Page 37 of Argurma Warrior (The Argurma Chronicles #1)

“I t is your choice,” Kaylar reminded her as he rested his hand so close to her sex that he could feel its heat even without touching it. “I am yours, however you wish me.”

Her throat worked and though she didn’t smell of fear, he could still decipher her unease through her raised vitals. She remained quiet in his embrace as he walked to their shared room and sadness began to build within him. Although he processed the reasons for her reluctance and would enjoy sharing whatever she wished to give until she was ready, he acknowledged that he was feeling a sense of disappointment.

He wanted his mate and he needed her with a desperation that had been incomprehensible to him in all the solars of his life. It had been his hope that she would want and need him with some degree of ferocity when this moment came and his virus was completed, but now he was uncertain. And that uncertainty grew when she remained quiet as they entered their quarters, and he gently lowered her feet to the floor. Only then did she turn her head up to look up at him and her singular, soft, pink tongue slid over her lips.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t want this,” she whispered. “Because I do. I’ve been thinking about it—a lot. I’m just really nervous too. My experience with sex hasn’t been something that has left me with a lot of good memories. It has been used against me so much that the idea of being that vulnerable and helpless scares me.”

A soft purr rumbled from him on instinct, drawing a small smile to his female’s face. “You require to feel as if you are in a position of power,” he observed. “This is acceptable.”

Without hesitation he walked over to the bed and removed his suit, allowing it to drop to the floor. Kicking it off and dropping his sadt from around his hips with an uncharacteristic disorderliness that made her smile broaden, he climbed onto the bed and stretched out upon it. The seam of his sheath aching with the movement as his civix pressed and writhed eagerly against it, but he gave it little attention. At this point, if it broke through the barrier, the minor pain that it would cause would only be a mild distraction from the desire filling him but would at least not now endanger them.

“I am at your disposal, anastha. Do with me as you please.”

Her tongue made another pass over her lips as she drew closer, pausing just a short distance from the end of the bed. Her gaze caressed him before focusing on his bulging sheath. Her fingers twitched and her mouth pressed together as she suddenly looked away. His heart dropped. She would not even join him on the bed now to seek her pleasure? Would she exile him back to his own quarters?

Her eyes lifted and then she paused, her head tipping slightly. “Could you get the tinsel garlands down for me?”

Sitting up on the bed, he regarded her with puzzlement. “You wish for the decorations?”

She met his eyes, the corner of her mouth hitching in a way that made a glimmer of hope spark unbidden in his chest.

“Just the garland,” she murmured.

Kaylar was still confused but he grunted, his chin dipping in acknowledgement as he stood and carefully unwound one garland after the other, dragging them down from the wall until he was once more standing in front of her. Her arms brushed against his as she accepted the garlands he offered her before dropping them in a pile at her feet. He glanced down at them in confusion before lifting his eyes to her face once more. She was smiling down at the pile with satisfaction.

“Anastha?”

Her eyes lifted to meet his and she chuckled. “You know, I considered the lights, but that didn’t seem terribly safe for what I have in mind.”

He cocked his head in inquiry. “What is your plan?”

Her eyes brightened and appeared to dance gleefully. “Exactly what you suggested… taking control. And I’m thinking that complete control is going to be the best way to go about this.”

“With… decoration?” He was certain that there was some detail that was eluding him.

She shook her head, her expression brightening further with amusement. “I guess I’m going to need to be a little clearer. I am going to tie you up with it, Kaylar, and have you completely at my mercy so that every touch and every inch of whatever you have hidden away will be something that I have complete power over.”

His civix surged and twisted viciously against his sheath and he nearly doubled over as he groaned from the pressure as he felt the first initial split along his seam.

“Are you okay?” she demanded as she quickly stepped forward, but her eyes dropped upon his sheath and her brows flew up in a gesture of surprise. “Oh, okay then. Looks like things are proceeding along already. You must have liked that, huh?”

He peered up at her incredulously as the pain eased. “You do not process how much I desire to yield the same control over you, and yet I find your suggestion to be highly erotic. I have begun to present for you. There is no question that I will eagerly accept all that you give.”

A small shiver ran through her and her heart rate perceptively increased. His mandibles widened slightly and he caught the distinct heavy wash of her pheromone laden lust dripping from her body. He could practically taste her sex on his tongues and wished that she would allow him to lick her to completion first but at the same time he did not wish to interrupt wherever her mind was traveling with this suggestion.

Bending over, Meg retrieved one length of red garland and held it aloft as she straightened once more. It dangled from her hand as she nodded toward the bed.

“All right. On the bed, Kaylar. Let’s see how well this stuff holds a big warrior like you down.”

