Page 10 of Trusting Warik (Hissa Warrior #9)

Chapter 10

Nisha

Waking up feeling overheated was a new sensation for Nisha. So was waking up with someone in the bed with her.

“What the hell!” she exclaimed, shouting her mother’s favorite cuss phrase as she thrashed around trying to get free of the arms that held her.

“Nisha?” Warik said, throwing back the thin covers and sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

Memories flooded her sleepy brain, and she calmed down. Sitting up, she ran a hand through her tangled hair and gave him a shaky smile. “Sorry, I forgot where I was.”

“And who you were with?” Warik guessed, rubbing her back.

“For a moment,” she confessed. “This is the first time I’ve ever slept with someone.”

Warik jerked as if stunned, and his scale pattern went pale. They usually only did that if the Hissa was in intense pain. “Were you a virgin?”

She blinked at the question, confused. “No, not at all.” Then she remembered that many species, even some humans, used the term “sleep” to mean sex and chuckled. “I’ve had intercourse with a few people, but we never spent the night together. You’re the first person I’ve ever felt safe enough to fall asleep next to.”

His scale pattern returned to the normal purple-blue color, and he gave her a rueful grin. “You didn’t have much choice. There’s only one bed in here.”

“I’m not above sleeping on a floor to get some space,” she countered. She flopped back on the bed, then instantly regretted it. “The floor might be softer than this bed.”

Warik grunted and settled down beside her. “I didn’t think anything would make the beds on the ship seem luxurious, but this place managed it.”

She huffed out a laugh as he pulled her against him. “It’s a good thing someone put me into a sex coma, or I might not have gotten any sleep.”

“Is that what I did?” Warik asked, nuzzling the top of her head.

Nisha made a happy humming sound and snuggled into Warik. She felt a slight buzz in her implants before Shift spoke. Look at you two, all cuddled together. So romantic.

Nisha made a little harrumph sound and got back laughing static from Shift. I know you’re comfy, but you should get up. They’re about to release your ship, and I’ll feel a lot better once you guys are off this station. You don’t have enough credits to invest in any more of Nilf’s family businesses!

While they’d been eating and discussing the “investment” with Nilf, Nisha had tried hard not to think about how much it was going to cost her. It was a stark reminder that she wasn’t rich or powerful enough to go gallivanting around space. In the end, she handed over most of her savings to Nilf. She wasn’t broke, but she didn’t have the comfy nest egg her mother left her anymore either.

“We should start our day,” Warik said. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t want to spend any extra time on this station.”

It was too bad Warik and Shift couldn’t talk to each other because the two had a lot in common.

“Do I have time to bathe?” she asked, pulling out of his arms to sit up.

Warik propped himself up on an elbow and gave her a wicked little grin. “To save time, we should bathe together.”

Again, ew! I’m out! Shift declared and the link between them went dead. Nisha almost laughed at Shift’s dramatics.

Instead of letting her stand up, Warik got out of bed, then leaned over and scooped her up. Cradling her against his chest, he strode into the small cleansing room. With a few verbal commands, hot water started raining down on them.

“Ah, this is nice,” she murmured as he gently set her on her feet.

“Can I bathe you?” he asked, picking up the disposable bathing cloth provided for them. It wasn’t as soft as she liked, but it would work this one time.

“Uh, sure,” she agreed, interested to see what he would do. With almost clinical thoroughness, Warik started at her toes and washed every part of her. It was only when he was almost done that she realized he was looking her over for injuries. When he paid special attention to her neck, she thought he might have a fetish.

“No scar,” he murmured, running his finger down her neck below her ear. He was referring to the Decanting scar that happened when humans were grown in vats. To accelerate growth, wires were run to their spine and brain that always caused a scar like line to form.

“Nope,” she answered. “I don’t—”

He cut her off before she could explain. “The fact you’re not Decanted doesn’t matter to me. I promise.”

The statement confused her. “But I’m—”

He cut her off again. “I find you beautiful because you are, not due to any reproductive capacities. It doesn’t matter to me if I can have children of my own. All I care about is that my species survives as a whole.”

She got the feeling he was trying to tell her something, so she stopped talking.

“I think too many Hissa have become obsessed with mating Decanted humans so they can have offspring. I think it’s damaged their perspective on what it means to be a good partner. I never planned on having children so I can guarantee I’d never lose sight of what it means to treat a mate well.”

Oh, he was trying to tell her he liked her!

“That’s sweet,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. He stopped bathing her and embraced her back. “I’ve only been in a few romantic relationships, but I’m sure I can be good at it too. For however long we’re together, I’ll take good care of you.”

As she spoke, Nisha felt a strange itching sensation on her neck and shoulders. Closing her eyes, she focused on her body and found her melanin was acting strangely. After forcing it to return to normal, she refocused on what Warik was saying.

“...then we’re in agreement,” he said, sounding very satisfied.

She felt too warm, comfortable, and relaxed to bother asking what he’d been saying. “Sure.”

He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

Wait, what has she just agreed to? “Warik, I—”

“Nope!” he declared cheerfully. “It’s too late to back out now. You’re my sex slave for the rest of the trip.”

For a split second, she thought he was serious. “Tease!” she cried, pulling away from him with a laugh.

“It’s what you deserve for tuning me out in the middle of a conversation,” he shot back, returning to his task of washing her.

Chuckling, she grabbed the cloth from his hand. “My turn!” she declared. She rubbed the cloth over his broad, muscled chest, then down his torso until she got to the hardening shaft between his legs.

Hmm, they had a little time, why not have some fun?

“Nisha, I don’t think—oh!”

She wrapped the cloth around his hardening cock and started running it up and down. The soap imbued in the cloth made it slide easily over his skin. His body swayed a little, and he ended up leaning his shoulders back against a wall.

