15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

" W hose been a naughty girl?" The glimmer in Zylar's eyes was a giveaway that he was in the mood to play.

"What?" Amelia gave a shocked gasp, trying not to laugh. "Certainly not me."

"I think someone needs a spanking." She ignored the way her pussy lips spasmed when he said that.

"Give me one reason I deserve a spanking." He reached for her, and she ducked down, darting to the other side of the room and into what she called his living room.

"You ran away from me." He moved with cocky grace as he came through the door connecting the rooms.

"Me? Never!" Her eyes were comically wide. "Besides, you spanked me for that already."

"That's two swats for not knowing why you were spanked the other night. Do you want to add to the total?"

If the way her pussy was flooding, the answer was yes, but she wouldn't tell him that.

"Tell me, why did I spank you the other night?"

Damn, she was never good with pop quizzes. Her mind was blank. Why had he spanked her and why hadn't she spent more time thinking about it? She looked up and realized the playful glimmer had left Zylar's eyes. He was serious about this. She edged around his couch and jumped up to take a seat.

She went back to the night and all that she was feeling. It had been a heavy load on her shoulders, crushing her down. All she wanted was relief, and she'd take it in whatever form it came.

"It was a release valve. The spanking allowed me to cry and mourn, but it also gave me a way out from the thoughts and actions that were plaguing me. That night I wanted to escape, but not just from you. I wanted to escape myself. There's a good chance I might have done something irreversible in my quest for peace."

"Let's never lie or pretend with each other. The Tan-ge wanted you dead, and they didn't care if they killed you or you died by your hand. Dead is dead, and that's what they were pushing you towards." Her head drooped, ashamed that she had been thinking of doing something so radical.

"I'm only human?" She tried to joke about it, but it fell flat.

"No! You were alone and struggling. Emotions and feelings are real. They can bombard you and make it so that you can't see the possibility of a better tomorrow, even if you're surrounded by those who love you. You don't get to be ashamed. Hold your head up, you made it. Unfortunately, some don't." She nodded, diving into his arms.

Amelia cried into his chest because she knew he was never leaving her. It gave her a boldness she'd never had before. After she wiped her eyes and her nose on his shirt, she looked up with innocent eyes. "I'm ready for my punishment now."

"Minx." He smiled at her before looking at his shirt. "Do you know how much my dry cleaning is going to cost with you around, mate?"

"I'll be worth the extra expense." Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss.

"You're worth everything." He murmured in her ear only before his mouth pressed against her and his tongue licked her lips looking for entry.

Amelia opened with a moan as her mind reminded her how, just two days ago, she would have gladly preferred death to becoming the willing mate of a monster.

"My monster," she whispered before her tongue went back to dueling with his.

Her hand went to the front of his shirt, tugging on the invisible seam that made the shirt look like it went on over his head when it didn't. She separated it and worked on taking it off while his kisses kept making her hands falter, when all she wanted to do was get her hands and fingers on his purple flesh.

Zylar was strong and warm, and he made Amelia feel safe. It didn't make sense to her how she could feel like she was home when she was in his arms.

Her hands splayed over his chest, taking in as much of his muscles as possible before she dragged her fingers over him.

"I love the way your chest feels." She flinched at the word love. It was too soon to bandy that four-letter word around.

"Little mate, my lotus flower, there is so much more where that came from." His soft laugh blew his breath into her ear. Everything about him calmed her.

His lips went to her neck, slowly kissing down until he licked the shoulder he bit the night before. His hand was on her other shoulder, giving her a massage that made her want to melt on the spot.

"Beautiful."

"To you, and that's all that matters." She shrugged out of her shirt when he released the invisible seam. Her breasts bounced as she moved. He smiled, wanting her. He couldn't hide his desire for her.

She loved the way he wanted her. It was amazing to feel like the one person for her couldn't keep his hands off her.

His fingers went down her back as he leaned over to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Hell, yes," she groaned. This is what she wanted every minute of the day. To be with him, whether making love or just sitting and watching him. She felt his claws when he raked her back lightly. It was just enough to make her shiver, but not enough to hurt her.

He flipped her over until she was lying on his lap. Her pussy spasmed while her breathing became erratic. She wanted this, but there was still a hint of fear and something dark lurking in the corners of her mind.

Zylar tried to wiggle her pants off. When he got frustrated, he ripped them with one powerful jerk of his hand.

"That's better." He threw the tattered pants to the floor, and she was lying across his lap wearing nothing but her thong. "So beautiful." He caressed the single bit of lace that fit against the slit in her ass, making Amelia squirm on his lap.

"No Squirming." His hand came down suddenly on her ass, making her suck in a large breath even as a squeak came from her lips. It felt like his hand connected with her pussy, making it gush even as she squirmed harder needing to feel him inside of her.

"Such a naughty female."

"Your naughty female," she shot back at him.

He spanked her twice more in quick succession. She moaned, rolling her hips against his muscular thighs.

"Mine." Zylar's voice was thick with want and need, but Amelia heard the pride in it. He was overjoyed that she was showing everyone that she was his. There was no hiding who she was with and that made him walk tall.

She understood it and when they were out of this cabin and around his crew, she'd make it known so that it would spread like a hot flash that she was his and he was hers. Everyone needed to know he was no longer available.

He gave her two more spanks. "I feel like I lost you."

He had for a minute; she'd been falling down the black hole of her mind. "I'm here. There is nowhere I'd rather be than right here with you."

"Sweet talker." He rubbed her ass, which made her hotter. Then he flipped her over, looking into her beautiful blue eyes.

