride him. She reached down and stroked his cock through his trousers. Even if they didn’t have time to have sex again, she wanted to touch him.

Daveed didn’t argue it. His moan said he wanted precisely what she was doing.

Joy gasped at the feeling of a narrow column, growing next to his cock.
Two cocks. It must be his secondary.
She stroked more avidly, bringing him up.

He pulled back from the kiss, his breathing ragged. “You shouldn’t. If I come, it’s begun.”

She stroked harder, gasping at his length coming up, surpassing his primary cock in length.

“Be sure, Joy. My secondary will bind us, nearly at the first touch of my
Zhigaaal
.”

“Good.”

Both cocks jerked beneath her hand. Joy wanted to open his trousers, but something told her he wouldn’t allow that. She went back to stroking, watching the secondary grow avidly.

A wet spot appeared at the head of the secondary, beneath the waistband of his trousers.

So long.

Joy’s mouth went dry in the memory of Daveed’s warning. It was her choice to bind with him. She touched the spot, her fingertips tingling. His secondary twitched, and she went back to rubbing, bringing up more of the stinging liquid.

She trailed her fingertips in it, her attention rapt on the growing spot. Some primal voice in her mind urged her to rub it on her clit, on her slit, to let Daveed lick it off. Somehow, Joy knew he would. It was madness. How could she know such a thing?

Her heart thundered and her head spun pleasantly. She wanted him inside her.
Now.
A glance at the darkened window showed they were nearly to the penthouse.
Soon.

The scent rising between them was sublime. Joy licked her lips again, visions of her returning the favor of him eating her to climax running a sex tape looping in her mind.

“You need me already. Don’t you?” Daveed breathed. “I knew you would.”

“I want to suck you,” she admitted. “Now. And then—”

“In a moment. I promise you, I’ll let you suck me.”

“Your secondary,” she qualified.

“Most definitely.”

The car’s engine turned off, and she eased off of Daveed’s lap and to the seat, pulling down at the dress. She glanced at the dual ridges pressing to the front of his trousers.

“Joy?” he prompted.

“There is no way we’re going to hide that.”

Daveed laughed. “There’s no reason to hide it.” He pushed the door open and stepped out. Then Daveed reached a hand in for Joy.

She stood, shooting a sideward glance at the bodyguard. He didn’t look their direction, though she had no doubts he was more than aware of precisely how far they’d gone in the car.

They were in the elevator when the bodyguard spoke again.

“I will have to tell your
seir
where you are, Daveed. He will be expecting you.”

Daveed raised Joy’s hand and kissed her palm, making her heart race. “Tell him.”

The elevator door closed behind them, and Daveed swept Joy into a heated kiss that made her wonder if they would even make it out of the elevator before the mating started.

She reached for his trousers, and he let her unfasten them, though he held her tight to his body so she couldn’t slide to her knees as she wanted to. Joy worked her hand between them. She wrapped it around both cocks, then released the primary and stroked just the secondary. It was the secondary she wanted to explore. It moved against her hand as a cat’s tail might, making her gasp.

The pre-cum on his secondary was more potent when it touched her skin directly, and she moaned. Air scorched in her lungs, and heat licked down her inner thighs.

The elevator door opened, and Daveed backed her out of it, their lips parting and meshing over and over again.