“I could make you come this way,” Nisha murmured as she moved the cloth with slow, steady strokes. “But I don’t think I will.”

With those words, she pulled the cloth away. Warik made a whimpering sound. “Nisha!”

She smirked up at him. “I didn’t say I was done.”

Dropping the cloth, she grasped him in her bare hands and worked his flesh until all the slick soap was gone. She could tell her grip was becoming uncomfortable because he sucked in a breath, but didn’t ask her to stop.

“I never got to taste you last night,” she said, sinking to her knees.

He grabbed her shoulders before she was all the way down. “No, sweetling. You don’t have to do that.”

She brushed his hands away. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. Now be a good Warik and shut up. I want to focus.”

“Nisha, I—” Whatever he was going to say ended in a moan as she licked up his length. He was big so she was careful as she worked her lips over his gorgeous cock.

“By the moons!” he exclaimed in an explosion of breath. “I can’t…I won’t…”

She rolled her eyes up to see his desperate expression. Causing Warik to lose his ability to speak made her feel powerful.

Partly to see if he liked it and partially because she wanted to explore, she reached up and cupped his balls. Warik cried out, and his hips jerked a little. Scared that she’d hurt him, she let go with both her hands and mouth and sat back on her heels.

“Are you—akk!”

She didn’t get a chance to ask if he was okay. He moved with all his normal predatory grace and the next thing she knew; she was flat on her back. He caged her with his arms and legs and put his mouth against her ear.

“No more teasing unless I’m doing it,” he growled with a nip to her earlobe.

“But I was having fun,” she pouted, surprised at how hard it was to get the words out. His whole romance thing really did it for her!

“Don’t worry, the fun isn’t over,” he said, then pressed his lips to hers.

She moaned and relaxed into the self-warming floor. She had no problem with this either!

***

Warik

He’d tried to let Nisha be in control, he really had. At the best of times, it was hard for him to be around Nisha without touching her, but with her hands and mouth on him, it was impossible.

Ending the kiss, he moved down until he could suck her nipple into his mouth. He cupped her other breast with one of his hands and plucked at her nipple. Somehow, she wiggled a hand down and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock.

“Troublemaker!” he gasped, rearing up to grab her hand. She giggled as he gathered both hands and secured them over her head with one of his.

“Not fair,” she complained, though she didn’t try to get free.

The tip of his cock was pressed against her belly button. She lifted her hips, rubbing against it, and making him suck in a breath.

“You could find trouble on an empty planet!” he said. He pressed a knee between her legs. Instead of simply parting her legs, she lifted and wrapped them around his waist.

“Better,” she gasped. She was trying to force his cock inside her.

Letting go of her arms, he pushed her thighs apart. Before she could try to get ahold of him again, he flipped her onto her belly and urged her legs under her.

She moaned as he gripped her thighs, holding them apart so he could gaze down at her glistening sex. The wet floor was too slippery for her to hold herself up. She was able to brace her hand against a wall but relied on him to keep her legs from sliding out from under her.

He should probably use a different position, but he really enjoyed this one.

“Warik,” she moaned.

“I’m in charge,” he growled. “Say it!”

“You’re in charge,” she agreed. “Please touch me more!”

“Again!” he demanded. Leaning over, he put his face to her pussy and licked.

She whimpered. “You’re in charge.”

“What am I in charge of?” he asked between strokes.

“Me!” she cried out, her body shaking.

Sitting up on his knees, he put the broad head of his cock against her entrance. “Do you feel that?” he asked, pressing in only a little.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Warik!”

“I will,” he promised. “You’re going to take my length inside you. I'm going to use your body because it belongs to me. Say it!”

“I belong to you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right. I’m going to fuck what’s mine!”

He slid into her with agonizing slowness. She felt as hot and tight as the night before. He worked on memorizing every part of her. The feel of her soft skin under his hands. Her wet sex enveloping his cock. The sweet smell of her slick. The little panting whimpers. He’d need every memory for when she left.

“More, Warik. I need more,” she begged.

“Then I’ll give it to you,” he agreed, reaching under to slide his fingers into the wet curls between her legs to find her clit. She gasped and bucked under him when he started massaging the nub with careful strokes.

Her body tensed, telling him she was close. Holding her steady with one hand on her hip, he rocked himself into her, bottoming out inside her.

She threw back her head and gasped, “Yes!”

Warik wanted to make her beg more. Wanted to hear more words of ownership and belonging, but he couldn’t hold back his own need for much longer.

Setting up a brutal rhythm with both his hips and his hand, he rubbed her clit at the same time he pounded into her. Both of them started breathing hard, sweat immediately washed away by the hot water raining down on them.

“Warik!” Nisha screamed, her entire body flailing against his. Her feminine channel convulsed around him, making his rhythm stutter.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed, troublemaker,” he declared. “I’m going to mark you on the inside. Mine!”

His orgasm hit him hard, making him jerk inside her with enough force to push her hard against the wall. Nisha didn’t complain, only braced herself with shaking arms. He thrust a few more times before pleasure punched him in the spine and held him still inside her.

It was only when Nisha let go of the wall and started to collapse that he realized what an awkward position she’d ended up in. He wrapped both arms around her waist and eased both of them onto the warm, wet floor.

“It’s like making love in a tropical jungle,” she sighed, snuggling her hips into him. They were still joined, and he wasn’t ready to leave her tight body just yet. “Hot drops raining down on us from an early morning storm.

“Except for the lack of plants, dirt, animals, or bugs,” he agreed. “It’s just like being in a tropical jungle.”

When she giggled, and her pussy tightened around his sensitive shaft, he might’ve had a second orgasm. He didn’t know he could do that, but life with Nisha was all about learning new things.