“It is nothing compared to my palace at Perzivor, but it will do. Were your companions safe and sound?”
“They are… Kanuz, what do you know about the Warlord Trials?”
“They are the ultimate test of strength, courage, and intellect for our people. Those who make it to the end become the leaders of our cities.”
“Niki is taking part in it. In two weeks... and I’m joining her.” I narrow my eyes, waiting for him to say he doesn’t want me to do it, that I’m a princess now or some other nonsense.
But Kanuz only grins wider, then clasps me to him. “I would be honored for my mate to be a warlord of Sueva. A princess and a warlord. Yes. I like that very much.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Why would I be upset?”
“Because… I didn’t talk about it with you first?” I’m grasping at straws.
“You do not need to discuss every decision with me. I am honored to hear out any problems you have, but your life is yours, as much as you are my mate, you are still your own person, are you not?” He scratches his chin. “I am more and more concerned about what your marriages look like on Earth.”
“I just thought you would be mad.”
“Did you want to have a fight?” He raises one eyebrow, perplexed.
“No,” I say, not sure what to do with my hands. “Of course, I didn’t.”
Suddenly, he slams me against the walls of the myza, caging me in with his broad arms on either side of me. “If it is a fight you want, my golden flower, I am happy to oblige your every whim. I did not know your passions had this edge, but I am more than willing to test how sharp you are.”
My heart speeds up, and I’m suddenly wet with desire. His mouth ravishes mine, and when I reach up to cup his face, his hands circle my wrist. Before I can react, he’s pressed them over my head, pinning them to the wall with one hand.
His other hand makes small circles on the exposed skin of my abdomen, his talons tickling at the seam of the blouse. “I like this outfit very much.”
“It’s different,” I say, my eyes closing as he kisses the sensitive flesh of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine, and I let out a soft moan.
“You like it when I’m firm with you. When I’m in charge. I can tell. I can smell it on you. I can smell the greediness from that wet cunt of yours.” His nose presses against the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and he inhales deeply, challenge in the statement.
My eyes fly open, and I’m more than game to rise to his challenge. “You want it like that, huh? You want to be in charge?”
“Are you going to let me, little flower?” His fangs graze my skin.
“Yes,” I say, and then jerk my hands from his loosening grip. Or, at least, I try to.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he murmurs. His lips curl into a smile against my neck, and then the pressure from his fangs increases. “You said you would let me.”
His hand slips under the fabric of my blouse, and he growls in approval as his fingers caress the pointed tip of my breast.
I let myself sag against him, more excited than I’d ever imagine I’d be by this little roleplay. His fingers loosen slightly on my wrists, and I grind against him, searching for more. Needing him.
His grip loosens even more, and then I yank my hands away, slipping under his arm and laughing wildly as my feet pad against the wood floor. I’m not fast enough though, not by far, and before I hit the doorway to the bedroom Kanuz is on me, his hands on my waist as he throws me over one shoulder.
I squeal, caught between laughter and arousal, and enjoying myself way too much. It’s like a wildfire, this thing between me and Kanuz. I keep expecting it to burn out, to be all smoke, but it burns hard and fast and catches everything in its wake.
With one arm around my waist, he strides through the door, then slaps my ass, hard enough to make me cry out in surprise.
“Is that what you want, Gen? You want that?” His voice is husky and raw, and my amusement at our little foreplay turns molten and dangerous.
Before I can answer, he tugs the fabric from my hips, exposing my bare ass, the pink garment falling to the floor. He rubs the palm of his hand against it, and I moan softly. His hand leaves my skin, and for a moment, I tense, thinking he’s going to spank me again.
But he doesn’t. Instead, his talon-less finger slips inside me, and I go still against him, savoring the sensation.
“So fucking ready for me.” He pulls his finger out, then tosses me on the bed, which I sink into, staring up at him as he licks my wetness from his hand.
He watches me with an avid gaze. We stay like that, waiting to see what the other will do. His chest rises and falls quickly, and I drink in the sight of him, his thickly muscled chest, the masculine set of his jaw, the full lips.
And then slowly, I spread my naked legs wide, daring him to touch me again. He’s on me in seconds, his mouth pressed against my pussy, his blunt fingers sliding inside me as he teases all around my clit.
I grind against his face, already near senseless with pleasure, and my orgasm comes so quickly it takes me by complete surprise.
Kanuz stands and rips his pants off. “I fucking love that. I love you, Gen. I love the noises you make when I make you come. I love how fierce you are, how soft for me you become. I will never have enough of you.”
“Kanuz,” I say, holding my arms out to him. He pulls me to the edge of the bed, thrusting inside me quickly, filling me up so hard and fast that I have no time to adjust to his size, no time to get ready for the overwhelming pressure and vibrations of his xof as it continues to stimulate my clit.
His hands bracket my hips, and he slams into me, a feral look on his face, his eyes locked on mine. He bends down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and I arch into him.
“Yes,” I moan, “more.”
“More,” he growls, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, his hand slipping down the curve of my ass. I tense, but he makes a soothing noise, and then his fingers pressing against the tight pucker there, and as his xof vibrates, his mouth working my nipple, his cock deep inside me... It’s too much.
It’s enough.
I shatter, coming so hard that the world seems to fracture around me.
“That’s right, my flower, come for me,” he urges, releasing my breast and claiming my mouth with his, devouring my moans and incoherent sounds. “Come again. I know you can.”
I don’t think I can, but he slows his thrusts, laying me back on the bed and trailing small kisses over my face and neck, before flipping so I’m on top of him.
“I like this,” he growls, holding me upright as I writhe, blissed out yet building towards more. He fondles my breasts, his xof vibrating so hard that it’s all I can do not to fall into a limp orgasmed out puddle on top of him.
Instead, I lean forward and ride him, rising to his challenge.
“Now it’s your turn,” I whisper, closing my eyes as I lose myself to the rhythm of our bodies.
“Gen,” he moans, and I finally slump over, worn out, as he continues to thrust, his cock jerking as he comes deep inside me.
We stay like that for a long while, until our breath evens out, until I can form coherent thoughts again.
“I love you.” I kiss him slowly, and he returns it sweetly, cradling my head in his hands.
“I love you, too. Now you must get some sleep,” he says, tugging me off him and placing me on the bed. He gets up gracefully, walking away.
“Where are you going?” I ask, sitting up abruptly.
“To get a cloth to clean you off with,” he says, a confused look on his face. “Where else would I be going?”