Page 17 of Kailirex (Brides of the Mylos #6)

CHAPTER 17

KAILIREX

I watched in amusement as she suddenly began stuffing her cheeks with the remnants of her hot dog and its bun. She looked like a ritydith, a small creature who lived in the arboreal forests of my childhood planet. They were adorable, with large eyes framed by long, curly eyelashes, who hunted in pairs, preying on smaller mammals who lived on the forest floor. They’d strip the flesh and hold it in their cheeks, which secreted an enzyme that helped break the food down until it was an easy to swallow mush.

“What is it?” she asked as soon as she could swallow. “No, don’t tell me. I looked totally unsexy just now, didn’t I?” She made a small burp, her hand flying to cover her mouth. “Sorry!” She was beet red now and looked absolutely mortified.

I took the last bite of my own hot dog. “There is nothing to be sorry about. You are very hungry and the carbonated beverage has made you feel gassy, is all.”

“No! Well, yes, to the I needed some food bit, but…damn it! I was trying to get done here so I could get your ass back in bed so you could claim me. No more waiting!”

I liked that idea very much. I stood up, ready to pick her up and carry her off for just that when she shook her head. “We need to put the food away first.”

She made that sound as if it was a chore when it was not. I got up, picked up the tote, carried it to my mostly empty chiller unit, and shoved it inside before closing the door.

“There, done. “

She stood up, pushing her chair back. “Then what are we waiting for?”

I watched as she walked towards the bedroom, her hips swaying.

“Too slow,” I informed her, scooping her up and hurrying her the remaining few steps inside.

She did that cute snorting giggle of hers, her eyes dancing with mischief.

“Good thing I had a speedy steed to get me here faster. And now that we are, I wanna go for a ride.”

Images of her naked form looming over me as she bounced on my cock as I lay beneath her rushed through my head. Definitely something I wanted us to do, but not right now. The need in me to taste her pussy again and send her into another screaming orgasm before I plunged my cock into her for a hard pounding was too great.

“On the bed,” I growled, setting her feet on the floor.

“Ohh, bossy! I like it,” she teased, but she did as I asked. She lay her head on the pillow, then lifted her legs, grasping them at the knees, then spread them wide. “Come on, show me what you’ve got.”

I climbed on, settling myself between her legs. I turned my head to one side, kissing an ankle, then slowly kissed and licked my way up her calf, then her thigh, as she watched wide-eyed.

“Tease,” she said, her voice husky.

I reached the juncture at her hip, then turned to kiss her other ankle and work my way back down. She wiggled impatiently.

“Kai!”

I cupped my hand under her butt, tilting her sex towards me at a better angle, bent my head, and licked along the seam of her swollen, bare lips.

She whimpered something that sounded like a “yes, please,” and who was I to refuse such a request from my mate? I used my thumbs to part her folds, eyeing the swollen pink bud and her wet opening. I growled, needing a better taste, and latched onto it, sucking and licking, my bose buried into the small tuft of curly, neatly trimmed hair just above her mound.

She squealed and bucked, one hand letting go of a leg. I reached out, placing that foot on my shoulder. She did the same with her other one, her hands now grabbing at my head, twisting the strands of my hair between her fingers, fisting it.

“Yeah, like that, ohh, don’t stop!”

I released the bud from my mouth and began licking it and the wet seams of her folds. I darted my tongue inside, chasing the sweet, faint muskiness of her which dripped onto my tongue and coated my face.

I slid a finger alongside my tongue and she keened. I returned my attention to her clit, sucking it back into my mouth, working my tongue on it as I added a second finger and began fucking her channel with it.

She stiffened beneath me and came. I reared up, grasped my cock, and plunged them into her spasming warmth, she screamed again and I pulled partway out, then back in, setting a hammering pace.

“Yes, yes, yes, Oh, I can’t, no, don’t stop!” she babbled nonsensically.

I bent down to kiss her, silencing everything now except her moans of pleasure as we ate at each other’s mouth. I felt my own peak approaching, my balls drawing up and pricks of electricity dancing along my spine warning of my impending release. I reached a hand down between us and tweaked her nipple, wringing another cry from her. My hips stuttered once, twice, and I came, my head thrown back in a roar, baring my fangs. Then I struck, biting down at the juncture of her neck. She screamed louder this time as she came around my cock and I filled her with my seed. I carefully withdrew my fangs, lapping at the wound there, pleased to see my venom already sealing it closed.

