Page 27 of Argurma Warrior (The Argurma Chronicles #1)

H is head lifted so that his lips brushed her cheek. “I can scent your arousal. I can taste it in more ways than one,” he rasped. “Would you like me to take care of you?”

Another shiver wracked her and her eyes snapped open, a tiny gasp of surprise escaping her following her soft exhalation. She stared into his eyes in an attempt to determine if he was serious. Unfortunately, he was frustratingly difficult to read as he met her gaze expressionlessly with an air of waiting.

She licked her lips nervously. “Do you want to?”

A soft purr rumbled from him. “More than anything, but this is your victory. Seize what you want.”

“Fuck,” she groaned. He wasn’t forcing anything. She could always say no. And she wasn’t taking advantage of him either—he wanted this. She needed that reminder. “I sound like a complete pervert but yes. I want that. Pleasure me.”

His lips tipped and his purr rumbled loader in approval. “Remove your flight suit if that is your desire.”

Pushing to her feet, Meg kicked off her boots and stripped off her suit, pulling the firm material down her body and off from her limbs. She was aware of Kaylar’s eyes following every movement with their glowing intensity. She startled as two thin, tapered black tongues slipped from his mouth to stroke over his full bottom lip but the pair of them promised delights that made her thighs squeeze together as heat filled her belly.

Kaylar’s hands brushed along the side of her thighs, his claws catching in her panties. He slid them down her legs slowly, his gaze latching on the sight of her sex, slick and dewy with her arousal. He growled and gripped the back of her thighs and pulled gently so that she stepped forward so that she stood awkwardly over his chest.

“Allow me to taste you, anastha,” he purred.

Meg trembled with a hot wash of desire that flooded through her at that sound. How had she missed the subtle signs of what it did to her before? Now that she was open to him, his purrs seemed to tempt her. And whatever he just called her… she didn’t even care. It could be a terrible insult for all she knew and all she cared about was… wait…did he really just say he wanted to taste her?

“Fuck,” she whimpered as she quickly nodded and allowed herself to be pulled down to his chest.

“You will need to slide forward,” he chuffed. “Onto my mouth, Meg.”

“Right. I knew that,” she mumbled.

She felt a tiny bit self-conscious sitting on his face but it helped that he was practically twice as large as a man. He was also an alien, perhaps they had extra biology to keep him from suffocating. It sounded stupid but it worked to smother her nerves enough to get her shifting up over his face, her knees braced at either side of his head.

The moment she got into position and felt the warm puff of his breath over her folds, she gasped as his vibrissae eagerly slid around her legs, several of them dragging through the slick coating her thighs. Although Kaylar moaned and his grip on her thighs firmed, he did not yank her down but held her steady as she cautiously lowered herself.

Kaylar’s firm mandibles brushed against her inner thighs, pushing through his vibrissae until they slid along her sex. They shifted against her, spreading her pussy wide in a way that made her tremble in reaction but it was the touch of his tongues sliding languidly along her slit as they twisted and curled that made her hips jerk in reaction with a soft moan. He chuffed, his breath stirring against her sex, at her reaction and swiped his tongues over her again. They moved independently of each other, each of them firm and possessing a shocking flexibility that no human tongue had as they dipped and glided and curled into her. When they took turns curling around her clit in a rhythmic motion, Meg came against his mouth with a cry that made him growl ravenously as he eagerly drank from her.

His tongues continued to caress her through her orgasm though she jerked against him with tiny cries falling from her lips. He didn’t let up though he never increased his pressure. She knew that she could pull free from his grip any time she wanted but that he merely held her carefully in place. It was for that reason that she ground her pussy against his mouth instead of jerk away, despite the shivers of overstimulation wracking through her. Just when she debated on whether she could handle more, Kaylar plunged a shockingly clawless finger into her pussy and stroked against the soft pleasure spot inside her pussy as he continued to worship her with his mouth.

She cried out on the dual sensation as he drove his finger into her and soon it was joined by another that had her twisting against him as he growled and purred beneath her. Her pussy gushed with the strength of her orgasms but he just growled louder, the sounds of his pleasure quaking through her, encouraging her to give him more. With one hand braced on her ass, he rocked her hips, encouraging her to ride his mouth, and his fangs nipped lightly with a moan of pleasure when she ground against him, seeking to have his tongues deep within her.

