Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

S atisfaction filled Taraxan as he attended to his food preparation. Between what he could decipher of her words and her attempt at sign language, he was quite sure that Jayn was in no more of a hurry to reach her destination than he was. Once again he spared a fleeting thought for his official duties, but they still seemed far away and much less important than taking care of his female.

And in the interest of taking care of her, although he had no desire to see her luscious body covered, he turned his attention to the fur. Perhaps it would not be too bad—it had not been a large animal and the skin wouldn't conceal much of her enticing body.

She had done an admirable job cleaning the pelt, and it only took a few scrapes of his knife to remove the few remaining scraps of flesh. Jayn looked on in appalled fascination as he mixed the creature's brains with water, then rubbed the mixture into the skin to soften and prepare it.

"Now we'll let it dry," he told her as he hung the pelt in the trees at the edge of the clearing.

By the time the sun began to set, he was satisfied that he had done all that he could to make sure they were prepared for the rest of their journey. They shared the remnants of the meat he had roasted earlier, then sat watching the banked fire send gentle trails of smoke up into the darkening sky. Mr. Tiddles yawned and disappeared into the shelter, curling up in the leaves with his tail over his face.

Jayn was oddly quiet and he found he missed the sound of her voice. He shot a glance at her from under his brows and caught her stealing a look at him. A delightful tide of pink washed over her cheeks as she ducked her head. He reached out and cupped a burning cheek, gently turning her face to look at him.

Her eyes were wide and dark in the fading light. He had only prepared one resting place—was she afraid that he would press his attentions on her? He bit back a growl at the thought. No honorable male would ever take advantage of a female.

"Do not fear," he said softly, gesturing at the shelter. "I can sleep outside if you prefer."

The color on her cheeks deepened as she followed his movement, and he realized that she had misunderstood. But then her hand came up to cover his, and he caught the sweet scent of her arousal. No, she was not afraid. Her lips parted, pink and tempting, and he lowered his head, tentatively brushing his own lips against hers.

She sighed, and then her small tongue stroked his. By the Swords! Arousal streaked through him so quickly that he felt light-headed. His hand flexed against her cheek, holding her in place as he returned the gesture, delving into the heady pleasures of her mouth. Hot and delicious and impossibly soft. She gasped, opening herself to him, and he thrust deeper, devouring her hungrily. When he finally, reluctantly, lifted his head, she was trembling against him and the heady scent of her desire filled the clearing.

"Yourtonguehasridges," she whispered.

The words didn't translate and he hesitated, afraid that he had done something wrong despite her enthusiastic response. She pressed a small finger against his mouth until he opened it, then stroked it along his tongue.

Her eyes heated and she swayed towards him. "Oh yes ."

That he understood. He growled and tugged her onto his lap, bending her back against his arm as he kissed her until she was writhing in his arms. Her breasts rubbed against him, and he impatiently ripped her leaf covering away. Full and white in the flickering light, their rosy tips tempted him, and he brought her higher in his arms so he could draw one into his mouth.

"Ohgod," she cried, her hands tangling in his hair, the slight sting increasing his desire.

When he lifted his head, her nipple gleamed dark and swollen, and he hummed approvingly as he moved to the other breast. As he pulled it deep into his mouth, his hand dipped between her legs and found her slick and ready. He brushed a finger across her pearl of pleasure, and she cried out again. He circled it slowly, delighting in the soft mews escaping her lips, then moved lower, probing her tiny entrance, even hotter and slicker than her tempting mouth, but impossibly tight.

Her channel gripped his finger like a vise as he slowly worked his way inside, and his cock jerked in eager anticipation. He could only imagine that tight, hot clasp surrounding him.

Stroking his lucky digit in and out, he applied his thumb to her pearl even as he sucked more fiercely at her nipple. Her body tensed, her hands tightened even harder in his hair, and then she cried out his name. A rush of liquid heat bathed him as her channel milked his finger in long, pulsating waves.

Unable to wait any longer, he lifted her into his arms, then lowered her until the head of his cock was poised at her tight, wet entrance. He tried to lower her further but despite the slick heat surrounding him her body resisted, just as it had in the pool. Her hands gripped his shoulders and he forced himself to stop.

"Yehss?" he asked.

"Yes!" Small white teeth closed on her swollen lower lip as she tried to take more of him.

Despite her enthusiasm and his own desperate need, he had to fight for every inch. His body gleamed with effort by the time he had sheathed himself inside her. The silken fist of her tight cunt gripped him so closely that he could barely move. Tremors of heat washed down his spine, but he was determined not to disgrace himself this time.

