Page 22 of Whispers of the Void (Voidborn Chronicles #1)

CHAPTER 22

NEEV

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I ’ve never felt pleasure like this before. My legs shake with the effort of keeping me balanced and upright. Raiz is so strong he lets me lean against him even as he licks my clit and curls his finger along the front wall of my pussy. I can barely catch my breath as he continues to bring me closer and closer to release.

White, hot heat builds within my center, the sensation building in my core and ready to explode outward. I’ve done everything we’re doing right now before, but something about this encounter is heightened.

Raiz, I’m going to fall over. I say the thought internally, and before I can begin to pull away from him, he’s lifting me up and dropping me on the bed without ever pulling his face from my cunt. Embers of desire catch fire within me when he sucks on my clit. Pleasure erupts inside me, pulsing through my veins in waves as I melt into the mattress.

As my senses return, I look down at Raiz to find him staring at me in awe. His lips and chin shine with my juices which, together with his mused hair, makes him appear positively animalistic.

“I’m not done yet.” I notice his fangs are down as he speaks.

“Good.” I watch him as he stands and reaches behind his head, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. “I’m not done yet, either.”

The smile he gives me is positively feral while he pushes his pants down his hips. It’s the first time I’ve gotten to see his body fully nude and hard. His cock juts out from his pelvis proudly. It’s intimidatingly large with a round head and long shaft. I sit up and move down the bed for a closer look.

It’s right at eye level for me sitting on his bed. I reach up and wrap my fist around him, sliding slowly up and down the length. There’s a knob at his base, it’s unfamiliar from any of the books I’ve read or porn I’ve seen. I look up at him, anxious to know what he’s thinking while he watches me.

His eyes are the deepest green I’ve ever seen. Almost like the old rainforests on earth. He tracks me as I lean forward, his eyes laser focused on the tip of my tongue as it extends to the tip of his cock.

His chest shudders as I open my lips and take him further down my throat. He tenses when his tip hits the back, and I choke, but when he tries to withdraw, I grip his fists.

I want you to take your pleasure from my mouth.

Stars, it feels fucking incredible. Don’t stop. He pulls back and thrusts forward slowly. My pussy clenches as I start to bob up and down on his length.

He cups my cheek and stares down at me, his lips parted as he fucks my mouth. Soon he’s driving himself deep in my mouth, and I love every second of it. I’ve never done this before, but it may be my new favorite thing.

Are you okay? His internal voice even sounds breathless as his abs contract.

I nod around him and hollow my cheeks over his length. Grunts and groans mix with his thrumming and my whimpers. I want more. More of him, more of us. I want to taste every inch of his skin. To mark it and own it. He’s mine.

His body goes rigid as jets of his hot seed coat the back of my throat. I swallow every drop he gives me, obsessed with how perfect he tastes. My fingers run along the knob at his base and find it vibrating along with the thrumming.

He inhales sharply as I drag my nails over it.

“Sorry.” I pull my hand away quickly.

“Stars, don’t apologize. That felt incredible.”

“This?” I run my nails back over it again.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Yes. That.” His cock stays hard despite just emptying.

“Why are you still hard? I think human males soften after release.”

His answering grin turns feral as he crawls over me, his arm sliding beneath my body and dragging me to the pillows with him. “Zeahirian males have supreme stamina.”

I drop my knees to the side, making room for him to settle at my core. He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me slowly, deeply. I run my tongue over his sharpened canines and feel his cock twitch against me. A rush of power flows through me when I do it to the other side and the same thing happens.

I love learning the secrets of his body. I like finding ways to tease and torment him. Ways to pleasure him. It makes me needy for more. More of him, more knowledge of him.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw to just below my ear. A growl rumbles from him as I bare my neck to him. I feel the sharp points of his teeth run along the delicate skin. A blast of fear mixes with the desire I feel for him. I know he could bite down and end me. Feeling that type of fragility should be frightening. Instead, it makes me feel powerful, knowing this strong, beastly male could end me so easily but instead holds back to keep me safe.

I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his cock. We both moan as I drag his tip through my folds, up and down, teasing myself while coating him in my desire. Stars know I’ll need all the slickness I can get to take him. He’s bigger than any toy I’ve used.

As soon as I have him positioned at my entrance, he takes over, sliding inside me in one fluid motion. My fingers grip his waist, nails sinking into his skin as he spears me. My body stretches around him, welcoming in as though it was where he was always meant to be.

He cups my breast with one large hand and toys with the piqued nipple. Heat begins to burn in my core, each drag of his length along my walls sends a pulse of desire flooding through me. I open my eyes and find his gaze locked on my face. His beautiful green eyes are nearly black as he thrusts into me.