It wasn’t until the first of his vibrissae slid up along her pussy that she experienced even the briefest of pauses. One, and then a second, and a third, brushed against her pussy, sliding alongside his fingers invading her sex. Slick with her own essence, they pushed in, plunging deeper than his fingers could reach, the small firm bulbous ends of them stroking and lightly striking along her channel until she shivered and jerked with pleasure. She was riding high on pleasure, her pussy pulsing and squeezing around Kaylar’s fingers and vibrissae. Her breath exploded out of her as she drew up to the pinnacle of pleasure as her muscles tightened and her body shook and then tumbled over the edge of bliss.

Meg cried out with the power of her climax as she pressed against Kaylar’s mouth, his tongues lashing against her to extend her orgasm and carrying it higher as the world whited out around her in a haze of pure pleasure. He did not slow or cease until she wearily broke away from him and stood, her body shaking with the aftermath as she moved off of him and dropped flat on her back at his side and stared up at the ceiling. Slowly her eyes slid over to him and dropped down his crotch. She frowned. It seemed a little more swollen but nothing like a raging hard on that she was familiar with.

“Did that not do anything for you? Or do you need… ah… help?” she asked curiously.

He chuffed and shook his head as he rolled toward her, his vibrissae sliding along her arm and neck in a soft caress.

“This was about you and your pleasure, anastha,” he murmured. “For my pleasure… I cannot at this time, but I value your interest in it.”

Her lips quirked. “Well, I think your pleasure would be a mutual pleasure for both of us,” she chuckled. “But I’m glad that you value my interest in it.” She peered at him from the corner of her eye as he chuffed again in agreement. “You will tell me when you are ready, right?”

“I will,” he purred.

She paused feeling like a complete wimp to even bring it up. “I would like to remain in control… for now,” she hastily modified. “It makes me feel more comfortable with all of this knowing that I can get away if I need to. Knowing that I’m controlling what we are doing.”

His expression sobered, once again becoming inscrutable and she wished for the millionth time that she could see what he was thinking, but his chin dipped. “This is a reasonable request and I will honor it until you process that you are ready.”

Smiling, Meg tucked in closer against him, enjoying the way his vibrissae curled around her neck and cradled her head. She peeked up at him. “This means that we are a team now, right? And I can trust you?”

“We are a team,” he rumbled as he pressed the bony plating of his brow against hers. “We will take care of each other.”

“Good,” she sighed. “I suppose that means I now officially must forgive you.”

His breath warmed her skin as he chuffed again. “That would be ideal, anastha. But that too is your decision.”

Her lips curved. “You’re right. It’s hard to hold a grudge against a guy who is willing to risk his skin teaching me to kill him, and who apologizes so eloquently,” she added with a snicker.

“It was not intended as such. It is an expression of my affections,” he replied as he cast a perplexed look toward her. “But if that is to be counted as an apology, I hope that it was adequately pleasing.”

“That just makes it better. And it really was a fantastic apology.” She propped herself on one elbow and shivered as several of his vibrissae dropped down into her bra to curl around her breasts. “So how do you feel about taking this upstairs to the bedroom? My bed is a lot more comfortable than this floor.”

He stilled and peered at her. “You invite me to remain in your bed through the night?”

Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his, tasting herself on them. Rubbing her tongue upon his lips, she slipped it into his mouth the moment it parted so that she could investigate the taste of him. His vibrissae curled tighter around her and one of his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him as they explored each other with their kiss, their mouths pressing and their tongues sliding against each other. His dual tongues slid into her mouth, and she sucked on them, dragging a loud moan from him before she finally broke away to come up for air.

Flushing, she smiled at him as he quickly sat up and sprang to his feet, his large body hovering over hers briefly before scooping her up into his powerful arms. Pressed close to his chest, she grinned up at him.

“To the bedroom, then?”

“To your quarters,” he agreed firmly, and he strode briskly from the lobby toward the elevator.

