An Unwanted Hunger (12 page)

“Teasing is good,” she replied, and when his eyes locked with hers, gave him a smile sexy enough that he was tempted to lay her on the floor and pound into her that second.

Her eyes drew him in and he responded to the call. The connection of their minds was as erotic as that of their bodies when she eased his hard length inside her. It was almost overwhelming. So strong that he wavered in place. His entire being was her prisoner. Mind and body, she held him hostage, her power so strong that he had no strength to resist. It was something new and unexpected and completely intoxicating.

He groaned and started to pump into her, but she squeezed her strong legs tight around him, stilling his motions. “Don’t move.”

Supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders, she stared into his eyes. The muscles of her vagina began to contract and release, a slow steady pulse that had him fighting to hold back a groan. When her hips joined in the action, swiveling and rolling, he couldn’t stop himself from digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass.

Whatever she was doing was new and unexpected. Arcs of sensation danced through his veins, making his skin feel hypersensitive. The feel of her inner muscles squeezing his cock, the taut strong muscles of her legs constricting his waist, even the whisper of her breath on his skin was heightened to the point that it required every ounce of his control not to buck against her.

When it dawned on him that she was asking for an act of surrender, his entire body jerked in surprise. Submission was something foreign to him, something he’d been quite convinced he’d never be capable of. Until this moment.

Resa leaned in, brushing her lips against his. “Say you’re mine, Constantine. Only mine.”

“Yes, Resa. I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

She smiled and moved her lips to his neck, running her tongue along its length from shoulder to earlobe. When he felt the first prick of pain, the dominant male within screamed to be released.

But the wanting was a torture so sublime he kept that part of himself in check. His senses became super-heightened, tuned to every subtle nuance of her. The sound of her breath quickening, the smell of her rising around them, the perspiration that dampened her skin. She’d somehow transformed into a breathing aphrodisiac and he reveled in the feast she provided.

Then she released his neck and whispered into his ear, “Shall I take you higher, my love?”

“If that is possible, then yes.”

She put both hands on his face and looked into his eyes. “Step inside my mind’s eye.” Then she claimed his lips.

Constantine had time to gasp before his mind was sent spiraling into a realm of ecstasy. Pleasure in its most extreme and erotic sizzled through every cell of his body. The sensations washed over him in one pounding wave after another.

If it were possible to have blood turn to fire, then surely his was pure flame. Every nerve in his body became flushed with electricity. His skin tingled, his blood burned and his mind became incapable of coherent thought. He was lost in a sea of sensual bliss.

“Resa,” he groaned.

“Yes,” she whispered against his lips, riding him harder. “Step further if you dare.”

Dare was to the primal male within like the wave of a red cape before an enraged bull. Without hesitation he pushed deeper into her mind.

And his body jerked under the force of sexual energy that coursed through him. Control was stripped from him, leaving him completely vulnerable. Tension streamed through his body. His hands tightened on her and his breath became labored.

He was going to come and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was poised on the edge of an endless well with nothing to stop his fall. “Ahhh…Resa…I can’t…” His harsh whisper spoke testament to his struggle to hold back.

And suddenly she stilled. His cock throbbed inside her, the need to come so intense that he groaned in protest and clenched his eyes closed against the wave that threatened to carry him over the edge.

When his eyes opened, they locked with Resa’s and he knew without question that she was totally in tune with his need. She knew that all he needed was one small movement, one word, one kiss and he would come.

Resa leaned close enough that he could feel the sweet warmth of her breath on his face. “Now,” she whispered against his lips then pulled back.

He saw it in her eyes at the same moment the word passed her lips. She was going to take him over the edge. And before another thought could register, he plummeted into a sea of pure sensation, his mind splintering into a kaleidoscope of light. His body quaked under the onslaught of an orgasm so powerful that the pleasure bordered on pain.

How he sensed her joining him was a mystery, lost as he was. But suddenly there she was, her mind joined with his in the spiraling dance.

When reality finally returned she drew her head back to look at him, unwinding her legs to slide down his body.

“That was…indescribable,” he whispered.