A quick analysis told him that it would not hold him at all but he had no intention of breaking free from it either, so there was no reason for her to know that. He processed that she desired the illusion of complete control more than anything else. She had been briefly apprehensive but her desire had been just as potent when he spoke of his own desire to restrain her for his pleasure. They would play this game as she liked—and whenever she liked if it pleased her. He would enjoy both the giving and receiving of such pleasures as opportunity presented itself for whenever they came together to mate.

He gave her a heated look but headed toward the bed and settled upon it, fully aware that his female followed close behind him. She did not sink down onto the bed at his side but leaned over so that her breasts swung tantalizingly above him as she worked wrapping one arm and then the other with the garlands as she secured him to the frame of the bed. Unable to resist himself, he stretched out his double tongues and allowed them to slip over and around her right nipple, flicking it with both tips so that she gasped, and the perfume of her arousal thickened wondrously.

Straightening, she smirked down at him before gathering more garlands to work on securing his legs. His civix pressed ruthlessly the entire time, jabbing and twisting in sharp little movements, splitting his sheath more and more. It took all of his concentration to keep from moving his arms and legs and inadvertently ruining her work, so he remained still and kept his muscles loose as he watched her, his desire coiling in on itself to form a dark pit of burning lust deep within him. If she was aware of the strength of his need, she gave no indication as she knelt between his feet. The bed shifted slightly under her weight as she slowly crawled forward until her breasts brushed along his thighs. He drew in a breath so sharply that he snarled, and her soft laughter followed.

“Fuck, it’s so hot how worked up you are… and all mine,” she murmured.

He did not dispute her words. Regardless of his state of captivity, he was factually all hers in the way that it mattered most. Although his mating sap had not yet entered her blood stream sealing them together and adjusting their pheromones, he was irrevocably bound to her in every way. To lose her would be the ultimate devastation and that awareness of just how easy it would be to lose a female so vulnerable just made him want to deliver the mating bite even more. It took every bit of his will to resist snapping up and breaking his bonds to sink his teeth into her tender flesh, to taste of her true essence, and swipe the sap from his tongue over her wounds. He processed that even thinking of it was flooding his body with hormones, preparing him to mount his mate as instinct demanded.

The touch of his female’s soft, hot mouth on his sheath nearly undid him, however. He strained, barely keeping himself in check as her mouth slid over his slit, her tongue working the parting seam. It brought an explosion of sensations as she lapped at it and worked it with the broad, talented tip of her human tongue. She laved at it, and sucked at the little folds of flesh framing it until he writhed beneath her, his breath coming up in sharp, staccato snarls with every sharp movement of his civix. He knew that it would break free at any moment and hastily ran the code for his virus. He had been so distracted with his female’s game that he had nearly forgotten to initiate it.

He was so close now. So very close. It would be only another moment.

Trembling with need, Kaylar growled deep in his throat when Meg sucked hard at the sensitive flesh at the top of his slit and his sheath split the rest of the way with a soft burst of fluid.

He knew the moment it hit her tongue because Meg groaned with delight and lapped at him more dedicatedly only to gasp and gag when civix jerked forward, breaching the sheath the rest of the way to plunge into her mouth. She froze around him and he stilled as well, though he was unable to control the twist and thrust of civix within her mouth any more than he had been able to restrain it when it was in his sheath. Her eyes watered as she looked at up at him in shock but a moment later, he felt the experimental sweep of her tongue along as she slowly withdrew her mouth before dropping it back along the length of his civix with a firm suck.

Kaylar’s hips jerked and he snarled out his pleasure. Her mouth was a pool of sucking heat, drawing him deeper until the entire length of his civix pulsed. When she finally pulled her mouth away, her lips grazing and plucking lightly at his hooked tip, he growled with displeasure but managed to refrain from breaking free of the garlands as he stared up her to watch her as she explored him, and her pleasure with him, thoroughly. His hips canted in response her fingers tracing up the long of his writhing civix. There was a look of wonder and curiosity on her face as she examined that particular part of him and before long her fingertip came to rest on the flexible tip of his hook.

“What is this?”

“My hook. It is part of what allows my civix to attach to you in order to breed so that I may implant.”

Her eyes shot to his face. “Implant?”

“There is no need to be concerned,” he rushed to assure her. “The hook provides pleasurable chemicals that will bring you release, and I am incapable of producing eggs without releasing my mating venom. All pleasure but no risk of offspring at this time.”

She relaxed slightly and went back to stroking her finger back and forth against his hook as his civix flexed to rhythmically brush against her palm, the glands that ran up the length of either side releasing their lubricant, slickening her hand.

