Page 9 of Trusting Warik (Hissa Warrior #9)

Chapter 9

Warik

He hadn’t meant to do this. After everything that happened, he should give Nisha time and space to process. They’d come close to disaster, first when they’d been attacked and then later with station security. It had only been Nisha's brilliance that kept them safe.

The entire time she’d been talking to Dalic and then Nilf, Warik had to force down his emotions and urges. He’d desperately wanted to grab her and run. Fear for her made it hard to think straight, and it was only his years of training that kept him from giving into his baser urges.

Now she’d agreed to let him use her, but it wasn't enough. He needed more!

“Pick a word,” he ordered. “A word that would easily come to your mind if I caused you distress.”

Her expression of anticipation diminished as she looked at him with confusion. “Why can’t I say no or stop?”

“Because I want you to say those words and keep going anyway,” he confessed. He waited for her to show disgust and reject him.

“Oh, that’s, um,” she looked intrigued but cautious, “what about negative? It’s not something I’m going to moan out.”

“Good,” he agreed. “Now you can say no or beg me to stop, and I don’t have to listen. You use the word negative and everything halts. Understand?”

“Yes,” she agreed. No sooner was the word out of her mouth than he took a step back, grabbed the neck of her top in both hands and ripped it down the middle in one quick move.

“Warik!” Nisha gasped as he tugged the ruined garment down her arms. He didn’t pull it all the way off though. When it was around her wrists, he pulled her away from the wall and used it to secure her hands together.

“What are you doing?”

“I think that’s obvious,” he said, focusing on the binding garment holding her breasts captive. Unsheathing one claw, he cut the garment at the front, freeing her beautiful breasts. “Remember your word.”

He sucked a nipple into his mouth while palming her other breast with his hand. She gasped and arched her back as if presenting her chest to him.

“I don’t…don’t want to say the word,” she said, gasping and stuttering as he sucked on her nipple. “But I…oh god that feels good…I want to touch you too!”

He pulled away from her breast, letting the nipple pop out of his mouth and making her shudder. “You can touch me next time. This time, I need to control all of you.”

Dropping his head back down, he switched breasts and sucked on her other nipple. He could smell her arousal starting to build. The need to taste her slick made him release her delicate nipple and focus on her pants.

Instead of ripping this garment, he dropped to his knees. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he drew it down, revealing her delectable flesh for him to kiss and lick. Soon her pants were around her knees, and he could see the soft triangle of curls hiding her sex from his view. They were damp and inviting so he nuzzled his face into them.

“My…my boots,” she reminded him. With her hands tied behind her back, she was having a hard time maintaining her balance. Standing up, he grabbed her around the waist and tossed her onto the nearby bed. She cried out in surprise, then giggled.

As much as he liked the sound of her happiness, right now, he craved her gasps and moans more.

Grabbing her pants, he pulled them tight around her ankles and lifted. She sucked in a breath as he tore off one boot, then the other. Once her shoes were out of the way, he finished pulling her pants off. Now that she was completely naked, he let his gaze run over her glorious flesh.

She tried to pull her legs up and cover herself a little, making him growl with displeasure. No, she wasn’t allowed to hide anything from him.

“Mine!” He grabbed hold of her left ankle and used it to straighten out her body. When she brought her right foot up to push out of his grip, he grabbed that ankle too. “I’ve waited long enough to taste what’s mine.”

“What?” Nisha asked, looking a little dazed. “No, you can’t mean, uh…” Suddenly, she tried to pull her legs out of his grip. “I need to take a shower really quick.”

“No.” He climbed onto the bed and used his grip on her ankles to pull her close. Now he was kneeling between her legs, and the enticing scent of her was making his mouth water.

“No really, you want me to wash up!” she said, sounding mildly desperate.

“I don’t care.” He stopped moving and lifted his eyes to meet her gaze. “Are you saying negative?”

She hesitated for a moment, and he hoped she wouldn’t make him stop. “No.” The single word was a quiet whisper. “But I better not hear anything about how bad I taste.”

“Never,” he promised. His cock was throbbing in his pants, desperate to be released. He’d let the beast loose later, after he’d eaten his fill of Nisha’s sweet nectar. Forcing her leg over his shoulder, he hunched down until he was almost on his belly. Her damp curls parted to reveal glistening flesh.

Experimentally, he licked over her hole and clit. Her flavor exploded across his tongue, sparking a bolt of lust down his spine.

“No!” Nisha gasped. “You shouldn’t!”

Ignoring her pleas, he did it again. Her hips jerked, telling him that her body wanted it.

“You’re going to be the best meal I’ve ever eaten,” he grunted, then pressed his face to her sex. He pushed his tongue deep into her channel, desperate to get more of her nectar from the source. He’d heard that oral sex with humans was good, but he wasn’t prepared for how good!

Her slick was like a powerful aphrodisiac, making him want nothing more than to feast on her for hours. Each time he licked inside of her she gasped and jerked. Her legs tightened around his head, and her body quivered.

“Please,” she said, her voice low and begging. “Suck on my clit. Warik, please!”

He ignored her and continued to lick as deep inside as he could reach. His throbbing dick pressed painfully against his pants, but he couldn’t stop even for the moment it would take to disrobe.

It was only when her entire body started shaking that Warik realized how close she was. Taking one last, long lick, he moved away from her hot feminine channel to focus on her little nub of nerves. He sucked it into his mouth, careful to only graze her with his teeth and not bite down.

He’d only gotten to suckle her for a few seconds before she screamed. Her back arched, trying to press her pelvis into his face. It was only his grip on her thighs that kept her from accidentally hurting herself on his teeth.