“And that was just a prelude,” she replied with a smile.

“A prelude?”

“Indeed. The best is yet to come.”

“If you can better that then you are a sorceress.”

Her smile was that of mystery, of magic and of woman. “Then come to bed with me, my love, and I’ll show you magic that will curl your toes.”

Constantine smiled down at her then swept her up into his arms.

Chapter Eleven

Resa watched him sleep, thinking about what she had to tell him. She’d been concerned that she wouldn’t be able to shield her thoughts from him, but the child within her made her stronger, as did the Vox Narr it carried. Her power was greatly magnified and she was grateful she’d been able to put this discussion off and indulge in a night of love with him. But soon it would be dawn and she had no doubt that the moment his eyes opened he would want to know everything.

As if reading that thought, his eyes opened. “I pray to whatever gods exist that I never have to open my eyes again to find you missing from my side,” he said in a voice still rough from sleep.

“Amen,” she said with a smile and reached over to smooth his hair back from his face. “Constantine, we—”

“Yes,” he interrupted. “We must talk. But first there is much you have to say.”

“Yes.”

“Then tell me.”

Resa snuggled up to him, putting her head on his chest. “As I told you last night, after you left and Leonidas safely escaped, I was wounded. Just before I lost consciousness I sensed something out of the ordinary around me. When I came to I was in the Sisterhood’s stronghold, in a medical facility. Pandora, excuse me, SyFeth was there. She told me…”

She raised her head to look at him, a sudden stab of emotion swelling inside her, robbing her of speech and prompting tears.

“What? Did she hurt you?” The concern and anger in Constantine’s voice matched the look on his face.

“No. No, I’m fine. She told me…god, I can’t believe I’m about to say this. I didn’t even know how much I wanted it until she told me and now… Now it’s like having a wish granted.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I love you, Constantine. More than I ever imagined I was capable of.”

“And I you.”

She smiled and reached up to place her hand on the side of his face. Would their child have his violet eyes and silky dark hair? Would she one day look into the face of their child and see Constantine? She’d never imagined herself as a mother, yet now she wanted to run away from all the ugliness and wallow in the sheer joy of it.

“Pandora gave me some wonderful news. At least it is for me. I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” He rolled her onto her back and looked down at her, a deep scowl on his face. “You carry a child?”

“Your child,” she said softly. “Your daughter.”

The change that came over his face had tears springing from her eyes. She’d never seen such love, such depth of emotion. He searched her eyes and her mind and saw the truth, and at last a smile came to his face. He drew back the bed covers, his eyes leaving hers to travel down her body.

He placed his hand gently on her belly. “My child,” he whispered, then finally looked at her. “You carry my child.”

She smiled and placed her hand on top of his. “The child is well. No harm came to her during the battle. And she is host to a Vox Narr. According to Pandora, the Vox Narr within me reproduced and has already taken residence in the baby.”

“The Sha’Dahn?”

That question jolted her out of her lovely rosy glow and forced her back to reality. Her smile faded. “That we won’t know until the child is born. There’s no guarantee that the Vox Narr will survive. But Constantine, there’s something else.”

“What?”

“Your brother, RaJahn.”

“My brother?” Again the dark scowl appeared on his face. “What do you know of my brother?”

“Only what I’m told.”

“And that is?”

“The simplified version is this. RaJahn has been plotting against you and has gained much popularity and support. Not only on your home world but here. He has insinuated himself with the major intelligence networks on Earth and is responsible for the formation of a top-secret group called Sirocco, which stands for Synaptic Integration of Real-time Robotic Orientation on Corporeal Organisms.”

“I wasn’t aware we’d perfected that as yet.”

“You know about this…abomination?”

“Only in theory. I was not in favor of its implementation.”

“Well thank god for that. But apparently your brother is. And considering his bold moves and his network, now is not the time for you to try to stand against him. The opposition is too strong and there is no guarantee that he won’t try to form an alliance with the Valians or the Nurians to usurp your power, or possibly even kill you.”

Constantine sat up, his eyes flashing in anger. “I will destroy him.”

