Base zero, p.12
Base Zero, page 12
part #2 of Captured Earth Series
This time, when I call them back, they react and obey, moving from her to me and settling under my skin.
Sa’am’s eyes are wide as she watches, but she doesn’t move. She doesn’t say a word, and she doesn’t pull away.
She shifts a little, her body going tense as she meets my gaze, waiting.
“Not yet.” The growl is deep, disturbing the air between us, and Sa’am blinks.
“Not yet?” Her arms around my neck slacken a little. “Not now?”
Oh, definitely now. There’s no way I want to turn back now. But…
“I want to taste you first.”
Sa’am blinks at me again, her gaze falling as she turns my words over in her head.
Then she does something I don’t expect. She bares her neck to me.
“Hmm, I guess that’s okay, as long as you don’t bite hard.”
I almost laugh.
“Not there, little flower,” I growl as I shift from underneath her arms and move lower.
A gasp is all I hear, breath hissing through her teeth as her legs clamp shut around my head.
But I’m too fast. My tongue is already between that little mat of curls.
A thrum erupts from me as her taste bursts across my tongue.
By the Gods…
This is it.
I think I have found the center of the universe.
Chapter Twenty
SAM
I don’t expect what he does next, but the large alien surprises me.
I only have a moment of realization before he dips, his tongue flicking out of his mouth to dive right through my folds.
My clit throbs the moment his thick tongue runs over it and my legs slam closed.
Ga’Var reaches up and grabs them. He presses my thighs tighter, keeping his head imprisoned between my thighs, and I have to muffle a scream of pleasure as his tongue dives again.
Oh fuck…
My hips jerk and I feel like I’m going to orgasm already.
His tongue is wet and wide. Thick enough to feel like a weapon on its own. The tapered end flicks over my clit as if the fucker has realized that’s what making my hips buck and when I shudder again, I feel him rumble.
He runs his tongue over my clit, licking, flicking, vibrating like a motorized pleasure-her dildo and my thighs tremble.
But Ga’Var isn’t letting me go.
He keeps my thighs closed against the sides of his head and, for once, I allow myself to feel.
I don’t worry about suffocating him. He doesn’t seem to care.
He rumbles again, as if he’s feeling the pleasure I’m feeling, and it hits me that…maybe he is.
Maybe he is enjoying it.
The thought makes me shudder as a fresh wave of want rushes through me.
With each buck of my hips, Ga’Var groans louder until I am shaking like a pile of leaves.
I don’t think I can take it anymore.
It feels like I am about to lose control of my body…and then Ga’Var stops.
He groans as he gives me one final long, slow lick straight through my folds, and I cry out his name.
“Ga’Var,” I pant.
I think he’s done, but then he simply adjusts himself.
Something hard presses into my clit.
I can hardly see through my blurred vision, but I look down.
His nose. The ridges on it rub against me and I whimper at the unfamiliar sensation, as another bolt of pleasure runs through me.
I feel the peak rising within me, about to burst through me like a geyser when Ga’Var’s tongue pierces me.
So thick, and hot, and wet—my vision goes white.
The orgasm hits me hard, my hips bucking, causing my clit to rub along his nose as his tongue pulls back and enters me again and again and again.
“Ga’Var!”
“Haa…”
He mumbles against me even as my hips continue to buck.
It’s almost as if I can feel my orgasm seeping over his tongue, and he growls deep as the tremors fade from my body.
I’m panting as Ga’Var finally loosens his hold on my thighs and my legs fall open.
He looks up at me and my cheeks blaze as I feel his tongue still moving within me.
But he doesn’t look away.
The brazenness in his gaze is like watching a lion staring at you, knowing you are its next meal.
I would never survive in the Serengeti on my own…because that look doesn’t make me want to run.
I reach down, my hand brushing over the locs on top of his head.
They are thick, like his tongue…like his cock…and another surge goes through me at the dirty thoughts.
Ga’Var groans, his gaze still locked with mine as he pushes his tongue deeper inside me.
My hips buck again just as his tongue slides out of my channel.
Fuck…
This is really hot.
He is really hot.
He flicks his tongue over my folds again, over my clit, and I swear I see the corners of his lips twitch when I whimper.
Shit.
How am I still horny?
I’ve never been horny after coming before.
That feeling usually dies.
But looking at Ga’Var…there’s nothing I want more than to feel him inside me right now.
Who knows…
This might be the last time we’re ever alone together.
This might be the last time we ever do this.
Ga’Var rises over me, his gaze searching mine.
He runs his tongue over his lips, licking away my juices.
“Beautiful Sa’am…”
The way he is looking at me…
No one…no one has ever looked at me like this before.
As if they’ve never seen anything better. As if I’m a star in the sky they could gaze on every day and every night.
My legs part some more as he comes between them, and soon we are face to face.
Ga’Var’s head dips and he inhales the skin at my neck.