I gasp as he rolls us until I’m atop him. My body sinks further down him, my clit resting against the knob on his base. The vibration from his thrumming sends a shock wave of pleasure crashing through me. My hands fall to his chiseled chest as I begin to ride him. With each rock of my hips, my clit meets that spot on him that makes me mad with need.

He lifts both of his hands to my breasts, fondling my nipples and cupping the ample mound in his palms. I come with a cry when he pinches them between his fingers. My body drops to his chest, as wave after wave of my orgasm ripples through me.

I drop my forehead to his chest as I realize he’s still hard. There’s nothing I want more than to make him come one more time. His hands wrap around my waist as he moves to get more leverage. Then he begins to pound into me with hard, deep thrusts. I push myself up until I can look down at him. The veins in his neck throb as he continues to move inside of me. I wish I could taste them, trace them with my tongue until I have them memorized.

His body seizes beneath me, his fingers sinking into my full hips as he spills his seed inside me. Each hot lash of his cum feels like a gift. Something I didn’t have to earn and will never let go of.

I love the way he looks up at me. As if he’s in total awe of me. Like he’ll never let me go. He pulls my face down to his and kisses me thoroughly. I whimper against his lips when his cock slides out of me, and he rolls us onto our sides.

“How are you?” he asks as he barely pulls away from our kiss.

“Good. I’m going to feel you tomorrow.” I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Possibly even the entire week.

“I like that.” He grins.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything you want.”

“When I bared my neck to you, it made you growl. Why? Or was it something else. Was it a good growl?”

“Did it scare you?” Concern is etched onto his face.

“No. Not at all, actually. I liked it.”

His body relaxes against mine. “Showing your neck is the ultimate sign of trust to the Zeahiri. Mates will do it instinctively. Plus, you know I ripped my brother’s throat out with my own teeth. Showing me yours was such an act of trust. One I don’t take for granted.”

“I see. I do trust you. I always will.” I scoot my body toward his, wrapping my arm around his waist and running my nails in little circles over his back. “What do you want to do when I finish translating the book for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to let me go, take me back to Oculus Nine?”

He reaches down and cups my face, tilting my head back until my eyes meet his. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. But if I had my way, I’d never let you go.”

A different kind of warmth fills me hearing those words. Knowing he doesn’t want to let me go validates every feeling I’ve been having for him. But there’s still uncertainty. “Are you allowed to be with me? Someone who isn’t Zeahirian?”

“I don’t ascribe to outdated rules about who the heir of a house must take as a partner. I want you, Neev Kaesong, and nothing is going to change my mind.”

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Whispers roar in my ears as my consciousness awakens. As always I can’t make sense of what they’re saying. It’s a language I don’t know or maybe even just so many that I can’t make out one word from another. Either way, I don’t want to be here. I want to be with Raiz.

“There you are.”

I open my eyes not to the familiar face of the male I fell asleep next to but to Eryx. He’s bent over me as I lay in the white void of my mind. His forehead wrinkles with concern as he dusts the back of his fingers over the bruises on my face.

“What did they do to you?” Fury overtakes his features.

“Nothing. It wasn’t the people I’m with, it was their enemies.”

His lips flatten into a thin line. “Are you so sure about that? Did they not steal you away from the only home you’ve ever known?”

“How did you know that?” I sit up and scoot away from him. “Did the Order send you?”

“The Order?” A light flashes behind his eyes. “The Omnium Order?”

I don’t answer for fear I’ve already given away too much. “Who are you? Where are you from? And why are you able to enter my mind so easily?”

I’m not answering any more of his questions until he answers mine.

“I’m Eryx, we’ve already had introductions.”

I hold his gaze, set on not speaking until he answers me.

“Where are you right now?” he asks.

I roll my lips inward, pressing them firmly between my teeth.

“All I want to do is help you, Neev.”

“I don’t need help.”

“Your face says otherwise.” He looks down at me, his eyes searing a path along my body. Before I can react, his hand grips my ribs and squeezes, right where the broken bones were. I hiss a breath out through my teeth.

“You want me to believe you’re trying to help me by hurting me?”

“I didn’t hurt you. I’m simply pointing out that at best, someone let you get hurt. At worst, they’re behind your injuries.”

“Get away from me.” I push myself to my feet. “I trust them. I don’t trust you.”

For the first time since I started having these episodes, I walk myself out of the empty, white, cavernous space. The peace and warmth of Raiz’s embrace calls me home, like a balm to my soul. I wondered if Eryx would attempt to stop me, but he doesn’t. I just feel the heat of his stare at my back.