“Yes, I agree.” She sat up and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder. “In time. But that time isn’t now.”

“Do not let yourself be fooled by that witch’s words. Consider if you will this one fact. Intergalactic travel is controlled by the Sisterhood. More specifically, by SyFeth, or Pandora if you are more comfortable with that name. My brother could not have established any foothold at all on this world without her help.”

“I know.” Resa saw the look of surprise on his face at her words. “I’m not stupid, Constantine. She plays all sides against one another and her agenda is certainly her own. And she claims to allow RaJahn maneuverability so that he can be the architect of his own demise. She claims to support you as successor to the throne. Whether or not she speaks true is anyone’s guess, but the point is, we can’t stand against her. So, it’s better that we allow her to think that we stand united with her against a common foe.”

“And do what?”

“Hide.”

“Hide?” He bounded off the bed, staring at her as if she’d lost her mind. Resa couldn’t help but admire him, his beauty and his rage. He was like a dark god, all raw power and electrifying sexuality. “I will not hide from anyone!”

“Would you risk the life of our unborn child?”

Her quietly spoken words had far more effect that any shouted argument. His rage faded almost immediately. But the look that replaced it was not of defeat but one of calculation.

“Perhaps there is a way to turn this to our advantage.”

Resa laughed and held out her hand to him. “Spoken like the man I love. Come back to bed and tell me your strategy.”

“Strategy can wait,” he said as he slid into bed and gathered her to him. “For now there are matters of far greater importance that require my immediate and undivided attention.”

“Oh yeah,” she breathed in excitement as his lips began a slow descent down her neck. “Undivided and extended attention.”

His hands moved over her flat belly and then up toward her breasts. Trails of longing followed in the wake of his lips on her skin, moving over her shoulder then down her chest.

Her nipples tightened beneath the touch of his hands then more as he took her breast into his mouth, flicking her nipple with his tongue. Resa pressed against him, eager for more.

Constantine raised his head long enough to give her a smile sexy enough to make even the soles of her feet burn then started a journey down her body with his mouth.

Her skin tingled under his ministrations. When his mouth covered her mound and his tongue raked over her clit, she moaned and spread her legs wider.

He lapped at the wetness that spilled from her, biting lightly on the delicate lips of her labia. Resa squirmed against him, wanting more. He stopped and looked up at her. “This time you’re not in control,” he said, his eyes glittering in the dim light with a passion that spoke of surrender. Resa shivered in anticipation. There was a time that she would have balked at the idea. Now she welcomed the coming domination.

“Whatever you say,” she replied in a husky voice that was the sound of pure sex. The sound of a seductress, confident of her ability to control by submitting.

He moved between her legs and sat back on his heels, feasting his eyes on her, his gaze moving slowly over every inch of her. Even though he knew her body intimately, the sight of her lying naked before him was as erotic now as the first time.

Slowly he bent forward and gently licked her sex, taking his time and working his way along one side of her sex between those pink lips then up to caress her clit before starting the journey down the other side.

Resa groaned and clawed at the sheets covering the bed when his tongue slid inside her. A quiver that was perceptible ran through her when he plunged his tongue deep inside her. With both hands he spread her sex, fully exposing her to his eyes and mouth.

Stroking and licking, he moved aside the fragile hood that covered her clit and slowly traced it with his tongue, breathing in her exotic scent. It was a smell that transformed desire into primitive hunger.

Capturing her clit between his lips, he circled it with his tongue. She arched up, grabbing her inner thighs to spread her legs wider. Breathing fast, her breasts thrust up and her body trembling with excitement, she abandoned all sexual inhibition. Her abandon incited him to take her to the edge of release then withdraw, earning him a protest when he paused.

“Don’t stop!”

“Would you like more?”

“Oh yes. Definitely. Please.”

Constantine could not imagine anything sexier than the sound of her husky voice and the sight of her, hands playing over her sex. She moaned when he bent and sank his tongue deep in her pussy, then stroked up in a long lick that ended at her clit. Her hands abandoned her thighs to move to her breasts and squeeze her nipples.