I kissed her once more, gently this time, and she gazed back at me, still lost in a post orgasmic haze.

My cock began to stiffen and we might have gone for round two, but Xeranos’s voice shattered the moment.

“I’m not peeking,” he said, “but Eric and Piloris are on their way back to the shuttle bay where Tillin is already waiting.”

Sudden clarity came over her and I pulled out, moving so she could sit up.

“Why?” she demanded. “What’s happened?”

“Your mother called his cell. Your father collapsed while walking the dog and some passersby called an ambulance. She said they took him to Jamaica.”

She jumped up, looking for her clothes.

“A quick shower first,” I told her.”

She shook her head. “There’s no time for that. You heard him- Eric and Piloris are already on their way to the shuttle!” “And they can wait five minutes so we don’t reek of sex,” I told her firmly.

“Fine - just a quick jump in, rinse off, then right back out! Two minutes, tops!”

It would have to do. I knew there was no use pointing out that it was an hour back to the surface and that five or even ten minutes would make no difference. I understood her urgency, but knew that if we came smelling strongly of sweat and each other, it would add another element of unexpected and possibly distressing news to an already fraught moment of their lives.

“It’s through there,” I said, pointing to the bathroom door.

“Okay. Wait a minute before coming in, will ya? I need to pee first.”

I used those few moments to open her suitcase and take out a fresh set of clothing for her, laying them out on the bed. Then I heard her call out, “How do I use this?” And Polya, my bathroom and general health AI replied, “Do you wish for a water shower or a sonic one?’

“Sonic,” I answered for her, entering the small space. I glanced at my now thoroughly claimed mate. “It’s faster. Get in, close the glass door, and turn slowly, lifting each leg in turn onto the small footrest there in the corner so your nether regions are reached properly.”

Her mouth fell open. “Okay. Thanks.”

I nodded, leaving her to it while I picked up my clothes from earlier, giving them a sniff. I wrinkled my nose, smelling our combined pheromones on them, unsure if her family would be able to scent it. It would be best to not risk it, I decided, going to my closet to fetch out a fresh set.

She came out moments later, making a beeline for the bed and her change of clothes.

“Thank you so much for getting these out for me!”

“No problem. I’ll just be a minute.”

I emptied my bladder, then jumped into the shower. I emerged to find her fully dressed, on her cell phone with her brother. “I’m just waiting for him to come out of the bathroom,” she was saying. “Oh, he’s here now. We’ll be there in a jiff.” She pulled the phone away from her mouth and tapped to end her call.

I was already pulling on my pants. “How long is a jiff?” I asked, unfamiliar with that particular measurement of time.

“Oh, um, that’s short for a jiffy, which means, well, that we will hurry and not be long at all.”

“Ah,” I said, slipping on a boot before fastening it up. “So not a specific measurement of time, like a minute or a second.”

“No,” she giggled, then looked guilty for having a light moment while her father was ill.

“He will be alright,” I promised her, putting on my other boot.

“And how do you know that?” she demanded, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Because if he’s not, we’ll evac him in a stasis pod to our sickbay, and then he will be.”

“You’d do that?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

“And it would be allowed?”

I looked at her in surprise as I fastened up my other boot, then stood, slid my vest over my arms, and grabbed a brush from my bedside table, using it to tidy my hair as we walked out.

Her ponytail was in a wild disarray, but I said nothing, simply bringing the brush along with us. I’d fix her hair for her once we were aboard the shuttle.

“I asked, would it be allowed?’ she repeated as we walked out the front door and over to the elevator.

“Yes. I would not even have to make a special request as he is your male parent, and thus by extension, Mylos, as you are now Mylos.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered as the elevator doors swished open.

I gazed at her. “It is only what any decent being would do for another,” I told her gravely. Then the doors slid shut. “Xeranos, please return us to the shuttle bay.”

The elevator began to move and I tucked her against my side, wishing I could shield her from all the pain the universe could inflict.