hunted.
Cian lifted her and carried her back to the large bed. Tirin, ahead of him, pushed away the soft blankets. Cian laid Keer down. She ceased struggling, but watched them both warily from the bed as the lieutenant tucked the skins around her.
"Hear me well, mate, your fertility cannot be masked from us. I can sense it as sure as if my cock were buried inside you and you were screaming while I fill you." Keer knew her fear must be evident.
Cian bent over her, nose-to-nose as she had been earlier with his lieutenant, and then spoke through clenched teeth. .
"We hold no breeders here. Once found, our mates make their own choices."
Then he placed his large warm hand behind her head and lifted her mouth to his. It was a full assault. Her own need was raging in her ears and between her legs by the time he had finished stroking her mouth with his tongue and bruising her lips. Her hips thrust upward,
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pushing. She had taken her good arm and looped it around his neck, unconsciously drawing him closer, shifting to rub her nipples against him.
Keer thought the blinding agony had been great in past cycles.
This was like walking the gates of hell.
Cian's grip tightened. She felt his fingers lace into her hair, twisting her under his mouth. His tongue began to mimic the stroke his cock would take inside her. The heat, taste and feel of his tongue was an explosion to her senses. The fire in her skin skated the line between pain and pleasure.
Abruptly, Cian pulled away, those silver eyes a haze of desire.
Then she watched him stride from the room.
The blond hunter eased down beside her when Cian left, seating himself on the bed. She gasped for breath.
"You are well?" His voice was tinged with laughter. Anger roared up, displacing desire. Keer nearly came out of the bed after Tirin, but her legs became entangled in the bedding he had carefully wrapped around her.
"Don't you laugh at me, you cave-crawling son of an Endlands lizard!" She fought the covers blindly, furious at her own lust and enraged by Tirin's amusement. He caught her easily as she started to tumble out of the bed.
"Do not injure yourself or my commander will have my balls and my head. And I would like them to stay intact." He pushed her easily back down with one large hand. Once again she found herself watching the hunter warily.
"I don't trust either of you, and I want out of here. If I am truly your mate," she spat the words at him, "then you have to let me choose whether I stay or go according to your commander."
"You may well leave, my mate, but where you go, we go. And as I said before," he pushed her down farther into the bed with his hand against her uninjured arm and shoulder, ignoring the bionic implant as if it did not exist. "I have a desire to keep my balls intact. I may have 48
a use for them. Perhaps later you will suck them for me. I would like to feel the lash of your tongue. It would give me the greatest pleasure."
Then he leaned down and followed the path Cian had taken before him, bruising her mouth with force, his tongue stroking hers. While Cian had tasted of spice, deep and heady, Tirin's mouth was fresh like the sweetest fruit she had ever eaten. As before, she clung to him, trying to push herself against his chest and pull him down to the bed.
His mouth moved down her neck, sucking hard against her skin.
Anger and lust mixed to combine explosively, moisture pooling and dripping down her thighs. She could hear herself making mewling noises like a Terran cat in heat.
"Perhaps you would let me taste you." The warrior growled against her skin, his teeth grazing her neck and pushing down to her aching breasts. Keer moaned, as one large thumb came up to roll her nipple, her pussy clenched in response. The burning was so intense, she wanted to sob. Tirin squeezed and rolled the point in time with the clenching of her inner muscles. The heat was blinding, she was so close to a roaring climax just from his touch that she panted
Cian lifted her and carried her back to the large bed. Tirin, ahead of him, pushed away the soft blankets. Cian laid Keer down. She ceased struggling, but watched them both warily from the bed as the lieutenant tucked the skins around her.
"Hear me well, mate, your fertility cannot be masked from us. I can sense it as sure as if my cock were buried inside you and you were screaming while I fill you." Keer knew her fear must be evident.
Cian bent over her, nose-to-nose as she had been earlier with his lieutenant, and then spoke through clenched teeth. .
"We hold no breeders here. Once found, our mates make their own choices."
Then he placed his large warm hand behind her head and lifted her mouth to his. It was a full assault. Her own need was raging in her ears and between her legs by the time he had finished stroking her mouth with his tongue and bruising her lips. Her hips thrust upward,
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pushing. She had taken her good arm and looped it around his neck, unconsciously drawing him closer, shifting to rub her nipples against him.
Keer thought the blinding agony had been great in past cycles.
This was like walking the gates of hell.
Cian's grip tightened. She felt his fingers lace into her hair, twisting her under his mouth. His tongue began to mimic the stroke his cock would take inside her. The heat, taste and feel of his tongue was an explosion to her senses. The fire in her skin skated the line between pain and pleasure.
Abruptly, Cian pulled away, those silver eyes a haze of desire.
Then she watched him stride from the room.
The blond hunter eased down beside her when Cian left, seating himself on the bed. She gasped for breath.
"You are well?" His voice was tinged with laughter. Anger roared up, displacing desire. Keer nearly came out of the bed after Tirin, but her legs became entangled in the bedding he had carefully wrapped around her.
"Don't you laugh at me, you cave-crawling son of an Endlands lizard!" She fought the covers blindly, furious at her own lust and enraged by Tirin's amusement. He caught her easily as she started to tumble out of the bed.
"Do not injure yourself or my commander will have my balls and my head. And I would like them to stay intact." He pushed her easily back down with one large hand. Once again she found herself watching the hunter warily.
"I don't trust either of you, and I want out of here. If I am truly your mate," she spat the words at him, "then you have to let me choose whether I stay or go according to your commander."
"You may well leave, my mate, but where you go, we go. And as I said before," he pushed her down farther into the bed with his hand against her uninjured arm and shoulder, ignoring the bionic implant as if it did not exist. "I have a desire to keep my balls intact. I may have 48
a use for them. Perhaps later you will suck them for me. I would like to feel the lash of your tongue. It would give me the greatest pleasure."
Then he leaned down and followed the path Cian had taken before him, bruising her mouth with force, his tongue stroking hers. While Cian had tasted of spice, deep and heady, Tirin's mouth was fresh like the sweetest fruit she had ever eaten. As before, she clung to him, trying to push herself against his chest and pull him down to the bed.
His mouth moved down her neck, sucking hard against her skin.
Anger and lust mixed to combine explosively, moisture pooling and dripping down her thighs. She could hear herself making mewling noises like a Terran cat in heat.
"Perhaps you would let me taste you." The warrior growled against her skin, his teeth grazing her neck and pushing down to her aching breasts. Keer moaned, as one large thumb came up to roll her nipple, her pussy clenched in response. The burning was so intense, she wanted to sob. Tirin squeezed and rolled the point in time with the clenching of her inner muscles. The heat was blinding, she was so close to a roaring climax just from his touch that she panted
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