“Oh don’t…” she gasped, pressing against his tongue. “Don’t. Stop.”

Doing just the opposite, Constantine paused and slid up her body to focus on her breast, circling the hard nipple then flicking it with his tongue. Resa moved against him, raising her hips to pump against his hard cock.

The temptation to sink inside her silky wet sex was strong, but the urge to drive her to the height of longing was stronger. Only when she was nearly mad with wanting would he take her. He continued to lick her nipple while running one hand between them to part her lips and sink two fingers into her pussy.

Resa bucked as his finger found her secret inner spot. With slow, deliberate strokes, he worked his finger over it, in and out of her hot core.

“Constantine!” She wiggled and bucked against his questing finger. “More, more, more!”

Constantine’s body was all too ready to take advantage of her need, but he suppressed his own hunger and worked his way back down her body, the sweet taste of her sweat on his tongue and the tremble of her body like an aphrodisiac to his senses.

When his tongue slid over her clit and his finger dipped inside her pussy, he felt her start to contract around his finger.

“Not yet.” He stopped and stretched out on top of her, capturing her lips for a long kiss and wondering how he’d be able to wait much longer to slake his own thirst at the passion she returned in the kiss.

Her legs wound around his waist, pulling them tighter so that his cock slid along the length of her wet pussy. The sensation sent sparks rocketing through him and even caught up in the delight, he could feel the need clawing at her.

“In me,” she breathed against his mouth. “Get in me.”

“I will,” he replied and slid back down to imprison her clit in his mouth, his tongue darting over the sensitive nub. “In time.” She groaned in protest then in pleasure as his finger probed into her wet sex. He withdrew, rubbing the lubrication from her pussy to her ass, and then easing his finger inside her ass.

Her breath hitched and he felt the vibration run through her body a moment before her pussy started to contract. Before the climax could crest he moved into position and slid inside her, feeling the contractions squeeze him.

Resa gasped then moved against him, the inner muscles of her pussy squeezing him at the end of each push inside her, then releasing so her hips could take over, tilting and pumping. Constantine had bedded many women in his long life, but never had he coupled with a woman so totally uninhibited and sensual. A woman capable of evoking a level of passion in him more intense than anything he’d known or imagined.

Resa wound her legs around him and rolled, taking them onto their sides then pushing him over so that she occupied the top position. Rising by the flex of her legs, she slid along his length until only the head of his cock was inside her. Then she sank down until he was fully hilted. Over and over her body rose and fell, each stroke carrying him closer to climax.

Despite her willingness to be dominated, she’d managed to take control. He could not help but marvel at how expertly she’d switched their roles, or how seductive and erotic she was. The expression on her face spoke of her passion and her love.

Constantine couldn’t help but marvel at the power of her sexuality. She’d stripped away his reality and transported him into a realm of erotic sensations that erased millions of years of civility and left him reduced to that of a primal male.

A primal male that had reached the limits of his control. Before she had a chance to react, he flipped her over, pulled her legs up over his shoulders and plunged deep inside her.

He heard her short cry but knew it was not simply a sound of pain. Already her body was stretching to accommodate him. He felt the resistance and knew he should take it slow to give her body time to adjust, but he had no control left. His thrusts were hard and fast, the fingers of his hands digging into the flesh of her hips to pull her against him.

He felt her body loosen a moment before she moaned. “Yes. More. Harder. More.”

Her lusty plea worked as effectively as throwing gasoline on a fire. His balls tightened almost painfully, his skin tingled and his muscles quivered. He took her hard. Each cry and gasp that came from her drove him deeper into the madness that gripped him.

“Yes,” she gasped again and moved against him. He struggled to prolong it but was already past the point of no return.

“Now,” she moaned, carrying him over the edge as her pussy started to clench around him. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he came. Resa screamed his name and clung to him, her body caught in the grip of climax.

When the sensations finally abated, they both went limp. Constantine rolled over onto his back, feeling a whisper of air against his wet skin. Resa turned toward him.

Constantine felt something swell inside him and for a few moments pondered the strange sensation. Then he realized what the feeling was. Contentment. For the first time in his life, he was content.