Page 23 of Devin (Warriors of Etlon #5)

Val

I t had been an awkward ride back to camp after Odette had kindly explained the ins and outs of Mahdfel mating. Sure, you could have sex, but once a warrior bit you, the whole thing was permanent. So despite Devin’s protests, it was clear he’d done the deed and there was no going back now.

Val had security. No one could force her back to Earth where she’d lived paycheck-to-paycheck, where it was possible they’d send her back to prison, this time in a blue jumpsuit. It only cost being stuck with a green alien hunk that would hardly look at her.

Even now, smeared with dirt and what she guessed was blood, that warrior could make her heart skip a beat. She refused to let that show.

“You. Shower. Now,” she ordered. For once, he silently obeyed.

Back in their cabin, Devin turned on the shower.

“Nivy, you might want to-” she began.

Val didn’t finish her sentence because Devin shucked his shorts to the floor and she lost her train of thought. He was hard again, but apparently able to ignore it. He stepped under the stream of water and Nivy left his shoulder but did not leave the shower.

Nivy was soon soaked. The water proved that most of him was hair. He had a small central body mass and spindly legs that seemed to be able to rotate in any direction.

Val backed out of the bathroom after staring too long at Devin’s naked ass. “Note to self. Jungle catopuses… catopi? Are not afraid of water. Why would they be? They live in a rainforest.”

She’d already showered. That had been about all there had been time for before Kave had shown up.

He had been jubilant and had gloated a little too much about his success, all the while staring at her neck.

Then the news that Haxit was dead came over the com, and despite her protests to the contrary, Val found herself back on the shuttle headed back to the alien that didn’t want her… sort of.

Emerging from the shower, Nivy looked like a drowned rat, perfectly happy but soggy nonetheless.

A little shake and he poofed right back out again.

It was the cutest thing she’d ever seen a poisonous carnivore do.

Devin took Nivy and settled him into a crumpled towel.

The creature seemed content to burrow in and take a nap.

As cute as it was, Nivy did not distract Val from the anger growing inside her.

“You left me,” she said furiously, trying not to shout.

“It was only temporary. I had work to do.”

“Yeah, well, then why didn’t you say so? Do you know how embarrassing it was to have someone else have to explain the birds and the bees to me?”

“I am sure they have pollinators here, but I fail to understand-”

“Sex! Mating! That whole bitey thing. I just thought that was something you were into.”

“Is that not how Terrans mate?”

“No! I mean the mechanics are basically the same, but there’s no biting, not usually. And definitely not permanent.”

“We are permanent,” Devin said, again with a hint of ambivalence.

“Yeah, I got that.”

He turned and sighed heavily, as if the entire weight of the world was on his shoulders.

Despite her anger, she felt sorry for that sexy hunk of a man.

He was taking responsibility for Haxit’s death, even if it had been an accident.

Devin was holding it all in, and the pressure was beginning to show on his skin.

She touched a tattoo near a mottled green patch on his back.

It began to glow. Val traced the spiral and watched, fascinated as it reacted to her finger.

His skin was still wet in places from the shower, and like his head, was completely devoid of hair and smooth.

Devin froze and let her explore. Val didn’t really have the chance to do that before, when she was in too much of a rush to put him inside her, to quench that emptiness that could only be filled with his hard insistence.

She didn’t have to reach around to know that he was already hard.

He was seemingly always hard, but at least now, he seemed to have conquered that not-willing part.

Val stepped closer and brought her fingers down, tracing his tattoo down to his ass.

She cupped one hard cheek in her hand and brought the other around his well defined hips.

In order to grab his cock, she had to press herself against him.

Val regretted not being completely naked already, but to take off her clothes, she’d have to let go of him, and she was too enamored with the weight and heat of him pulsing in her hand.

“You need me right now, don’t you?” she asked. Val certainly needed him. She felt herself growing wet just thinking about their last quick encounter.

“I do. I need you. I yearn to be inside of you.”

His words sparked another jolt of pleasure. She let go of his cock and yanked off her top. Devin turned and watched her slide her shorts and panties down her hips and kick them off.

“I want you on top of me,” Val said, her voice sounding strangely not like her own.

Devin reached for her, slipping a finger between her folds, testing for wetness. Val’s legs grew rubbery as he found her clit and began playing with it as he slipped one finger, then another inside her.

“Yes, I think my mate is ready as am I,” he said, as if his own cock wasn’t hard and pulsing between them.

He claimed her mouth and matched the thrusting of his tongue with the pulsing of his fingers.

His other arm wrapped around her, and it was a good thing too, because her knees gave out as a wave of unexpected pleasure washed over her.

When he lifted his head, he was smiling a cocky smile. “I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

“I’d rather be squeezing your cock.”

She reached over and grabbed him, stroking the length of his shaft, pulling him ever so slightly toward the bed.

He responded with a wiggle of his fingers.

Sparks flew and Val knew it wouldn’t take much to push her into another orgasm.

Everything he did to her seemed to press her body to the limit with lightning speed.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

“I am enjoying my mate.”

“Why don’t you enjoy your mate on the bed for once?”

“I suppose I could do that. But then I’d have to remove my fingers and I think I want to watch your pleasure one more time before I-”

Devin stopped mid-sentence to put his fingers to work. Val threw back her head and let it wash over her until he removed his fingers and gently placed her on the bed. He knelt above her.

“I believe that you are sufficiently lubricated,” Devin said.

“You mean I’m wet. I’m very wet. And ready.”

“That too.”

Val spread her legs and wrapped them around Devin’s hips as he lowered himself into place.

With one torturously slow movement, he pressed into her.

Her body gladly took his whole length. She was marvelously full of him and delighted in the weight of Devin above her, pinning her to the bed.

Even as he let his instincts take over, he was careful not to crush her under his solid warrior’s body.

He set a rhythm that had Val crying out for more.

Her legs tightened around him again and her brain exploded in stars.

She had a fleeting thought that no human man could have lasted this long, pistoning into her, giving her the friction that her body craved.

Val saw on his face that moment when he crossed the threshold, when Devin’s will to pleasure his mate bent to the need for release. She welcomed it, begged for it in a way she’d never done before.

“Give it to me. Give me your seed. Cum inside me. Fill me.”

Devin let out a roar and thrust deep inside her. His body shuddered and he collapsed on top of her for a moment before rolling them, putting her on top. She sat up and saw him watching her breasts heaving with a sense of satisfaction.

Trust a male to be satisfied with that aspect of their relationship.

“We’ll make the best of it,” she said, half to herself, because as he’d said, they were permanent now.

She could figure out how to stay out of his way for the most part.

As for the mind boggling sex, he wasn’t having any objections to that, or at least his cock wasn’t. It was still towering inside her.

Val had thought she’d been completely satisfied, utterly satiated, but she couldn’t fight the niggling urge to watch his face as she rotated her hips.

“I do believe I prefer it,” Devin finally said.

“Prefer what?” Val asked.

“The feel of you squeezing my cock, to my fingers.”

Val laughed and squeezed his cock again. “Well, then, you’ll just have to give me another orgasm then.” That wouldn’t be too hard at the rate she was already building toward one.

Devin wasted no time putting his finger back to work on her clit, and in record time, she was screaming out his name again along with some choice profanities that may or may not have been in the translator’s matrix.

When he put his hands back on her hips, Val knew she was in for a long night, and she planned to enjoy every minute of it.