Under By Treaty (SciFi Romance) (8 page)

He slowly backed away as she climbed to her knees. Then she pulled her hair to one side
giving him access to the back of her neck. Jaden took a ragged breath. He moved forward and studied the clasp. It was a simple hook. The dress dropped away. She was naked underneath.

He
studied the line of vertebra leading down to her tight, pert ass, then leaned down and touched his lips to the throbbing pulse in her throat. Her whimper had a dramatic effect on his cock. Suddenly, his need was urgent. He gently turned her towards him, drinking in the soft curve of her breasts. She lay back, allowing him to slide the dress down her legs and off her feet. He threw the skimpy material to the floor.

She lay there waiting
for his next move.

Jaden
climbed onto the huge bed and hung over her. Her expression exuded anticipation. His lips twitched. He liked this Sonil. She groaned when his head dipped down to her breast. He began to trust his instincts. His lips captured her nipple and she bucked towards him, granting him permission to tease the hard bud with his teeth. He swirled his tongue over its sensitive top, expecting her slightly-scaled skin with its diamond shaped ridges to be rough. Instead it was oiled and smooth. A spicy tang exploded in his mouth. The taste as much as her languorous moan enticed him to bestow the same attention on her other breast.

Strong
hands clenched his ass and directed his cock towards the top of her inner thighs.

“Slowly,” he whispered, moving his lips to her neck and then to her
mouth. He hesitated, but then her lips parted. The pressure on his ass eased off. He rewarded her patience with a flicker of his tongue. Now her hands roamed up his body to his neck and then into his hair. He kissed her, exploring her mouth. Sweet cherries mixed with the spice aftertaste.

The thought
occurred to him then that he could not detect that drugged sensation he’d come to recognize as her peculiar brand of manipulation. No pheromones – his reactions were his own. At the back of his mind, he considered the potential for disabling her, perhaps permanently, but deep down, he knew he wouldn’t.

He would fail.

It would invite the might of the Qui Galactic Empire down on Earth.

It would be madness.

Instead his cock nuzzled her entrance and found her moist and slippery, not too warm. He slid in, moving away when she tried to thrust her hips against him.

She growled.

He held his distance. “Patience, Sonil.”

Her hands
abandoned her exploration of his hair and moved down. She wanted to force him in. He grabbed her right wrist and raised it above her head. She didn’t resist. He pulled her left hand from his butt and brought that one above her head too and pinned both wrists in one hand. He eased his lips from hers and rose above her.

Her eyes gleamed, her
body arched towards him. She was content to let him take the lead. This creature who could toss him around like a rag doll was letting him hold her down and fuck her.

His cock felt like it would burst.

He thrust deeper into her. Muscular ridges rubbed against him, setting his nerve ends on fire. He wouldn’t hold out. She rose to meet him. A need to possess her filled him. He pulled out then pushed in again. She tried to free her hands, but it was a half-hearted effort, and his strength had returned to him in full measure with his passion.

Jaden discovered h
e could support his weight and imprison both her wrists with one hand. His left hand found her side, and then fondled her breast. Her skin was slippery and smooth, just a hint of scales so tiny they were like shimmering glitter. He rubbed the tiny ridges the wrong way and she gasped. Her eyes closed shut.

She was his for the taking.
He should be killing her right now, choking the life out of her. He needed this one simple release. God, how he wanted her.

He
stabbed into her, forcing his throbbing cock past the tight muscles contracting around him until his pelvis was grinding against hers.

She held her breath. Unsure.

He stilled, giving her time to adjust to the fullness of him inside her. Then he felt her relax. He pulled out slightly and watched her eyes, waiting for a sign and saw the moment her huge pupils glazed over. She thrust up and he countered the movement. She moaned. The sound set his pulse racing. He kept up with the rhythm she was setting. Soon she was bucking. Her legs parted and her heels dug into his ass, pushing him deeper. She needed more.

He tightened his grip around her wrists, and began to gyrate his hips, opening her wider. Then he pulled right
out, before slamming back into her. She cried out. Still she allowed him to hold her prisoner. Her willingness to give him control almost undid him.

He
continued to pound into her until she was a bundle of quivering contradiction; desperate for him to bury his cock into her, terrified at the same time. He plunged into her faster, nipping her neck with his teeth then moving up to nibble her earlobe.

She screamed. Her heels kicked him in so deep he thought
he would split her in two. She held him there effortlessly. Her strength overpowered his ability to withdraw. Her muscles contracted violently around him.

U
nable to resist the powerful forces massaging his blood-engorged erection, he exploded inside her. She shuddered beneath him as his cock pumped its load. His orgasm left him weak and he collapsed on top of her.

She rolled him over with ease, not losing contact with his body for a second. Her lips kissed his throat, her fingers entwined with his, pinning his right arm down. He caressed her buttock with his free hand.

“You are
very
good at making love,” Sonil whispered, obviously sated and happy with the experience. “I suspected you would be. It’s partly why I chose you.”

Jaden stilled.

A memory of Zubarev’s voice murmured at the back of his mind.
“You realize that crash was no accident, General? She intercepted your flight. Deliberately!”

“When did you choose me?” he said quietly.

Sonil rose above him, high enough to search his eyes. The gold in her irises glittered at him. “I selected you on the journey to Earth. The Qui requires a tribute whose sacrifice on behalf of their world has meaning. The loss of your parents has driven every choice you’ve ever made. Your thirst for vengeance fuelled your fight against the Qui’s Empire and forged an exemplary warrior in the process.”

