Torkel's Chosen by Michelle Howard

beautiful breasts flush
against his chest, Torkel didn’t think he’d last. The warm heat of her clasped
him in a firm grip with each stroke.
    His hips rose and
fell as the heat uncoiled in his belly. Muscles tight, he lowered his head and
kissed her. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. His tongue teased until she
nipped his bottom lip. Her teeth pressed down then released him. The smile on
her face and the gleam in her eyes warmed his heart.
    “Temptress,” he
murmured.
    “Only with you it
seems.” The teasing in her voice matched the delight in her eyes.
    Torkel’s heart
tumbled and the words came out before he could stop them. “I’m never letting
you go.”
    She clenched on
him in a move that sent ripples over his sensitized rings. Torkel arched back
and sped up, pumping faster into her core. She cried out, her nails digging
into his back.
    “Gods, Faye.”
    He could feel her
sucking him in. Her slick flesh reluctant to release him with each stroke.
Pleasure boiled up his spine and he had to close his eyes as the need to explode
ripped through him.
    “Stay with me,
Faye.”
    “More, Torkel. I
need more.”
    Faye’s heels
kicked against his back as her impassioned pleas filled his ears. As impossible
as it was, Torkel slowed. He had to have the words. He steadied himself on one
arm, pulling out enough that only his tip teased her soaked entrance. “Promise
me, Faye. You’re my Chosen. Stay.”
    Glazed brown eyes
stared back. “I promise.”
    Satisfaction
coursed through him. She would remain his. His body resumed the pleasure it
sought. Torkel rammed back into her and erupted with a roar. Faye clamped down
on him extending the sensations of white hot lightning then screamed once more.
Torkel collapsed atop her, every breath torn from him. His chest pounded out an
unsteady rhythm. When he pushed up on his elbows, her eyes were closed, while
her head tilted to the side. She’d fallen asleep.
    Torkel released
the breath he’d been holding. His hand trembled as he grazed his fingers
lightly over her round cheeks. His. His to protect. His to care for.
    He would give Faye
what he’d never given another. His vulnerability. The man beneath the Jutak
warrior who craved a sliver of the love he saw others give to one another.
     

Chapter 7
    Faye woke in the
morning with a low pitched moan. Her stomach tumbled and heaved forcing Faye to
scramble from the bed. In her haste she bumped over the man in bed beside her.
    “Faye, what is
it?”
    Eyes wide, she
clapped her hands over her mouth. She didn’t know where to go. Torkel seemed to
understand her dilemma and jumped from the bed, shoving a door open. “The
cleansing room is through here.”
    Faye hauled ass
and made it in time to what she hoped was their version of a toilet. Afterwards,
she slumped to the floor and leaned against the wall.
    “Are you feeling
better?” Completely naked, Torkel crossed the room and squatted next to her.
    Faye’s gaze dipped
to his awesome package then flew back to his face. “I’m fine. A little.” Which
was true.
    He wiped her face
with a wet cloth. The cool texture settled her further. Now that she’d emptied
the contents of her stomach, she did feel better. And hungry. Her stomach
growled and she clamped her arm around her middle.
    Torkel smiled and
rose to his feet. “Come.” He extended a large palm in her direction. “I’ll call
for food.”
    Faye placed her
hand in his and allowed him to help her to her feet. “I need to brush my
teeth.”
    He used his free
hand to rummage through a sleek cabinet mounted over a stainless steel basin.
The rectangular device he handed her had a hole at one end and bristles on the
other. Torkel demonstrated its use by sliding it over her forefinger and
pressing the base until it buzzed.
    “Nifty.”
     He released her
hand to wave his palm in front of a plastic black circle beneath the cabinet
and water poured out.
    Faye took care of
her breath and teeth then set the neat