The beauty of your eyes in your brown skin is always a revelation every time I look at you. It's almost impossible for me to understand why no one plucked you out of the fields of wildflowers a long time ago."

She laughed. "You may call me lotus or lotus flower, but I'm not a flower to be plucked, right?"

He plucked at her nipple, causing her to cry out with pleasure. "You could have fooled me."

"Males," she half laughed, and half grumbled. "Not males, just one male, Zylar."

"That's right, act like you know. I want to make love to you, my mate, and empath."

"What are you waiting for?" Amelia forced the words out around her dry throat. She wanted this and yeah, that was amazing. Never had she thought anyone would want her like this. She was a lost cause, or so she thought. Especially after what had happened to her lately. She'd be better hiding away from the world, watching it go by from a tiny window in an even smaller room.

"Make love to me." This time, she didn't flinch. She might not be in love with him, but she wanted him to love her body, not have sex with her, and then get up tomorrow to whatever it was he did.

He gave her a hot kiss and picked her up, walking to the bedroom. She moaned around his tongue, running one of her hands down his back while the other traced her teeth marks on his shoulder.

"How could we be meant to be mates?" she asked as he laid her on the bed. Taking off her thong, he placed it on the nightstand. The answer didn't matter. She felt the need to ask it now because, in a few minutes, the thought would disappear, maybe forever.

"The mother goddess made provision for when her sons would have no females to mate with. She, with her infinite wisdom, found them mates off-world."

"I'm happy she chose me." Her lips went back to his as her hands explored his body. The further down she went, the more his groans and howls hitched in his throat.

Oh yeah, she was doing this. The need to feel him deep within her was something she couldn't deny. He was number one on her bucket list, but she'd keep that to herself.

Zylar was leaning over her before he straddled her, sitting on her hips. She almost howled in victory. He was where she wanted him to be. She took advantage, walking her hands down his chest and caressing him. Her fingers stopped to pull and pluck at him as she leaned up to take his nipples into her mouth and suck first one, then the other. The deep groan that came from him made her pussy flood. She loved hearing the noises he made and how he called her his with a possessive voice.

"Your hands are so soft." She looked at her hands, thinking they were rough. She was going to take better care of them. Any reason to touch him worked for her.

She placed her hand on his ass, applying pressure for him to move higher on her body until she could lick his cock.

"Different." She licked the head of his cock, getting her first taste of him. It was wild and intoxicating. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head, but she wanted this.

She stopped to play with the skin around his cock.

"That's my Kalea. It flares when we mate to keep my seed inside of you."

"You want children?"

"I want several with you." She hadn't thought about children, even with Bella being pregnant. Why would someone want little ones with her? Zylar opened a new world she never dared to dream of. Her whole world was changing, opening up, all because one monster saw the humanity behind the monstrous face she was wearing.

"Zylar." He placed his finger over her lips. She nipped at him and then took the head of his cock into her mouth. Intoxicating was a dull word for what she was feeling.

"I need you." He pulled out of her mouth, carefully trembling from the feel of his mate's mouth on his cock.

"Amelia."

"Yes, a million times and one more, so you understand that you have my consent." He moved down her body, squeezing her with his powerful thigh muscles as his hands played with her. His fingers dragged across her ribcage and stomach, the callouses on them making her sensitive. Her head was going from side to side as she moaned and gasped, wanting to feel all of him.

His finger played with her clit, reminding her of the pleasure he could invoke in her body. She twisted under him like she was a leaf in the wind as her nerve endings lit up and she moaned with need. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples throbbed with desire. He scooted down a little more and his tongue lapped at her slit. She thrust up, needing him.

"You keep this up and it's going to be over before it starts," she rasped. His deep laugh went through her as she opened her legs wide and felt him settle between them.

"Welcome me home," he growled. The tip of his cock bumped her slit before he slowly plowed into her. She gasped as she felt him invading her pussy. He was long and thick, and she felt the girth pushing against her walls. The feeling made her stomach clamp with desire as electric shocks went through her. She was gasping as her pussy clenched around his cock. Her nipples were about to explode without a touch. She went to touch them, but he hit her hands before pushing her breasts together and taking both nipples into his mouth.

She was seeing fireworks as he bottomed out in her pussy. She was twitching with the need to thrust. He pulled out, causing crazy friction that had her head bobbing from the sheer pressure of it and her body about to go up in flames. He power-stroked down and she started moving, matching him thrust for thrust.

How had she lived without this and him in her life? His thrusts got faster, and she clung to him matching every move.

"Yes, yes. More, deeper, harder. She needed anything he would give her. She could feel her head getting lightheaded as she moved faster, trying to find nirvana. There was the feeling she loved at the base of her spine that said her orgasm was building, but she strove to hold it off even though she wanted it. She felt like she was one with Zylar and never wanted that feeling to go away. Could she stay here on his cock for the rest of her life?

It was unexpected when her body became one ball of sensation. Her orgasm rolled over her, taking her under like a mighty tidal wave. She drowned in the sensations, not able to do anything but feel as Zylar continued to dive deep into her body, taking her over the edge again and again.

"Yes!" she screamed. It felt like she was leaving her body behind to bathe in the rivers of a Greek pantheon. She was with the Gods, but they couldn't touch her because no one wanted to go through Zylar. She smirked at Zeus and swam into the arms of her mate.

How could anything bring her down after tonight? She fell asleep happy in her slice of heaven, with no idea what tomorrow would bring.