44. Solon

44

SOLON

Astrangled scream woke Solon from a thin, uneasy sleep. He bolted upright, unsure at first where he was and why he was sleeping on the floor.

Then he remembered—he was in Abbey's room and the reason he was on the floor instead of in bed with her was the fact that he had Renounced his Claim on the curvy little Elite. Which meant, of course, that he no longer had the right to hold her or touch her or do any of the things a warrior was allowed to do with his bride-to-be during their Claiming Period.

But that wasn't important right now—what was uppermost on his mind was Abbey—she seemed to be in some kind of trouble.

"Abbey?" he asked, sitting up and looking at her.

She lay curled on her side, facing him, and he could see that her lovely face was twisted into an expression of fear. Her eyes were tightly closed and the corners of her mouth were tight.

"Please!" she moaned, gripping the covers in her small fists. "Please, don't! Don't hurt me!"

Solon couldn't stand to see her so upset. Clearly she was having a nightmare.

"Abbey?" He got up and sat on the side of her bed. Then he shook her gently by the shoulder. The minute he touched her, he could feel her terror. It made his heart fist in his chest. "Abbey, wake up. It's just a bad dream—wake up!" he murmured.

With a little gasp, her eyes flew open and Solon saw that they were filled with fear.

"Solon?" she asked, reaching for him. "Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me." He wanted badly to call her "lelka" but restrained himself. She wasn't his now—he had no right to call her by her second name—what the humans called a "nickname." Just as he had no right to gather her into his arms, no matter how he ached to comfort her.

"Solon, please!" She sobbed his name and her seeking hands found his arm. "Please just hold me for a minute—he nearly got me! I could feel…feel his hands around my throat!"

Solon couldn't help it—her fear and anguish tore at his heart. Despite knowing that he shouldn't do it, he pulled her into his arms and held her tight as she shivered against him.

"It's all right—you're all right," he murmured soothingly, stroking her back and shoulders. "You just had a bad dream, that's all."

"It was awful!" Abbey pressed her face against his chest, rubbing her hot cheeks against his uniform shirt. But she didn't seem to like it because she reached up and began to unbutton the shirt.

"Wait—what are you doing?" Solon frowned.

"I need to feel your fur against me!" Abbey looked up at him, her lovely eyes luminous in the moonlight filtering through her blinds. "Please, Solon—it's the only way I'll feel safe."

"Well…" Solon sighed. "I guess it can't hurt. Hang on—I'll remove my shirt."

He disentangled himself for a moment and took the shirt all the way off, leaving only his trousers and boots. Since he couldn't very well hold Abbey on the floor, he took off his boots as well. Then he climbed fully into the bed with her, even though he knew it was against the rules a warrior was expected to abide by after Renouncing his Claim on a female.

Abbey came to him at once and pressed herself against his side. She rubbed her face against the fur of his chest and took in a deep, trembling breath.

"Better?" Solon asked, putting a protective arm around her shoulders.

"So much better," she assured him. "I just wish I could get even closer. You make me feel so safe but I feel like I can't get close enough!"

"What do you want to do?" Solon asked, amused. "Lie on top of me?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I want," Abbey said at once. "But first, take these off." She tugged at his tight black uniform trousers.

Solon frowned.

"I really shouldn't do that. I told you, Abbey—I've Renounced my Claim on you which means I'm not supposed to touch you sexually."

"This isn't sexual!" she protested. "It's about comfort. It's about feeling safe and warm and protected. Please, Solon, take them off. Please—for me?"

He could deny her nothing when he heard that sweet, soft, pleading tone in her voice.

"Well…all right. But it has to be about comfort. Not…anything else," he warned as he unfastened the magno-tabs which held his trousers closed.

He pushed them down and lay back in the center of the bed, his head on her pillow. He could smell the sweet, warm scent of her hair as he held out his arms to her.

"All right—I'm ready," he told her, since she was waiting for him.

"Good." But instead of coming to him at once, Abbey quickly whipped her own nightshirt over her head, baring her beautiful breasts in the moonlight. She wasn't wearing panties, either—which Solon barely had time to register before she lay down on top of him.

"Hey—we're not supposed to be doing this," he said sternly—but he made no move to push her off. The feeling of her soft, curvy body pressed against his own was too tempting. Still, he tried to retain his standards. "By the laws of the Claiming Period, when a warrior Renounces his Claim, he isn't allowed to touch the female he once Claimed while she is in a state of undress," he told Abbey.

"Be quiet and hold me!" Abbey demanded. "I don't care about the stupid rules, I just want to be close to you, Solon. If…if you still want to be close to me, that is," she added, her voice going high and vulnerable.

"Of course I want to be close to you," Solon murmured, stroking her hair. "But?—"

"No buts! Just hold me. I want to feel your fur against every inch of my skin." She snuggled aggressively closer, wrapping her arms as far around his chest as she could and then wrapping her legs around his hips.

Solon could feel the soft mounds of her breasts and her tight nipples rubbing against his chest—not to mention the damp heat of her soft pussy mound rubbing against his lower abdomen. Though he tried not to, he could feel his shaft beginning to get hard. Soon the head of it was brushing against the outer lips of her pussy.