He distracted her thoroughly with his mouth and vibrissae in the elevator so that she barely noticed the trip to her rooms at all until suddenly they were there walking through her door. She choked back a laugh at just how carried away she got but that laughter died to a feeling of wonder when he reverently laid her on her bed. He watched her, studying her as if he wished to memorize every detail of her appearance as he stripped away his suit. His pale gray skin looked sleek with the light hitting his scales but it was that bulge of skin where his cock should be when he stripped off the loincloth beneath his suit that caught her attention. There was a painfully inflamed red slit down the center of it and something seemed to shift and press beneath it, but Kaylar seemed to be making a point of ignoring it as he joined her on the bed. She reached for it curiously but he gently guided her hands back to her chest and shook his head, his vibrissae stroking along her cheeks affectionately.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

Meg gave him a confused look. “I can’t even touch it?”

“I cannot break the seal.” He gestured to the red slit. “The moment my civix breaks through, the council will know if I don’t prepare for it first. Soon,” he promised.

“Oh, okay,” she sighed, settling into the bed. “It doesn’t seem very fair that I’m getting all the pleasure here, though.”

His mouth quirked as he rolled on top of her, his weight braced on his elbows as he stared down at her. “You are not. Your pheromones and the taste of you is a great pleasure. It drives my hunger higher but also releases chemical responses of pleasure throughout my body. But there is something else that requires consideration. There are other consequences you may not grasp.”

Her brow furrowed. “Like what?”

He paused, his vibrissae twitching as he seemed to think for a moment. “I suspect that we have biological differences.”

“Okay,” she drawled slowly. “I mean, I know you’re not packing away a human dick there. It’s kind of obvious and honestly that’s a bit of a relief because I’ve seen more than enough of those in my life time.”

A strangled chuff escaped him as he stroked her cheek with one hand. “That is not my meaning, but it is good that you process this. Argurma are not like species who have casual sex, Meg. The male and female both are sealed until they mate and then they are bound once the male penetrates the female. If you permit my penetration, I will lock to you. There will be no other female for me. We will be mated.”

A conflict of feeling rose within her and her chest felt tight. On one hand, knowing that he would never abandon her and would always be with her was heady but on the other hand, being permanently bound and unable to escape him for the rest of her life was terrifying. Was she sure that she was ready for that level of commitment?

His mandibles clicked soft. “You are distressed. Do not be. You are in control.”

She gave him a doubtful look. “You’re sure? That sounds pretty much a no one is control type of thing.”

He chuffed again and shook his head. “You misunderstand, Meg. I speak of what binds Argurmas. You are not Argurma. You are not bound.”

“But you would be,” she objected.

He gave her a patient look. “This is expected. I process the risk to be bound to a female who is not. I will simply have to do as other species and make certain that my mate is pleased to remain with me.”

A mate. How did they get to that already? A companion—even ones that fucked—was quite different than a mate. Especially the way he was talking. Could she trust him or herself with forever? On the other hand, wasn’t it worth the risk? She certainly couldn’t think of anything that would make her want to give up the chance of finding out.

“Do not be distressed, anastha. There is no rush. And if you decide that you wish to leave me, I will respect those wishes.”

“But, why would you even agree to that?”

“Because I process that it is worth the risk,” he murmured. “I know that you are a compatible female, which is difficult to find even on Argurumal where males and females may live many solars without finding someone that triggers their instinct and desire to mate—a compatible mate. I will expend every resources to please you so that you are pleased to be my mate.”

She licked her lips. “What if you break your seal and I can’t go through with it yet?”

“This has happened,” he acknowledged. “And when it does pleasure can be experienced without mating, though the male will be eager more than ever to keep the female,” he added with another soft chuff.

Sighing, Meg traced a finger over one his vibrissae, smiling when it returned the touch and curled around her fingertip. “I guess I just don’t see what you are getting out of this. Especially since you can’t break your seal yet. It seems like I’m getting everything and that doesn’t feel very fair.”

“I get pleasure,” he rumbled. “And a chance to have a mate, which I never calculated happening. Process that everything we do together will please me, Meg. Because it is you and I crave you.”

“Show me,” she whispered in challenge, her hand knotting around a handful of vibrissae that had the large Argurma above her chuffing softly.

“Acknowledged,” he rumbled, and he slid down her body as she eagerly spread her legs wide, a soft gasping leaving her as his mouth sealed over her pussy and lashed her with his tongues.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned. A girl could really get used to this.