Page 55 of Warlord's Mate
His cock wasn’t hard, but the length was still impressive. She leaned forward and took it into her mouth, swallowing the entire softened length, and felt it twitch when he sucked in a harsh breath.
She’d never sucked a soft dick but decided she liked it the moment she felt it start to harden. His fingers dug into her hair, holding her to him as she worked him root to tip, swirling her tongue around the hardening length and by the time he was fully erect, she knew she’d never be able to get it all into her mouth.
Marcy pulled back enough to look up at him and licked the head of his cock. Those strange amber eyes no longer held the glassy shine of tears. He was looking at her with so much desire shining in them she felt a shudder of pleasure ripple down her spine.
She sucked him back in, licking and nibbling on his length until he shifted his hips, then fucked her mouth for long minutes before pulling himself free and lifting her, roughly removing the wrap skirt around her waist and sitting her on the table. He lifted both her legs, draped them across his arms and slid inside her without a word.
Marcy gasped at the intrusion and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and held on as he fucked her like he had nothing else to do but give her pleasure. He was watching her, their eyes locked, and she saw so many emotions there. His pain was obvious but something else lingered, something that made her heart clench tight.
He kissed her again, his lips soft and wet against her own while his hips rocked forward, feeding his length into her more forcefully until the table was rocking and bouncing off the walls behind it.
The warlord—Jorrick—gripped her hips, locking her to him, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her and kissed her stupid. Her womb clenching announced her impending release, and it hit her so fast, when she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out but a gurgled half moan she hoped no one outside heard. The warlord didn’t hold back when he came. He roared loud enough it would take no one but a second to wonder what was happening inside their hut and by the time he stilled, Marcy knew that was only a prelude to what she was in store for.
He lifted her and walked to the bed, his steps awkward and she realized his pants were still around his ankles. She would have laughed but didn’t want him to think she was laughing at him. When he sank to his knees on the mattress she’d placed on the floor, he laid her down then stood again, removed his boots and pants and stared down at her like some fantastic golden god. He was simply—beautiful. And all hers at the moment.
Marcy spread her legs, smiling when his gaze shot there, and held her arms up to him, inviting him for more. When he sank back down onto the mattress, kissing a path up her leg, she wondered if those aliens who’d kidnapped her hadn’t actually done her a favor. No one on earth had ever looked at her the way Jorrick did and as her heart started pounding, his wet tongue finding her center, she knew she was now his willing captive.
She was an enigma. Beautiful and full of life and she didn’t belong here on this awful planet. Jorrick stilled when she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, every muscle in his body tightening at the sight of it. He lived for those smiles now. Waiting every morning until she woke, knowing she’d grace him with one the moment she saw him. Then he’d fuck her until she was panting for breath and couldn’t move from their bed.
He’d mourned Aris in the weeks between his disappearance and them finding him. He’d known he was dead. They would have found him had he been alive. But knowing something and seeing proof of it were two very different things. He’d raged and wanted to kill and felt that beast that lived within all his people try to claw himself free. Mar-see was the only reason every alien in his camp who had ever said a harsh word to his brother wasn’t dead. She calmed the beast that lurked beneath his skin.
Mar-see bent to pick up another ground root. She showed it to him and told him it reminded her of an ok-to-puss, whatever that was.
He walked closer to where she stood and leaned back against one of the trees. “How did you come to be in this place?”
She huffed out a breath. “I was walking out of my dance studio and this bright light surrounded me. I thought it was a police spotlight at first but then I blacked out and woke up on a spaceship.” She shrugged. “As abductions go, it was pretty standard. Most earthlings don’t even believe in aliens.” She laughed. “Hell, I didn’t believe in aliens but—here I am.”
He knew what dancing was but some of the words she’d used were unfamiliar. “You danced for others the way you did for me?”
The way she turned and looked at him made his cock jerk. “You liked the dancing?”
“I liked it very much.”
She graced him with a smile that promised things he was ready for her to do now. “Then I’ll be sure to do it more often. But to answer your question, yes, I danced like that for others. I actually taught people how to dance like that.”
“You instructed them on how to move in such a way to seduce a male?”
She laughed. “Well, I never thought of it that way but I guess if one was really good at it, then I suppose seduction would be possible. Seeing how I found you passed out on the floor the morning after I danced for you, then I think I might need to work harder next time.”
Her dance was more seductive than she thought it was. If he hadn’t been drugged, he would have had her ass in the air while he pounded into her for half the night, and on her back the other half.
His cock jerked again just thinking about doing it. Having her under the waterfall had shaken his world. Her naked and secured to the pole in his hut, completely at his mercy, had left him undone, addicted to the sounds he pulled from her. He’d been between her thighs so many times now, but it still didn’t feel like enough. He craved her, loved to feel the sweep of her tongue on his flesh and hearing her whisper his name as she came sent him over the edge every single time.
He inhaled a deep breath and pushed the thought away before he hauled her back to his bed. “Tell me what your planet is like.”
She stilled a moment then shrugged her shoulders. “A bit like this one, I guess. Our oceans are blue, instead of the weird teal thing going on here. Earth is mostly water and what land masses we do have are over populated, some parts in desperate need of food, so theres starvation and disease.
“We’ve ventured into space but only went as far as the moon. We’re not advanced enough to explore in any form other than probes and man-made robots or machines.” She picked another root and dropped it into her basket. “And while there are some things here that are familiar, others are not.” She smiled and walked to a cluster of vines near the base of the bush. “We don’t have singing flowers.” She picked one of the white blooms from the ground and held it up to him. “The others thought I was crazy when I told them these things sing.”
He straightened. “You hear them?”
She looked at him and nodded. “I hear them. Do you?”
He smiled. “Yes.” He crossed to where she stood and took the flower from her, then brushed it against her lips. “This is a moon flower. I’ll bring you back tonight to see them. Their petals open and are dusted with a fine powdery substance that make them appear to be glowing. No one here other than those of my species have heard their song. No one other than you.”
“So you think the hum they emit is really a song?”
“I do. I think its how they communicate with each other.”