Page 26 of Chieftain (The Outlander Book Club… in Space! #1)

“Oh!” Emmy lifted on her elbows to look at me. Her full breasts with perk dusky nipples beckoned like a siren. “I thought it was you making me feel this way.” She sighed, trailing the tip of one finger from the center of her breasts toward her belly button. “You’re awfully cute.”

At that moment, I ceased praying to the Valana.

Instead, I prayed to the Valana and every god and deity I'd ever heard of to aid me in maintaining control.

My cock was throbbing to the point of pain.

Still, I couldn't leave her. I had to take care of her—I sure as hell would not allow Toovis to touch her or any other male aboard this ship to see her like this.

I would hate to kill one of my crew members.

I considered calling Orzon for assistance, but even the idea of the diminutive Framaddi, asexual as far as species went, laying eyes on Emmy's creamy naked skin made my blood boil.

Cautiously, as if approaching a skittish animal, I crept to the foot of the bed, grabbing the discarded blankets. "You need to get into bed, little one."

“Good idea.” Her tone tinkled with laughter.

Emmy lay still as I pulled the blankets up over her knees, up her thighs, over that small thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs that was as coppery as the curls on her head.

My gaze lingered there, mesmerized by her beauty and the burning need to see more of what lay under that small patch of curls.

I was too distracted to react with anything but pure instinct when Emmy launched upward, her fingers stealing around my neck as she pressed her lips to mine.

My hands went to her body out of shock, cupping the blissfully soft skin of her waist and hips.

Touching her was like touching fire. My hands seemed welded in place, unable to move.

The lips against mine were demanding, her naked flesh pressing close as her tongue skimmed my lower lip before tangling with mine.

The slight hesitation I felt from her when she taught me to kiss at the space station was gone.

In its place is raging want, kindling a desire inside me that's so strong it's almost crippling.

I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never wanted like this before. My body craves her more than breath. At this moment, Emmy has become my sustenance, the succor that keeps me alive and whole.

A moan ripped from me as my fingers slid through the curls at the back of her head, tilting her face to deepen the kiss.

Slowly, her body molding against me with every move, I laid her back on the bed, propping over her, my thigh settling between hers.

My tongue is thrusting and stroking in an imitation of what my cock twitched to explore.

When my hands trail around the curve of her waist, knuckles brushing the underside of her full breasts, her soft whimper against my lips is everything.

I want more of that.

I want her moans, sighs, and screams of pleasure as she writhes under me. I want her smiles and laughter. I want everything. I want… no, I need to claim to make her mine. I’ve never wanted anyone like this… ever.

She can never be your true mate.

The words seep into the one small corner of my brain not ravaged by desire, and somehow I find the control to pull away. My cock is so hard it causes me to stagger away from the bed, putting a fraction of space between us.

The sound that escapes Emmy is a painful whimper. Her eyes look dazed and glistening while her delicious pink tongue probes over her lips, swelled from my kisses.

“Why did you stop?” Her voice is husky and breathy and settles around my cock in an imaginary squeeze.

"Because…" My voice is thick and husky, and I clear my throat before continuing. "Because the stimulants in the bath are making you act this way."

“Nuh-uh.” Emmy propped on an elbow, her full breasts swaying to one side. “It’s you. You’re just so sweet and gorgeous as hell. I want you to kiss me again.”

"I want to kiss you, too." I can't stop myself from admitting it.

Emmy holds out her hand, fingers undulating, and in that moment, nothing in the universe can keep me from her side.

I settle beside her on the bed, groaning as she presses her breasts against my chest, planting teasing kisses and nibbles along my jawline.

Her hands trail over my shoulders and down my chest. I'm so caught up in the sensations it's like a jolt of pure electricity when the back of her hand brushes where my cock strains against the fabric of my pants.

“Sweet one, you need to slow down.” I captured her hand, bringing it to my mouth and teasing her knuckles with a kiss.

“Why?” Emmy raised her gaze to mine. The heat in her green eyes is a flame that jumped from her body to mine, branding where it touches. “I really, really, really want to fuck you.”

Valana, have mercy !

No matter how many replies I conjured or how much I knew it wasn't wise to give voice to the desire churning through me, nothing but the truth fell from my lips.

“I really, really, really, really want to fuck you too.”

“Oh, goodie!” Emmy squirmed, rubbing her breasts against my chest.

“Not like this, my vika .” The words tasted bitter on my tongue, and I kissed her, hungry for her taste.

“But I’m horny!” Her lower lip rolled out in such a perfect pout; I couldn't resist nibbling on its fullness.

I felt a burning, ravenous energy for her as if my stomach had been emptied and replaced with an insatiable hunger.

Her lips were plush against mine, my hands caressing the dips and curves of her body, fitting perfectly against me, despite the difference in our size.

It's as if we were formed for this moment in time.

And that's all I want; I want nothing else but feeling our bodies locked against one another, skin touching skin, heart beating against heart, breath mingling together until it's impossible to tell whose is whose.

But I can't have her.

Not like this.

Her desire for me might be real— please Valana, let it be real —but the effects of the bath inflame her actions.

I can't leave her like this, either. Toovis' words flashed through my head, and the threat of Emmy exploding clenched my gut with a sickening mix of desire and dread.

