Alien Warrior's Mate: Sci-fi Alien Military Romance (Brion Brides Book 1) (7 page)

His tongue felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Darien’s mouth was pressed against her pussy, his hands pulling her wide open for him to taste. With every bit of her self-control going into not moaning for every swipe of Darien’s tongue, Deliya couldn’t stop herself from grinding down shamelessly to get more contact if that was even possible.

When he licked gently over her clit, she shivered so strongly Darien had to hold her in place for him. The pillow muffled only some of the noises she made as he circled her clit with his tongue, sucking on it slowly, making her toes curl in pleasure.

“Are you still favorable towards me?” Darien asked, pulling back.

Deliya didn’t have to look behind her to see his smile. Her resolve not to answer the taunt was short-lived as he went on, “Or should I stop?”

“No,” she said quickly.

That bloody bastard. That bloody gorgeous, amazing, damnable bastard.

“Oh,” Darien said, not even bothering to sound surprised. “Should I continue?”

Her pussy ached for his tongue so badly every second hurt.

“Yes,” she said, moaning as he gave her a quick lick.

“Are you sure?” he teased. “I wouldn’t want to do anything you don‘t like. Do you like it?”

For the last sentence, his voice dropped impossibly low again. Deliya whimpered into her pillow, utterly helpless before him, but even more so before her desire for him.

“
Yes
,” she whispered. “Yes, I like it.”

She didn’t need to see the victorious smirk to know it was there. All Deliya cared about by that point was feeling that amazing tongue on her once more. As though he’d read her mind, Darien gave her just that. His fingers pulled her pussy open for him and he darted his tongue inside her, driving the last of her mind to sweet, sweet oblivion.

The sheets were crumpled beneath her hands as she clawed at them, searching for any way to channel the ecstasy flowing in her veins.  It didn’t seem possible Darien’s tongue could reach so far inside her, but it felt as if he wanted to taste every inch of her pussy. She whimpered, pushing back against him. When he pulled away, she steeled her resolve not to beg him, at least.

Instead of his tongue, Darien’s fingers returned. He easily plunged two in, her body readily accepting them. He scissored them inside her, stretching her wider. Deliya couldn’t help but moan. He knew exactly what he was doing, brushing against every nerve ending in her body, or so it seemed as her body was frozen around his fingers, her ass in the air, presenting itself for him to use.

When she thought she could no longer bear it, that she’d come from his fingers alone, Darien stopped. Before she knew it, Deliya felt herself flipped around to lie on her back, hornier than she’d ever been in her life, staring up at him.

If she’d thought he looked gorgeous before, she hadn’t properly seen him in pleasure. He knelt above her, his cock hard and huge, making her mouth water. From under the dark curls of his hair, his eyes shone brighter than stars. Every inch of him sculpted like he was a model from which warriors were made, he knelt and looked at her with intensity that made her want to either run from him or throw her legs open for him.

He nudged them apart himself.

“So tell me,” he growled. “Do I look just fine?”

Deliya had to swallow at the sight of him, so the truthful answer was no.

“Hmm,” Darien replied before coming forward to kneel over her chest.

His hand lifted her head off the pillow she had at some point actually bitten through and guided her lips to his cock.

It was so huge she could barely fit even the head in her mouth. That didn’t seem to matter to Darien, though. As she licked the tip of his cock, he hissed in pleasure, stroking himself slowly in tune with her licks. She lifted her eyes to his, seeing the wave of ecstasy creeping closer with each movement of her head.

“Oh fuck,” he murmured.

“Oh fuck, Deliya, you…”

She didn’t get to hear what he’d been about to say, because it seemed that had been the last drop in the reserve of his patience. He climbed off her, but merely smiled when Deliya spread her legs wide for him.

“I won’t beg you,” she told him defiantly.

“I wasn’t going to suggest you do,” Darien said, although his eyes had flashed with lust.

His hand slid between her thighs again, cutting her answer to a short serious of moans.

“I just want you to admit how much you want me.”