“You offered me your neck earlier…”
“Mmhm…” My voice is a whisper I do not recognize. “Your fangs. I thought you wanted to taste my blood.”
Ga’Var groans so loud that I feel it in his chest.
“Sa’am…you will be the death of me.”
He lifts his head and I meet his gaze once more. My clit is throbbing again, as if I was not just sated.
I’ve never had this level of attraction to anyone before.
“Is that a good or bad thing?”
Ga’Var growls. “Good,” he says. “Very good. If I have to die, I wish for the last thing I remember to be this time I spend with you.”
His words surprise me even as his hand grasps my hips.
The Vullan didn’t seem like the romantic sort.
I was wrong.
Ga’Var’s gaze moves down my now naked body, the blanket long gone, and he grasps one of my breasts, his clawed fingertip brushing lightly over the nipple.
My breath hitches and he glances my way.
“So many areas to enjoy…” he murmurs, then meets my gaze again. “I am sorry. We Vullan only have one thing to give you pleasure. My sazi is the only pleasure point I can give you.”
Um…clearly, he does not know what he just did to me with his tongue.
“Sah-zi?”
He eases off me somewhat and my gaze falls.
Big, reddish with a dark line of veins on the underside, his huge cock bobs in the air, fully hard and dripping pre-cum.
The sight of it makes my heart skip a beat.
He’s large, much larger than I realized in the darkness of the night.
He’s tapered toward his tip, but with a girth like that…
Ga’Var shifts again and settles back on his legs, looking down at me.
His cock bobs upright and I see a literal throb go through it.
He’s just as horny as I am, if not more.
I don’t understand why he’s not fumbling to get inside me as quickly as he can.
Most men I’ve been with…
But that’s just it.
Ga’Var isn’t a man.
I can’t compare him to them.
He’s something completely different.
The control he’s exercising right now, even after making me come so hard while he’s still pining for release, makes my respect for him rise a notch.
His gaze moves over me and somehow I don’t squirm.
The way he looks at me isn’t leery or uncomfortable.
He looks at me as if I’m his…as if I’ve always been his.
That look only stops and becomes a heated blazing fire as his gaze lands on the thick mat of curls between my thighs.
I can sense why he’s waiting, unsure.
I can see the power in those muscles. I’m aware of what he could do to me if he wanted to. But the fact that he isn’t…the fact he’s holding back…it gives me confidence he won’t hurt me.
Somewhere, I find the bravery to sit upright and move toward him.
Ga’Var’s eye slits widen and contract as I near and a thrum rumbles through him when I wrap my arms around his neck.
He grasps my ass, pulling me up onto his lap, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him before he manages to make me settle.
“Sa’am. What are you doing?” His cock throbs between us.
“Shh. Don’t speak.” Because I’m this close to rethinking this and running away.
I grasp his cock and Ga’Var stills, his chest rising as he holds his breath.
His eye slits disappear and all I see is burgundy as I fist him, or try to…
But the movement of my hand down his shaft sends a shudder of pleasure through him and he bares his fangs a little.
He grips my hips tighter, so tight, I can hardly lift myself to position him beneath me, but at the first brush of his tip against my folds, he freezes again.
I freeze, as a shock of pleasure I wasn’t prepared for goes straight through me.
His cock throbs, brushing hard against my clit as I move him down toward my center, the tip slipping in just a little in a movement that has us both gasping.
“No,” he groans, and his muscles tense against me. “Injuring you is not my goal.”
I can hardly think around the feeling of his tip inside me. Formulating thoughts puts a strain on my brain. But I manage to moan something unidentifiable.
“Sa’am,” Ga’Var groans.
“Deeper,” I try again, and I feel him react this time.
His chest expands as he takes a deep breath.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
There’s a rumble in his throat. “Just a little then,” he whispers. “Just a taste.”
Ga’Var growls and my eyes roll back into my head and he takes over, pulling me down farther on him.
He’s everything I imagined and more, the feel of his thickness stretching me from within, creating an exquisite ache I’ve never felt before.
Just a little?
I don’t think a little will satisfy either of us.
Ga’Var growls again as he lifts me just enough without breaking our contact. When he lowers me again, the tapered tip of his cock sinks deeper, the thick part of his shaft stretching my entrance.
I grip on to his shoulders and try to relax as he repeats the movement.
But with each throb of his cock, I grow wetter still, and soon, that tight stretching isn’t a hindrance anymore.
With each slow thrust, Ga’Var works himself inside me and I’m lost, floating on a cloud far above us until I lift my head to look up at him.
The utter torment on his face has me speechless.
His teeth are clenched, his fangs bared, the muscles in his jaw and shoulders taut and stretched.
He’s holding back.
Scared he’ll hurt me.
Something inside me clenches at the thought and I grip him tighter, plastering my lips against his.
He rumbles something I do not understand as he thrusts, working himself deep inside me until we’re flush against each other.