“I really need to hear more about this implanting business since that sounds like an important conversation that we will need to have—but later,” she amended as she slowly dragged herself over him.

Straddling his thighs between her legs, Meg slid up a little higher before pausing. Her mouth pressed together as she regarded his twitching civix, but he detected no dread. She was merely observing him. Perhaps reminding herself that he was different in all ways from the males she had been with before.

He possessed hope for this. He did not wish to be likened to them. He wished to wipe out every memory of them.

Swallowing with obvious nervousness, she ran her hands up along his belly and chest as she leaned forward over him, pressing his civix between their bellies. The subtle grind of her body against his as she placed soft kisses against his scales made him shiver beneath her touch as a fire kindled through his blood and raced to every spot she touched. She took her time, returning to caress and taste places she’d already abandoned, leisurely becoming familiar with him at her own pace though it drove him to the edge of madness. The gentle touch of her fingers along his jaw was bliss however, and when he opened his eyes and met her gaze, he experienced a connection that went far beyond the intimacy of private com channels shared by family and close friends. He leaned into her touch, grateful to experience such true unity with another… to experience it with his mate.

Her expression softened at his gesture, and she pressed a kiss against his chest that communicated a great depth of her being to him. With their difference in size she couldn’t reach his mouth unless he contorted his body, which he could not do without giving away his advantage. So, he held her gaze instead as he panted so that she saw the full effect that she had upon him even if he could not directly show her.

The corners of her mouth curved, and she slid up higher, the heat of her settling over his civix. Her fingers curled around the base of his twining sex, directing it only as much as it required before it was plunging upward, spearing deep into her as her eyes rolled back and she dropped to settle against his pelvis. He arched up with a hiss at the sudden, tight heat engulfing his civix. It curled and twisted within her, snaking deep and retreating as it sought the perfect angle of that one special spot at the entrance to her womb where, if he were fertile, he would have deposited his egg. With every upward lift of her hips, it stroked his length even as it frustrated the efforts of his civix, extending their mutual pleasure. Kaylar chased her heat, snapping his hips up to find her just as she dropped down along his length again, their bodies slapping together, their rhythm picking up from a gentle rocking to a wild rut that had him gripping the bedding to keep from ripping free from his bindings completely.

Meg whined as she leaned over him, her breath panting into his chest as her legs trembled where they clutched him. Her sex pulsed around him, squeezing his civix as she rode her orgasm and ground against him.

“Not enough. Not fucking enough.” She groaned. “Shit. I need more. I need you to fuck me.”

His mandibles clicked with excitement. With a jerk of his arms, he broke them free and dropped them over her, pinning her hips to him as he rutted into her wildly from below. He gnashed his teeth in frustration with the angle as she moaned over him, her sex gushing as she trembled and cried out in a hoarse voice.

She was right. It was not enough.

Holding her tightly in place, he yanked his legs free and rolled up to his knees as he held her firmly in place before lowering her to the mattress in front of him. His muscles quivered eagerly but he met her gaze to make certain that she accepted their change in position. She blinked up at him, her breath panting in tiny, short gasps, and gave him a jerky nod of her head.

“Fuck me,” she whispered again.

That was all he required. With a hiss, he fell over her, his body moving over her as his hips pistoned, shuttling his writhing civix in and out of her body. His pace quickened as his need rode higher, her cries driving him as her sex clenched and spasmed around him with fresh hot releases. The pulse of her channel sucked him deep, relentlessly, her cries becoming louder as she neared a greater climax. His civix thickened as he felt his own release climbing and then it happened…his hook caught, dragging his civix flush to the mouth of her womb. At that moment of contact, his depositor snapped out from his civix and burrowed deep with in womb, triggering his own orgasm as he roared out his pleasure amid the shrieked cries from his mate below him.

She was so glorious in her pleasure that he wanted nothing more than to pierce her with his fangs and claim her. Instinct rode him hard but as she had not given permission for that, he turned his head at the last moment and shredded the pillow with his teeth. It tasted terrible but it allowed him to grip something firmly as his hips continued to grind against hers, dragging out their cries of pleasure that eventually faded into soft moans until his hook, at long last, released.

He breathed Meg in as he braced himself over her, relishing their mingled scents. Although their pheromones had not yet changed, and although they were not mated in any way that his clan or anyone of his mother-line would recognize, Kaylar processed that he was hers for the extent of their lifetime. He would always be hers. The rest was up to her. Without Meg initiating mating and accepting his venom, his body would never release his egg among the flow of hormones and semen that, with his saliva over her glands, would work to bond them to each other. Everything was now in her hands.

He just needed to win her.