“Of course I want you,” Deliya panted once she found enough air in her lungs to make up audible words.

“Or else we wouldn’t be here, do you think…”

“No,” Darien said, pushing his fingers deep enough to make Deliya sob again. “I want to hear how much you want me.”

“That’s pretty much begging,” Deliya said.

Darien laughed.

“I suppose. Depends on how you look at it.”

Before she could reply, he lifted her up from the bed and turned her around, leaving her on all fours before him. He knelt between her spread thighs, the tip of his huge, heavy cock pressing against her. She pushed back without even realizing she had, but Darien held her off. His fingers pushed inside her again, his other hand cupping her tits, catching her nipple between his fingers. She felt his teeth graze her shoulders, shivering at the feel of his breath on her skin.

“So what will it be?” he asked, punctuating the question with a sharp stab with his fingers that made Deliya cry out.

“Darien…” she began, but couldn’t think of anything to say to convince him.

“Yes,” he replied instead. “I’m here.”

She realized he was. Had been there the entire day, at the edge of the chasm where she’d nearly tumbled to her death and then between her and the champion. He’d even been there to protect her from the chieftain, as much or as little as she needed protection. And now he was behind her, hot and strong and solid and there.

“Darien,” she moaned.

“I want you. I want you so much it hurts. I need you to fuck me right now, I need to feel you fill me. Fuck me – oh fuck!”

Her last cry was ripped from her throat by Darien pushing himself inside her. Even with the battle hormones still in their veins, he’d gone slower but Deliya didn’t care. This was what she’d wanted in the first place, what she needed.

“Faster,” she pleaded.

“Gods you feel so good…”

Darien let go of her tits, pushing her lower so he could support both hands on the bed and then slammed himself inside so deep Deliya screamed. For a moment he stopped warily, but she wasn’t going to have him be careful now.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

He listened just like he had before. Holding himself up, he set into a brutal rhythm, sending Deliya crawling forward with every one of his thrusts until she was gripping the bedframe, her head buried in the pillow again, muffling her screams into it. Darien was fucking her hard enough to make it feel like her bones were rattling, but that was exactly what she’d wanted – to feel the absolute thrill and pleasure of giving herself completely over to his desire, no holding back, even if it wasn’t entirely painless.

Darien was huge, she felt every last inch of him pounding deep inside her, making her cry out, but it was a small pain compared to the ecstatic warmth it brought, her second orgasm nearing like a wave as Darien’s weight descended on her faster and faster.

“
Yes
,” she sobbed.

“Yes, oh fuck yes, you’re so good, so good I…”

It was him that growled her name this time, pounding his release into her, pushing Deliya off her own edge. She sobbed breathlessly, her entire body taunt to the tips of her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure hit her while she felt his warmth spread inside her pussy. She could barely breathe, her orgasm had been so intense as to nearly make her black out as she’d feared before. On top of her, Darien kissed her neck lazily, taking almost a minute to gather up enough strength to roll off of her.

She hadn’t expected him to do anything until his desire returned to him, but he pulled her into his arms and there, in his sure and solid embrace, Deliya fell asleep.

CHAPTER NINE

Darien

Darien woke with a start.

It wasn’t often that he woke next to a gorgeous woman and his first thought was to curse out loud. This time, it made sense. He’d gotten Deliya to promise she wouldn’t kick him out for the entire day, but now they’d managed to sleep through most of it. Of course, it was explainable by the fact their bodies had desperately needed sleep after the battle and intense fucking, but that also meant that as soon as Deliya woke up, she was bound to want him gone from her room, despite whatever need she might have had for him.

Until she roused, he simply watched her sleep, peaceful in a way a warrior was seldom seen by someone other than their fated. She looked gentle and happy, as she sometimes was during unguarded moments. He couldn’t help wondering what it had been that had set her future on a warrior’s path. All Brion children were evaluated to determine the best possible career for them from a very young age.