Abbey didn't seem to notice or if she did notice, she didn't care. She just kept rubbing herself against him, hugging him as tightly as she could.

Solon returned the favor by hugging her back and rubbing his hands up and down her spine. Her smooth, naked skin felt so soft and sensuous to his touch. Gods, he wished he hadn't Renounced her! But he had thought it was what Abbey wanted.

What she wanted now, though, was beginning to be apparent. Despite her assertion that their naked cuddling was only about comfort, Solon could smell the sweet scent of female arousal drifting up to his nose.

"Abbey," he said tentatively. "Maybe we should stop now."

"Do you want to stop or you just think we should stop because you Renounced your Claim on me?" she demanded, looking up at him.

"Because I Renounced my Claim," Solon admitted. "Otherwise I'd be Bonding you to me right now! Gods, lelka—I want you so much!"

He couldn't help himself—the words just slipped out. He'd been missing her so badly these last few weeks and her soft, sweet body rubbing against his was driving him crazy.

"Just because you Renounced me, doesn't mean I Renounced You," Abbey pointed out. But then she began to pull away from him.

Solon didn't want to let her go but he forced himself to loosen his grip as she wiggled out of his arms. But she surprised him by moving up to the top of the bed, where his head was.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking up at her. She was on her knees looking down at him as he lay on the bed and the expression on her lovely face was one of determination.

"Taking what I want!" she replied. "But you'll have to help me—I can't even see colors at night—it's too dark. And I don't want to knee you in the face."

"What? I don't understand!" Solon protested.

But the next minute he did because she was throwing a leg over his head. Quickly, he helped her get into position so that her knees were on either side of his head and her pussy was directly over his mouth.

"Good—I can feel your breath." She reached down and ran her hands over his horns and mane. "And the rest of you too. Are you ready for me to come down?"

Solon's breath caught in his throat. He fucking loved how bossy she got when she was aroused. Since he loved tasting her so much, they'd done it in several different ways back on Tengula Five, and this was his personal favorite.

Abbey had been worried at first that she might crush him since she "wasn't exactly skinny" in her own words. But Solon had convinced her that he loved it when she rode his face and she had become more and more confident in it the longer they were together.

Clearly she hadn't forgotten his preference because she was hovering over him now, about to lower herself down to his mouth.

"Are you ready?" she asked again.

"Abbey," he said, trying to muster up some self control. "We shouldn't. By the laws?—"

"I don't care about the laws!" she insisted. "Besides, you're not doing this to me—I'm doing it to you. Got it?"

"Yes, lelka." Solon couldn't help himself anymore. He reached for her hips and tugged at her gently. "Come down then—feed me that sweet, hot little pussy."

He didn't have to ask twice. With a little moan, Abbey settled herself astride him and her warm, wet pussy finally made contact with his mouth.

Solon groaned with lust and spread her lips with his tongue. She was already so wet he could taste her honey immediately. He lapped over her open folds, gathering more of it hungrily before sucking the throbbing little button of her clit into his mouth and swirling the tip of his tongue around and around.

Abbey cried out and reached down to grip his horns in her soft little hands. She was surprisingly strong as she held on tight and ground herself against him, shamelessly riding his face and mouth as she moaned his name with pleasure.

Solon tightened his grip on her full hips, his cock surging helplessly as he lapped and sucked her sweet, open pussy. There was nothing better than having his female surrounding him so thoroughly, rubbing against him wantonly as he licked her sweet pussy and drank her juices! Gods, he wanted her—wanted to make her come and then Bond her to him completely!

You can't do that—remember the Laws of the Claiming Period! whispered a little voice in his head. Solon knew it was right, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. He just wanted to keep tasting the female he loved over and over, feeling her tug on his horns and pull his mane and moan his name as she took her pleasure with him and rubbed against his tongue.

"Solon…Solon! God, I'm close—I'm so close!" she moaned, riding him even harder.

Solon growled with lust and continued sucking and licking her clit greedily. He could feel her pleasure building through their intimate skin-to-skin connection but he was determined to hold himself back. He wouldn't come—it was the least he could do since he was already breaking the Laws of the Claiming Period.

At last Abbey moaned her release, her hips bucking helplessly as she rubbed against him. Solon felt her pleasure rush through him but somehow he held back, though his cock was throbbing with need and unspent desire.

"Gods, sweetheart!" he gasped at last, when Abbey pulled away. "Your honey tastes so sweet. Did you get what you needed?"

"Some of it—but not all."

To his surprise, Abbey began feeling her way down his supine body. When her small, soft hand closed around his shaft, Solon groaned.

"Careful, lelka! I'm right on the edge."

"Good, because I'm going to push you over!"

And she swung her knee over his hips. Before he knew it, she was once again astride him—though this time her soft pussy was hovering over his shaft instead of his mouth.

"Abbey, we can't do this—I can't Bond you to me!" he protested.

"Don't start that again," she said fiercely. "Maybe I've decided that I'm going to Bond you to me. Did you ever think of that?"