"I know, sweet one," I pressed my lips to her forehead, feeling a flush of fever.

Capturing her face between my hands, I leaned my forehead against hers, deeply inhaling her floral scent, heavy with musky arousal.

“When I claim you, I want it to be you and you alone, unaffected by anything but your desire for me.”

"Please, Khaion.” Her voice was a breathy moan, and for a split second, the lusty haze cleared from her eyes. When she spoke again, it was in a clear, soft voice. “I need you.”

“I know, my vika .” I kissed her again, lips trailing from her mouth to her cheek and down the curve of her jawline. “Will you let me ease you?”

Emmy’s thick lashes fluttered against her pale cheeks. Her hands stole around my neck, fingers wrapping in my hair like she feared I would pull away from her touch.

“How?” The question was faint, spoken between kisses.

“Let me taste you, sweet one," I murmured, my cock nearly exploding in anticipation. "I need to know if your taste is as exquisite as your scent."

Emmy’s eyes widened, the mist of arousal muting the color. “Please,” she whimpered against my lips.

Her soft sigh echoed as I pressed her back against the mattress, stretching over her, reveling in the sight of her creamy naked skin beneath me.

Need, like nothing I've ever felt, takes control, and I kiss her hungrily, our tongues battling for dominance amid moans and gasps.

She panted softly as I kissed her neck and over the curve of her shoulder, then dropped my mouth lower, sliding along her skin like a serpent to her breasts.

I cupped one soft mound in my palm and teased the other with nibbles and kisses.

Her salty-sweet taste bloomed on my tongue as I slid it over her stomach and across the curve of her hip.

Feeling dizzy, my fingers slid between her silky thighs, parting them.

Sweet, mighty Valana!

If my life ended now—at this moment, with the dizzying scent of her arousal drowning my senses—I would count it a better death than dying in battle, as was the Vaktaire way.

Emmy’s entire body quivered beneath me as I ran my tongue over her, savoring her sweet, honeyed nectar. Her soft folds were like velvet, and I lapped at her essence with intense hunger.

“Khaion! Oh God, don’t stop!”

The sound of my name on her lips drove me into a frenzy.

I traced the tip of my tongue around the tight bud near the apex of her thighs, savoring its moist heat.

Emmy's fingers twisted into my hair, and her hips jerked towards me as a gasping cry left her lips.

Part of Vaktaire's human studies included human anatomy.

I knew the small pulsing nub beneath my tongue was her pleasure center, so I stayed there, tasting and suckling her sweet delight repeatedly, loving how she squirmed and moaned with pleasure.

The muscles of her thighs twitched under my grasp.

Curling the fingers of my right hand and careful of my claws, I scraped gently down her inner thigh as I licked and sucked at her flesh, trying to take it all in—taste, scent, and feel.

She tasted so good. Her soft whimpers make my heart pound against my ribcage.

I felt her excitement building, her muscles quivering and tensing as she rose to meet my mouth.

Her sounds are near to screaming as she dances on my tongue, and I push deeply to drink her in.

Emmy's body tenses suddenly then snaps as though she has come to the edge of a precipice and fallen over.

The way her body clenches and flutters around my tongue is the most exquisite pleasure, and I never want to stop tasting her sweet arousal flooding over my mouth.

I haven’t had enough of her—I will never have enough of her.

My cock throbs with jealousy as I slide one, then two fingers easily past the warmth of her entrance.

Throwing back her head with a low deep moan, Emmy's body convulsed around me as I moved my fingers deeper, faster.

Her breath shortened, and a moan rippled through her throat as I cupped my mouth over her, swirling my tongue over the sensitive nub before sucking it inside me.

My brain burns with desire and lust, set ablaze by the taste of her, the smell of her skin, the feel of her thighs clenched around my head.

When her moans grow louder, and her body pulses around my fingers, I can't stop.

The musky scent of her fills me, intoxicating me until I can't remember how anything else feels or tastes.

Everything is wet and soft under my tongue, and I don't stop until she falls into a limp, trembling mass, completely spent.

If this is the only way I can ever claim her, it will be enough. I want her to come apart under my mouth and hands until I draw my last breath. My cock is still hard, even though at some point I spilled in my pants simply from her taste and watching as she writhed in pleasure.

Emmy trembled as I moved to lie beside her, and I heard the faint clicks of her teeth chattering. Without hesitation, she comes into my arms, snuggling against my chest, and nothing in my whole life has ever felt as perfectly right as this moment.

“Are you okay?” Her forehead tasted salty from the faint sheen of sweat covering her skin.

“I’m perfect,” Emmy sighed.

“Yes, you are.” I pressed another kiss to her lips, feeling her smile under the touch of my mouth.

“Sleep with me?” Her curls tickle my chin as she settles against me, tucking her head against my throat.

"I won't leave your side," I promised, shifting so the wetness at my crotch didn't press against her. I still didn't have enough control to lie beside her unclothed.

Emmy hummed, happy as my fingers stroked through her hair. I felt her relax against me, heard her breath ease into slumber, my chest expanded, heart pounding so strongly I feared it might wake her.

Sweet Valana!

She could never truly be mine… but I knew now, without question, I would never find the strength to let her go.