Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

M ina's breath caught at the intensity in Mikel's voice. He sat up in the stream, water glistening on his big, perfect body. As he stood, his wings flared, scattering crystal droplets into the air.

He stalked towards her—there was no other word for it—and arousal flooded her system. His cock had already emerged, the thick, spiral length gleaming in the sunlight.

Her breasts ached and her clit throbbed as he knelt down next to her. His nostrils flared, and she blushed, knowing he was inhaling the scent of her arousal.

Despite the heat burning in his eyes, he paused, studying her face. "I almost lost you, little one."

"But you didn't. You saved me, my angel."

She reached up and tangled her fingers in the thick strands of his hair, tugging him towards her. He came willingly.

His mouth brushed hers, and then there was no more hesitation. He kissed her, demanding a response and taking everything she gave him in return until her body was on fire with longing. His hands roamed her body as they kissed, demanding touches that only added to her escalating arousal.

"I want to take my time," he muttered when he finally raised his head. "To worship every inch of you. But I don't think I can wait."

"Then don't wait. I want you too."

He groaned and bent his head to her nipples, drawing them into his mouth with hard sucking pulls, then scraping his fangs lightly across the sensitized tips, sending streaks of electricity straight to her needy clit. His big hand cupped her mound, and then he swiped his thumb across her swollen nub. The climax rushed over her so fast that bright lights sparkled in her vision while she shuddered and clung to his broad shoulders.

He finally lifted his head from her swollen breasts and knelt between her legs, lifting her hips to align his cock with her entrance.

"I want… I need to be inside you."

She relaxed against him, no thought of denial in her mind, but he didn't move. His cock hovered at the entrance to her pussy, tantalizingly wide and hot against her needy flesh.

"What are you waiting for?" she demanded.

"You're so small."

"You'll fit," she assured him, and his hips jerked forward.

At least I hope he will, she thought, as he began to stretch her open. She could feel her body struggling to adjust, but she didn't want him to stop. The first spiral entered her, and she bit back a cry. Pleasure and pain fought for dominance, and then he brushed his thumb over her clit again and pleasure won. He forced another spiral inside as he caressed her again. Sensations rushed through her, so intense that her vision blurred.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"No." When he still hesitated, she thrust her hips up, hard enough to take another spiral, her eyes watering at the stretch.

His hands clamped down on her hips, holding her in place while his thumb reached over to gently circle her clit, the rush of pleasure easing the strain.

"You will let me control the pace."

"Okay," she whispered, even as she tried to wiggle closer.

Despite the intensity on his face, his lips quirked, revealing a flash of fang. "Patience, little one."

"Then quit stopping!"

"I won't stop again."

And he didn't, even though the slowness with which he entered her threatened to drive her crazy. Her body quivered, the contrasting sensations sending flashes of hot and cold rippling over her flesh. Her breasts ached, the hard tips throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

When his body finally came to rest against hers, she could feel the hard ridge at the base pressing against her clit. Her entire body tensed, hovering on the edge of orgasm.

"Look at me," he demanded, and she obeyed.

Opal sparks glittered in his pale eyes as he met her gaze.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, yes. But I want to move."

"Not yet. Your body needs time to adjust. You are so tight, like a silken fist gripping my zemka."

He seemed to swell even more as he spoke, and she couldn't stand the anticipation any longer. She slid her hand down her body, brushing across her swollen breasts. He didn't object, his eyes heating as he watched the path of her hand.

His width stretched her folds, leaving her clit exposed and throbbing. She circled it once, twice, then slid her finger directly across the heated nub. Her climax roared over her like an oncoming train. She was vaguely aware of her body jerking, escaping even his strong grip, and of his hoarse cry as her vision sheeted to white, lost in the exquisite sensation.

Her channel tried to clench around him, but he filled her completely. Her body convulsed helplessly, and then he was moving, his hips pounding into her in a frenzy. Each time he withdrew, each time he pushed back inside, his spirals dragged across her flesh, sending her into one long, continuous orgasm until he finally plunged deep and froze. She felt him open inside her, spreading her even further, then pulse after pulse of heat filled her, sending another jolt of pleasure through her system as he collapsed down over her, his wings blanketing their locked bodies.

She floated in a satiated daze, gradually aware of the sounds of the jungle again, of the life surrounding them. He raised his head, even that slight movement sending a spark of excitement through their still joined bodies, and brushed his lips across hers.

"Are you all right?" he asked again.

"I'm wonderful—although I would feel even more wonderful if you stopped asking me."

He laughed, causing another ripple of arousal, then slowly withdrew. Each still-thick spiral sent another little aftershock through her body, and she was panting by the time he slipped free.

"You are very swollen, little one."

He ran a careful finger through her folds, and even that gentle touch caused another small climax to wash over her. His eyes heated, but he only lifted her in his arms and carried her to the shallow pool.

The cool water soothed her heated flesh, and her intense arousal finally subsided. She nestled into his arms.

"I had no idea," he murmured.

"No idea of what?"

"That a female could be so responsive."

She felt her cheeks flush. "I don't know what came over me. I lose all control when you touch me."

"Good."

He kissed her, and even though she was exhausted and slightly sore, her arousal started to build again. She rubbed her breasts against the velvety suede of his big chest and heard his breath catch.

"You are far too tempting, little one."

He gently lifted her free, then carried her back to the soft moss. He held her hand as the sun dried their skin, warm and comforting, but her brain had clicked back on.

"Why did you try and make me leave?" The words burst out before she could call them back.

He sighed. "I thought it would be less painful if I sent you away instead of waiting for you to leave me. I was wrong."

"Why would I leave you?"

"Let's just say that in my experience, females are not to be trusted."

The echo of old pain in his voice made her chest ache. "Do you still… care about that female?"

"Not at all." Relief swept over her at the certainty in his words. "But some lessons are hard to forget."

She was half-afraid that he would push her away, but instead he pulled her closer. His fingers trailed up and down her arm as they listened to the sounds of the jungle.

"Why did you stay?" he asked finally.

"I didn't want to go back."

"But your world has technology. You would have food and shelter, clothing, without having to create everything from scratch."

A bitter laugh escaped. "No, I wouldn't. I was homeless, Mikel. I didn't have a job and I was sleeping under a bridge. It was as cold there as it was here and you weren't there to save me." A lump appeared in her throat. "I think I would have died there."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded.

"I did. I told you I had no reason to return."

"You omitted the rest of those details." He raised his head, studying her face. "Did you really think I wouldn't listen?"

"I… I wasn't sure," she admitted. "I've never found that objecting does anything but make it harder for me."

"And it's easier not to try?"

"I suppose."

"Just like I found it easier to avoid others rather than to risk being hurt." He shook his head, but his lips quirked in a rueful grin. "Aren't we a pair?"

"Are we? A pair, I mean?" She could feel her cheeks heating. "Because it wasn't just the fact that there was nothing on Earth for me. I didn't want to leave you."

"We are together now," he assured her. "If you're sure you don't want to return to your planet?—"

"I'm sure."

"—then I think we should go back to the mountain. Together. Unless you'd prefer to remain down here, where it's warmer?"

She shuddered. "No, thank you. I don't like the jungle. I had already decided to return to the mountains. If I never see another tree, I'll be perfectly happy."

"There are trees on the mountain."

"Not like that one," she said inarguably.

He laughed and lifted her into his arms. "Then let's go home."