The blood drained from Jaden’s face. A dark void opened inside him. His hand formed a fist and her fingers tightened around his wrist in response.

When he spoke, his voice came out a harsh whisper. “You’re remarkably well-informed.”

“Don’t be angry, Jaden.” A clear warning threaded her tone.  “Nothing has changed and now you have accepted the attraction between us your training will progress more rapidly. Culmination involves sexual intercourse and you need to overcome your resistance to physical intimacy with a Qui.”

Suddenly Jaden felt dirty. Used.

“
Sex
won’t help me surrender my heart to your Empress,” he grated out.

Sonil’s grip on his wrist relaxed. Her cheek nestled into the crook of his shoulder. “You can salvage your pride another time. I’m going to sleep.” Her murmur tickled his neck. “I suggest you do, too. Tomorrow, you have a lot of studying to do. ”  

Jaden was happy to simmer in silence. Too many contradictory thoughts whirled around in his head. His breathing slowed as his cock slowly retreated from her warmth, his body as disconnected from his head as ever. He wasn’t in pain, or restrained, or subject to her agonizing brand of discipline, but right now he could do with the distraction. All he could think about was that she’d practically ordered him to make love to her, had pre-selected him before her arrival on Earth because of his history. She had judged he’d be one of the most difficult men to subdue, a challenge she had met and won.

Worse, the next time she asked
him to
make love
he’d be unable to deny his desire to ravage her glorious body, again and again. Sonil saw through the most innocent lie with a radar-like sensor for duplicity.

He had to face the truth. His pride had abandoned him. He had become her love-slave. A heavy leaden weight settled over his heart. He pressed his cheek into the pillow and closed his eyes.

God, he was tired.

Sonil slid off him and tucked against his side.

Fuck. Now she wanted to spoon? It would be akin to sexual torture. How long would she make him wait to fuck... make love... again? Jaden adjusted his position to wrap an arm around her; survival instinct he told himself.  Sonil asleep was safer than Sonil awake.

He let his mind drift.

Thank God his parents weren’t alive to see him now.

*****

Sonil listened to the gentle rhythm of Jaden’s breathing, the steady beat of his heart, its double thump resonating through her body until she wanted to scream. His throbbing cock rested in the crook of her ass. The heady perfume of his arousal coated her body and senses. Her every breath was pure Jaden. She had a mind to take him again and again, to find the limits of his libido and sexual endurance.

To burn off the
ceaseless fires of desire he ignited.

S
leeping next to him would not be easy, not without exhausting this addictive need.

It
would tax her patience, but wisdom dictated an interval of denial. His body and mind were too much in conflict. His decision tonight had surprised her, and had been born from a place of turmoil. His pleasure had left him confused him and angry. She needed to distract his mind from the issue, reduce the pressure and let him dictate the pace of intimacy so his sexual attraction to her did not become an intolerable challenge to his integrity.

Skal, she hoped he would not make her wait long.

The thought of living with a constant pheromonal assault teased her, stopped her falling into sleep. Imagine the smell of his masculinity forever driving her to touch him, taste his body, wrap herself in his scent! His presence would be a veritable torture.

She doubted that sex with the Qui would be a challenge for Jaden.

The Qui’s challenge would be leaving the bedroom.

*****

Something changed between them that first night of love-making.

Not Sonil
’s training. If anything her devotion to his training intensified. The history and culture and language of the K’lahn filled every waking hour he wasn’t exercising or standing to attention for hours on end, for what purpose he hated to imagine.

No, it was the gentle touch of her fingers currently kneading away the stresses of the day from his back, an air of hostilities suspended
– no, it was more than that, a sense that he intrigued her. She had begun to treat him like a valued person, in small, subtle ways.

Sonil enjoyed a vigorous debate, never punished him for his thoughts or feelings, only for a lapse in discipline
or honesty. In this one area she was relentless, but once her duty was done, she was more interested in debating Earth’s successes and failures in its war with the K’lahn. They held such differing perspectives and more than once a thoughtful expression had crossed her face.

“What are you thinking, Jaden?”

Jaden groaned and pressed his face into the bedsheet. “I am thinking I hate that question.” Her thumb pressed deep into a stubborn knot and he moaned as his erection hardened against his stomach. “Okay! I’m thinking that you’ve changed since that night you coerced me into making love.”

“In a good way?”

“Did you read my mind?”

The soft rumble of laughter vibrated up his body. “No, but I have been enjoying our time together.”

Jaden twisted slightly and she raised up enough for him to turn onto his back.

An evil smile played on her lips and her skin turned an even more iridescent blue,
the change so delicate it was barely noticeable. He’d noticed that whenever he was near her, in these intimate moments, the color change happened. He grinned at this overt signal of her arousal. The hard pressure against her belly was turning her on.

Her eyebrow arched suggestively. “I should teach you about Qui anatomy. Female anatomy in particular. You will find it,” she paused, “useful.”

Jaden tracked the shifting colors in her reptilian irises. Gold seemed prevalent right now. “You make it sound like an offer.” The golden flashes in her eyes darkened to jet-black, and he sensed her withdrawal.

“
You are right. It is not the Qui custom to offer.” She started to rise and he caught her hand, pulled her atop him.

“Show me,” he said, keeping
his tone neutral. “I want to know.” His throbbing cock needed release somehow, and he managed Sonil in bed far better than out of it.

She eyed him suspiciously, but a glint of fun quickly chased it away. “Run your fingers up my spine.”