She was surprisingly strong for a small human and when she started thrashing, he had to work to hold her still and keep his mouth on her.

“No more,” she sobbed. “Please, Warik! I can’t take any more.”

When he removed his mouth from her sex, she went limp. Lowering her legs, he pushed them wide, and she didn’t try to fight him. Sitting up, he took in her lush body. She was panting and damp from sweat. She looked so perfectly wanton that he wished he could take an image capture of her at this moment. She was always beautiful, but right now, she was exquisite.

As much as he wanted to continue kneeling there and gazing down at her, his body had demands. Getting off the bed, he stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile at the foot of the bed. Taking his cock in hand, he stroked it as he moved back on the bed. He wanted to come on her, covering her in his seed. He wanted to spend time carefully rubbing it into her skin, marking her with his most intimate scent.

He also wanted to bury his cock deep inside her and fill her with his cum. Then he wanted to sleep with his dick inside her, locking them together the entire night. It was that last image of him holding her tightly against him as they slept, that won.

When he knelt back on the bed, Nisha half opened her eyes. She looked a little dazed and very content.

“That was nice,” she murmured. “Thank you.”

“Who says we’re done?” he asked, moving to loom over her.

She gave him a lazy smile. “I know you need to come. I’m ready.” She lifted a leg and ran her toes against the outside of his thigh.

“We’re both going to come,” he declared.

Her lazy smile vanished. “I’m wrung out. I don’t have another one in me.”

Tilting his head questioningly, he gazed down at her. “Are you saying negative?”

“Um, no?” She looked both worried and excited.

“Then you’re not wrung out, and I’m not done,” he said, grabbing the foot rubbing against his leg.

She tried to pull her ankle out of his grip. “No, Warik. I really can’t.”

He tightened his hold and grabbed her other ankle before she could think of moving it. Using both her ankles, he flipped her over on her belly. The sight of her hands still tied behind her back made him feel secure and in charge.

Still holding onto her ankles, he pushed her legs up under her and forced her lush ass into the air.

“No, Warik, don’t!” she gasped and tried to fight him a little. All her attempts were halfhearted. He easily held her still through the struggles.

“Are you trying to deny me access?” he asked. He let go of her legs to grip her ass cheeks and pull them apart, revealing her glistening sex and tight back hole. He could see her engorged nub peeking out and couldn’t resist letting go with one hand to run a finger over it.

Nisha moaned and pushed her ass out to rub harder against his finger. He let her go for a few strokes before withdrawing his hand and slapping her lightly on the ass.

“Behave,” he ordered and rubbed the spot he’d smacked. She whimpered but remained still. Her obedience made his cock twitch, he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he squeezed the base, then guided the tip to her entrance. She made a pleading sound as he slowly pressed forward.

“Faster,” she begged and pushed back against him.

He grabbed her hips and forced her to be still. “Bad Nisha.”

“Mean Warik!” she pouted.

He had to bite back a laugh at her response. “I’m mean, but not cruel.”

She made a grumbly sound that ended in a sharp intake of breath when he pressed closer. He sucked in a harsh breath as her hot heat slowly accepted his length.

“You’re so big,” she breathed.

He continued to push. “You can take me.”

They both moaned when he bottomed out. Being inside Nisha was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he was determined that she’d come with him.

Easing himself out until only his tip was inside, he waited for her to whimper, then pressed in again. He kept up the slow pace until she started struggling against him again.

He enjoyed the sounds of frustration as he kept the pace sluggish, but finally his own need pushed him to go faster. He increased the pace until their flesh was slapping together. Nisha’s legs spread a little more to keep herself steady, and she made loud, needy noises. Her body was tense but not to the point that she’d orgasm again.

Keeping the same pace, he reached under her. Running his fingers over her flesh, he found her clit and started rubbing. Nisha’s reaction was swift and violent. She turned her head into the mattress and screamed into the bed. With one hand on her clit and the other on the bed holding him up, he couldn’t stop her body from thrashing against him.

Her velvety channel tightened, squeezing him mercilessly. It was almost painful and made his orgasm explode out of him. Her body milked him as he kept thrusting. He didn’t stop until the tension left Nisha’s body, and she was jerking uncomfortably from his touch.

Straightening up, he gently pulled free of her body. He allowed himself a brief moment to admire her drenched sex and his cum dripping down the inside of her leg.

“Perfect,” he murmured, running a finger through the mess of cum and slick. He wanted to rub the mixture all over her skin and make a clear olfactory claim.

She mumbled something he couldn’t make out, then he realized she was still bound. With a few deft movements, he untied her hands. Her arms flopped to the bed, and her hips collapsed. He rolled her over, a little worried but found a smirk on her face. She looked up at him with sleepy, half open eyes.

“That was nice, let’s do it again later.” Her voice was soft and husky. “I want to taste you next time.”

His cock twitched and tried to come back to life.

“Later,” he agreed, ignoring his overeager sex organ.

“Cuddle with me,” she demanded with a weak tug on his arm.

“In a moment,” he murmured, getting out of the bed. He washed himself off in the small cleansing room before rummaging through her purchases until he found a decorative piece of cloth he could wet down and use to clean her off.

She might’ve protested, but she never opened her eyes. Her body remained lax as he cleaned her off, then tossed the cloth in the direction of the cleansing unit. The sheets on the bed were clean, but thin and worn, so he found the large, soft woven blanket she’d purchased earlier. Climbing into the bed, he draped the blanket over both of them.

Nisha made a contented sound and snuggled close against him. “Perfect,” she whispered.

“You are,” he agreed as she fell asleep in his arms.