"But you can't—" Solon began…but his words ended in a low groan as she fitted the broad head of his shaft to the mouth of her pussy and proceeded to sit down on him, taking him inside her.

"Oh, God…you're so big. This feels amazing," Abbey moaned as she lowered herself down.

Solon felt helpless to stop her as he watched her soft pussy open to take him in. Gods, she was taking him so deep—her inner walls were so tight and wet and warm—like velvet around his aching shaft.

"Abbey, sweetheart," he groaned hoarsely. "Don't…don't hurt yourself!"

"I'm fine," she assured him. "It's a tight fit, but we can…can make it work. Oh!" Her last word was an exclamation of surprised pleasure as she reached the part of his shaft that was covered in pleasure spines. "Oh my God, they're stinging my clit!" she moaned, rolling her hips to rub against the spines which were doubtless injecting her with his pleasure venom. "God, yes—Solon, fuck me!"

He couldn't have disobeyed even if he'd wanted to—and he didn't want to. Despite the fact that they were breaking the rules, Solon found he didn't care anymore. He had to have her—had to fuck her and fill her and make her his forever!

He rolled his hips upwards, thrusting deep in her soft little pussy as Abbey cried out his name again. Gods, he loved to hear her moaning like that—begging him to take her, to give her what she needed so desperately! Because it was what he needed too—what he'd been needing for weeks now. He needed to be one with his female, to Bond her to him and never let her go.

Abbey rode his shaft with even more enthusiasm than she'd ridden his face. She bucked her hips and leaned back to brace her hands on his thighs, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of his shaft inside her. Solon was amazed at her wanton display of desire as she took her pleasure with him.

To him, she was a virgin, since the only other time she'd had full-on sex had been an attack. But it was clear she wasn't thinking of the past—only the future. He didn't feel any fear or doubt coming from her—only determination and pleasure and need.

"Gods, lelka, you're so beautiful, riding me like this!" he growled, reaching up to palm her heavy breasts and tug her tight nipples. "Love to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my shaft! Love to feel you fucking me this way!"

"I…want…you!" Abbey panted, rolling her hips and then grinding against him to take him even deeper. "I don't care…about the rules. I want…to Bond with you, Solon! Now!"

As she spoke, she rubbed her clit against his pleasure spines once more and then Solon felt her inner walls spasming around him and knew she was beginning to come.

This time he couldn't stop himself from coming with her. His shaft, buried to the hilt in her sweet pussy, grew even harder and thicker. His balls grew tight with need and then he felt the first hot jet of cream shooting deep inside her.

Abbey must have felt it too because she cried his name and tightened her knees against his hips, grinding against him to take him even deeper.

"Inside me!" she moaned, rocking shamelessly against him. "Come inside me, Solon—deep inside me! I want you to! Fuck me, take me, Bond me!"

"Gods, I want to, lelka!" His hands left her breasts and traveled down to squeeze her hips, pulling her down against him as he strove to shoot as deeply as he could into her tight, sucking pussy. Gods, she felt so good wrapped around him! He never wanted this to end.

But eventually, it did. Solon collapsed, panting as the pleasure ebbed and Abbey sagged against him, though she somehow managed to keep his still rigid shaft inside her tight little pussy.

Solon stroked her long, silky hair, loving the feel of her sweet, curvy body on top of his. He'd been wanting to make love with Abbey from the moment he first dreamed of her and now, finally, they were together. He loved her so much he never wanted to let her go!

"I love you too," he heard Abbey say—but this time her voice was in his head.

"Lelka? Is that…are you…"

"Yes," she sent back over the brand-new mental link they had forged. "I guess that means we're Bonded now, huh?"

"I guess it does." Solon sat up, being careful not to dislodge his shaft which was still deep inside her, and pulled her into his arms. "I love you, lelka," he murmured, holding her close. "I love you so damn much!"

"I love you, too." Abbey sighed deeply and he could feel the contentment flowing through her. "This feels so nice—I love being so connected to you," she sent through their link. "But will we get into trouble for breaking the Laws of the Claiming Period?"

"I don't think so—since it was mutual," Solon said carefully. "But we should still talk to Commander Rarev about it. He's the one I gave my Renouncement paperwork to."

"All right, we can talk to him tomorrow," Abbey told him. "But for right now, I just want to be close to you."

Solon chuckled.

"I think we're as close as two people can get, lelka." He gave a little thrust, reminding her that he was still deep inside her.

Abbey moaned and shifted her hips.

"Mmm, feels like you're ready for round two," she murmured.

"More than ready," Solon assured her, rolling his hips upwards again. "Maybe we should Bond again—only this time I'll be Bonding you to me."

"Yes, please!" Abbey murmured in his head. "Bond me all over again—but this time kiss me while you do it."

As Solon leaned down to capture her mouth as he thrust deep inside her again, he reflected that he was the luckiest male in the whole universe. He finally had his fated mate. He and Abbey would spend the rest of their lives together and all because she had allowed herself to be…

Chosen by the Chimera.