Chapter Five
Kiel
I knew this was complicated. There was much to learn from Lindsey, the Earth woman who’d appeared from nowhere on the planet. Maxim would want to talk with her. How had she come to be in the air ducts? Why was she here? How had she gotten into the main area cargo hold? Krael had destroyed the peaceful balance on the planet, the illusion of safety and everyone was nervous. Fearful. Warriors had died and many worried they might be next. While we were in exile, we were also supposed to be safe. Female mates now worked and lived among us.
I didn’t give a shit about any of it. I only cared about Lindsey. I should have handed her over to Maxim. I should have asked her all the questions that were piling up in my mind. But she was my marked mate and that trumped everything.
I didn’t need answers from her to know she wasn’t a traitor. I didn’t care what miracle had brought her to me or why she’d magically appeared. It didn’t matter. She was mine. And she’d just sucked my cock with an eagerness that had my balls drawing up and my orgasm building at the base of my spine. I wanted nothing more than to come in the tight, wet heat of her mouth, but I wanted her pussy instead. I wanted to sink deep, become one with her and fill her up. Knowing the power of the marks, my need for her would only get more intense.
I sensed her need as well, knew it would only become more and more severe until I ultimately did claim her. I ached to bond her to me, but there were too many things unspoken between us. When I made her mine forever, she needed to know what was happening and make the choice. Choose me.
Until then, we’d learn each other’s bodies. I would discover what made her hot, what made her moan. I’d make her come over and over until only my name filled her thoughts, only the pleasure I could give her blinded her from everything that stood between us. There was much, but it would wait.
Fucking her would not.
Once I had her on her feet again, I placed my hands on her small shoulders and started to walk her backwards toward the bed. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I told her.
“I am.”
I didn’t need to ask her consent; she’d been on her knees sucking me off. I’d stop if she wanted, but when she lifted her shirt armor over her head, I had my answer.
When her underclothes were revealed, I froze in place, mesmerized.
She toed off one boot, then the other before working her pants off her flared hips.
“What the hell is that?”
She looked down at her perfect body, at the red, sheer scraps that were intermixed with shiny fabric and covered her small breasts. Lower, a matching triangle covered her pussy. Thin, delicate straps rode over her hips and disappeared behind her. Hooking one hand on her hip, I spun her about, saw that there was absolutely no fabric covering her ass, just a thin red string that disappeared between the heart-shaped cheeks of her ass. I spun her back around so she faced me again.
Looking up at me, a coy smile played across her lips. “You like?”
“Like?” I repeated, my voice a snarl. I’d never seen anything like it before. It was alluring, enticing and teased me as to what was beneath. I couldn’t see her nipples other than the hard outline of them through the flimsy garment, but I imagined their color.
I stepped back, gripped my cock and began to slowly stroke it, trying to ease the ache.
“That can’t be legal on Earth.”
She laughed then, running the backs of her fingers over the soft curve of one breast, then the other. “Should I take it off then?”
Slowly, I shook my head. “No. That’s my job.” I continued to stroke myself. “Lay back on the bed.”
My mate was a vixen. She turned about, put one knee up on the soft mattress and crawled across it, her ass on perfect display, that little line of red taunting me with what was hidden. With my free hand, I reached out and gave one pert cheek a swat. Instantly, a handprint bloomed that matched her meager covering.
She squealed, then flipped onto her back, propped up on her elbows. There was no anger in her pale gaze, only heat. Banked heat. It was time to stoke it.
I let go of my cock. While it throbbed with need, it would have to wait. I had things to do to my mate first.
I gripped one slim ankle and slid it outward on the bed, parting her legs. From this angle, I could see the red fabric covering her pussy was dark, stained with her arousal. My mouth watered for a taste of her.
Grabbing her other ankle, I pulled her toward me, then I knelt on the floor right at the edge of the bed. Hooking the back of her knees now, I pulled her even closer to me, slipping one leg, then the other, over my shoulders. She was so small, so slight that I was afraid I was being too rough, but there was no complaint, only a breathy moan of surprise.
Her pussy was right before me. I took a deep breath. This… this was not in the dream we shared. Her ripe, dark scent made pre-cum slip from my cock in a steady stream. With the tip of one finger, I touched the delicate material.
“What are these called?”
She was still up on her elbows watching me. “My panties?”
I slid my fingertip over every inch of the panties.