He had been watching the erotic sight of her body stretching open around him, and now he looked back up at her face. Her eyes were screwed shut, a tear glistening on her soft check. Horror filled him.

"Jayn! What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Her eyes flew open, then her hand came up to touch his cheek.

"Imfine. Youreso big butyoufeelso good ."

The words he understood and the soft touch of her hand filled him with relief, immediately followed by an overwhelming rush of desire. His hips thrust upwards involuntarily, and they both groaned.

"Hold on," he told her, bringing her hands to his shoulders.

Gripping the lush roundness of her ass, he slowly lifted her, her channel clinging to every inch of his cock as if she couldn't stand to let him go. When he paused with only the head of his cock still inside her body, her breath was coming in rapid pants, but she wiggled impatiently. He started to lower her just as slowly, but she leaned forwards and nipped his neck with her small, blunt teeth. He roared and his hips slamming upwards. He heard her cry out, felt her channel convulsing around him, but he was too consumed with need to wait. His body plunged wildly up into hers, his hands bringing her down to meet each frantic thrust. Her mouth moved urgently against his neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin, and then she bit him again. The sharp sting went straight to his cock and he exploded, his hips jerking helplessly as torrents of hot seed flooded her body.

His body went limp and he collapsed backwards, bringing her with him, still impaled on his cock as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

He had never felt the need to hold a female after sex. Now he wondered how he could ever let Jayn go.

Jane snuggled closer to Tarax, enjoying the tight clasp of his arms. She felt exhausted and overwhelmed and the tiniest bit sore but she couldn't stop smiling. That had been… amazing. Tarax couldn't possibly have been with a human woman before, and yet he played her body like a violin. The ridges lining his tongue and his cock certainly didn't hurt. It felt as if he had been designed just for her.

The thought made her giggle softly. How ironic if her perfect male had only been a galaxy away this whole time.

Tarax brushed a gentle hand through her hair and she looked up to find him looking at her inquisitively.

"Just thinking," she said with a smile, then carefully began to lift herself off his cock.

Even flaccid, he filled her completely, and they both groaned as their bodies parted, the ridges on his cock scraping against her oversensitive flesh and sending shudders of pleasure through her system. She felt him begin to harden again as she slipped free, wincing a little.

"I think we're going to have to wait a while," she told him with a rueful grin.

He tilted his head as he always did when he listened to her. "Wayt?"

"Yes," she said firmly, although the tempting sight of his naked body made her want to reconsider.

He nodded, then rose to his feet, carrying her with him. She gave a disgruntled huff. She still felt like a limp noodle but he seemed completely recovered, even energetic. She huffed again when he carried her into the pool, but the cool water soothed her tender parts, and it was nice to feel clean. Once they were back on dry land, he set her down long enough to dry her off with one of the soft leaves, then picked her up and carried her into the shelter.

"I can walk," she assured him. "I'm a little tender, not incapacitated."

He ignored her, leaning over to move Mr. Tiddles to one side before settling down with her in their leafy bed. A girl could get used to this, she decided, snuggling closer as he tucked her against his broad chest.

No, she couldn't . Their time together was limited. Unexpected tears threatened at the thought, but she resolutely pushed them away. They were together now, and she would think about the future when the time came.

The pale light of dawn glowed through the shelter when Jane felt lips on her breast. She knew she wasn't dreaming this time. There was no mistaking that rough, tantalizing tongue teasing her nipples into tight peaks.

"Tarax," she sighed.

He lifted his head and grinned at her, then returned to his task. She arched against his mouth, but he kept his touch frustratingly light until she tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged. Then he growled and clamped down, scraping the edges of his fangs over the taut flesh. The sensation sent streaks of fire straight to her aching clit. She began to wonder if she could come just from his mouth on her breasts, but before she could find out, he kissed his way down her stomach and swiped his tongue firmly across her needy bud. Her body bowed up as her climax swept over her with sudden shocking intensity. He held her in place, his tongue gently circling her sensitive flesh and sending wave after wave of pleasure through her system until she finally pushed weakly at his head.

He looked up and smiled at her again, but his face was taut with desire. He stroked a finger through her folds, stopping as soon as she winced. He pressed a quick, apologetic kiss against her pussy, then rose to his feet. His cock was fully, impressively, erect, and her clit pulsed again.

"We could try," she suggested, licking her lips.

His eyes gleamed a hungry gold, but he shook his head.

"Rehst," he insisted, before he left the shelter.

Mr. Tiddles climbed up from the end of the bed and buried his nose in her neck. She stroked his fur as her eyes closed and she gave into exhaustion.