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When my eyes open, I feel Raiz’s warmth surrounding me. The distinctive ocean fresh scent he carries with him soothes my anxiety. His solid arms wrapped around my waist ground me.

I roll over and watch him sleep. His lips are slightly parted and his face fully relaxed. He’s so handsome. Sometimes I don’t understand how he’s lived over one hundred rotations and has managed to avoid any meaningful relationships. From everything we’ve spoken about, my relationship with Torre seems to have been deeper than anything he’s ever had.

I catch the time when I glance over his shoulder and decide to slip out of bed first. He rarely sleeps in, or sleeps well, so I want him to have it while he can. Luckily, it’s easy enough to move out from his embrace without waking him.

I enjoyed my time being on Zeahiri and living in his home, but the lack of electricity and other modern amenities was sorely felt. I switch the light and floor heaters of the bathroom on as I ready myself to take a luxuriously long shower.

A moan slips from my lips as the steady spray beats down on my skin, the water hot enough to turn my pale skin pink. Sleeping with Raiz was incredible. The best sexual experience of my life, but I’m feeling the ache he left behind in my core. I think I’ll stay in here as long as possible to let the heat soothe those delicious aches away.

Puffs of steam rise in the air as I wash and condition my hair. I can’t help wondering what they use in their shower and bath products that make both my hair and skin so soft and moisturized. On Oculus Nine I had to have a special filter added to my plumbing to achieve the same thing.

I hope I didn’t endanger the Order by accidentally mentioning them to Eryx. I might not want to go back to them, but that doesn’t mean I want any harm brought to them. It’s been my home and all I’ve ever known. I’ll always feel loyalty to the Order and the females who raised me, but I just don’t fit there. I never really did, if I’m being honest.

The question is, do I fit here? I have strong feelings for Raiz, and his friends feel like they could become mine, too. He wants me to stay, that much is clear from last night. Could I be his partner? He mentioned it last night before I drifted off, but it wasn’t like he was asking me for that type of commitment. He was just speaking in generalities. At least that’s what it sounded like.

I’m contemplating sitting on the shower bench and aiming the water to beat over me there when the door opens and Raiz steps into the room. He halts for a second, looking at all the steam but then moves toward the shower. He pulls open the door and steps inside with me, his body taking up most of the space.

He hisses as the water hits his skin and jumps back. “How can you have the water so hot, female?”

“It feels perfect like this.” I step back into the spray, blocking it from hitting him. “The hotter the better, I always say.”

He reaches around me to the control pad and a nozzle drops from the ceiling. Lukewarm water rains down over his head and he arches his neck, running his hands through his hair. I take the opportunity to study his body some more. The scar on his neck is by far the most noticeable on his body, but looking closely in the light, I see several dotting his torso. My thumb grazes one on his side.

“What happened here?”

He steps out of the water and looks down. “I don’t remember, I’ve had it so long.” He turns and shows me a circular scar on his other side. “But this one is from the Xlyopian Invasion, one of them ran me through with a spiked staff.”

“Zeahiri was invaded?” I didn’t see anything about that in the history books I read, although I didn’t have time to read that many. My knowledge of their history and culture is still lacking.

He smirks. “They tried.” I wait for him to explain while he rinses the shampoo from his hair. “It was short lived, and they failed, rather spectacularly if I might add. This,” he points at his side, “only happened because I was shielding a group of children.”

“Has anyone else tried?”

“Yes. Our entire existence has been filled with others coming to invade.”

“Why? I mean no offense, but your planet isn’t in a desirable system.”

“It’s not, but we are rich in minerals due to the volcanic past of our planet. There are many reasons to try to wrest it from our control.”

“Even though technology doesn’t work.” Which, now that I think about it, leads to many more questions. “Wait. How did you become advanced enough to have ships like this? And your hospitals in space?”

“Trade. Not everyone who comes for our minerals wants to take the planet, some just wanted to trade. One of our most long-lasting trade relationships is with Chortlotal 3, they brought us all the tech we have now. Taught us how to use it, how to mold it to suit our needs.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Long before I was born.” He turns the water off and grabs a towel.

“Which was a long time ago.” I shriek when he shakes his hair off, splattering my recently dried body with specks of water.

He laughs, fangs poking out the tiniest bit from beneath his lips, and my heart does a summersault in my chest. It’s beyond attraction. Deeper than affection. Warmth spreads through my body, and I rise onto my toes, pressing a kiss to his lips when he bends to meet me. If there was a way to bottle this feeling and keep it locked inside me, I would.