Most of the warriors he knew showed clear signs of bloodlust, at least to some extent, but he’d never actually noticed that in Deliya. She was a formidable warrior, true, but not a vicious one. It was especially hard to believe at that moment, looking at her dark curls messed up on the pillow, her breathing calm and quiet.

He couldn’t believe he had to leave at some point.

When Deliya finally awoke, Darien knew his time with her was almost up.

The first look she sent him was one of regret, mirrored on his own no doubt. So she also felt some remorse about it. That was some consolation, at least.

“You would tell me, right?” Deliya said.

Darien glared, for the first time, at her in all honesty.

“I’m putting this down to you desperately wanting me and not as a horrible insult,” he said.

The Brion fated – the
gesha
and the
gerion
– were sacred to their people. Since only the men ever got the recognizing moment, it was their task to inform the
gesha
. Some of such confessions went better than others, but to suggest he’d hide something as tremendous as that was beyond his ability to comprehend. How could he not tell someone they were fated to be with him until the darkness took one of them?

He’d expected Deliya to frown back and offer some further teasing comment, but to his utter and mortifying surprise, she simply nodded.

“It just feels… real, somehow,” she said. “I don’t know. At first I thought I just wanted you. Then I thought I liked you too, sort of.”

He had to laugh at that, she was simply asking for it. When she didn’t join in he became serious again.

“But,” Deliya continued, “then it started to feel so natural, so right. Like I’ve heard the others talk of their fated. So forgive me for asking.”

“I would tell you,” was all Darien could think of saying.

The problem was he felt the same way. Being with her, it felt as though that was how it was meant to be. And the way their bodies fit so perfectly together, it had to be a sign of something, right? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he didn’t know it for a fact, and if he wasn’t sure, then it wasn’t so. That was what they’d been taught.

They got dressed in heavy silence. Darien thought whether the same doubts and regrets plagued Deliya. Maybe it would have been better if he’d just avoided her, like she had tried. Something called them together, but if it wasn’t the sacred bond, then it wasn’t something to pursue any further or one or both of them would end up terribly hurt.

A part of him had already known the day before, he felt. Had known it was better to dream of something and only feel the pain of never getting it than having a taste and being forced to let it go. 

“I had better go,” he said, sounding miserable when he had been trying to sound cheerful. “I think I’d better tell someone I still exist on this ship and haven’t been lost to the great dark.”

Deliya smiled, but it was a mere shadow of her true smile as well.

He left with a heavy heart. Back in his room, it seemed empty against all reason, although he had moved nothing there. He didn’t have far to look for an answer. Something inside him ached for Deliya and felt alone without her.

Darien was seriously beginning to think there was something wrong with him. The Brions didn’t work that way as far as he knew. They were either bound or they were not, it wasn’t like them to long for someone so utterly without it being their fated.

He went to Urenya, as everyone aboard the
Triumphant
did when they felt out of order somehow.

He found the healer in the medical bay, no surprises there.

She barely looked up from her work as he entered, completely focused on her duties as usual. Darien knew better than to think that meant she wasn’t interested in helping him or wasn’t being attentive. Urenya simply had an amazing ability to multitask, and no one questioned her methods, not even the commander, who considered her one of his closest companions.

“I was told none of the chosen were injured too gravely in the battle,” Urenya said. “Or, at least, none I could do anything for.”

“I wasn’t injured, no,” Darien said, unsure of where to begin.

“Good to hear,” Urenya said. “So what brings you to me?”

Darien considered how to phrase what bothered him. Several ideas popped into his mind, but none seemed sufficient for all he wanted answers to.

“Deliya,” he finally said.

“Oh,” Urenya nodded, as though that truly did explain everything. “Diego mentioned I might expect this.”

Darien was too baffled by that to give much thought to the fact she referred to the commander so casually.

“The commander said –” he began, but he had absolutely no idea what their general might have told the healer. “What did he say?”

“That you and Deliya were a possible match in the making,” Urenya replied calmly.

“I take from the fact you’re not beaming brighter than your valor squares that didn’t happen.”