The pressure is almost too much, as if I’m going to split in two, but the ultimate feel of it all…
“Ga’Var,” I whimper and he pulls me against his chest as he thrusts upward.
I’m so tight against him, not even a hair could pass between us.
There are ridges where his cock stems from, and those ridges connect with my clit, sending new shockwaves through me.
“Ga’Var!” I pant his name just before another orgasm overtakes me and I stiffen, my body heaving with the extent of the pull.
There’s a grunt and I’m suddenly on my back as Ga’Var gives one final, hard thrust that pushes me back into the cot.
A growl rumbles in his throat before he tilts his head back and roars.
And when he looks at me…
When those fiery eyes land on mine…
I know this can’t be the last time.
Because I don’t want this to end.
Chapter Twenty-One
GA’VAR
I’m caught in the land of my birth.
I see the starships sailing in the sky. I see myself running through the rocky plains chasing kuurga.
That was the last time I was happy.
But that memory is being replaced with what I am experiencing now.
Sa’am is limp in my arms as she looks up at me through glazed eyes.
And I wonder…
How did I not see it before?
Sa’am…is mine.
My ba’clan thrum from within me as if to say they have been trying to tell me this all along.
But the thought is…alien.
Is this how Fer’ro felt?
Is this what my brother went through when he realized Adee’ra was his?
My gaze moves over my female’s natural form.
Small. Pink. Perfect.
But oh so vulnerable.
And a wave of emotions I never expected swarms into my head.
The need to protect her with my life surges like a fire within me.
My sazi throbs in agreement. Still nestled deep in her suu’ci, her walls contract around me, and a thrum goes through me that I don’t withhold.
“You…didn’t come?” Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me. “I thought you did…”
Come…
The way she is looking at me, with wonder and disappointment on her expressive face, makes me pause.
She wonders why my sazi is still ready for her. Why I am still extruded?
“You didn’t enjoy it?” She searches my gaze. “I—”
I dip my head to hers, cutting her off.
How could she think she did not please me?
“I will always be ready for you, my flower.”
“But you’re still…hard and…” Her cheeks grow warm as my sazi throbs again.
“It is always hard. Even when my spend is released.”
“Oh.” She doesn’t meet my gaze this time, and I put a finger under her chin and force her to look at me.
Sa’am is…exactly what I never knew I needed.
I’m lost staring at her when I hear a growl.
It sounds like a small animal, and my ba’clan crawls over my skin in a split second as I slide out of Sa’am, blocking her with my body as I glance around the shelter.
My sazi slips back into its pouch as I rise in a crouch, but I do not see any small animals that might have crept in.
Annoyance rises within me.
How could I have let my guard down when my mate, as vulnerable as she is, rests here?
There’s the sound again, this time behind me, and I spin to see Sam gripping her stomach.
I sniff, the scent of our mating filling my nostrils as she sits upright.
“I’m hungry,” she says and my ears twitch.
The sound came from her?
She growls again and I blink, my nictitating membrane sliding over my eyes just once.
Shame fills me, driving away the annoyance.
I should have fed her before I pierced her with my shaft.
“I will hunt for you.” I hop off the sleeping pad in one movement, but the feel of Sa’am’s touch stops me in my tracks.
“Wait.” She slides her legs off the edge of the sleeping pad. “I have food, remember. The snake.”
She rises and walks in strange jerks as she heads to where she’d hid the food from the day before.
I can smell it.
It doesn’t smell edible, but she takes it out, sniffs, and smiles.
“Still good.”
I do not know how she ingests food that is not freshly killed.
She walks with those strange jerks back to the sleeping pad and my gaze falls to her swollen leg.
As soon as she sits, I crouch and take the leg into my hand, examining it.
“Oh, it feels a lot better now. I can’t believe it but your suit…whatever it’s doing, it’s helping.”
My ears twitch a little as I watch her sink her teeth into the meat.
“If that is so, why are you walking as if you are experiencing discomfort?”
She stops chewing and her cheeks grow warm.
I am beginning to understand what that change in color means.
She is embarrassed by something.
But what…?
“It’s not my leg.” There’s a smile that plays at her lips before she continues eating and it takes me more than a few moments to realize just where the discomfort is.
My ears perk off my head as my gaze drops to her center, just as Sa’am squirms.
“I’m fine. Just a little sore. It will go away.”
I do not believe her.
I have done what no Vullan should do.
I have hurt my female.
“Lie back. I will heal it for you.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, causing wrinkles on her otherwise smooth forehead.
“Heal it? With your suit?”
I shake my head.
“No. With my tongue.”
SAM
I drop the food, a nervous giggle erupting from me as I scoot backward.
There’s no way I can take another onslaught of Ga’Var’s tongue without putting myself in a coma.
“It’s okay. It’s just my body documenting what just happened between us.”
He studies me for a moment.
“I could soothe you still.” At his words, his tongue flicks out of his mouth, running over his lips as if he can already taste me there.
