Consort (Beyond Ontariese 6) (21 page)

Gazing up at him, she slowly licked
her lips. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He guided himself to her mouth then
moved his hand, clearly wanting her to do the rest. She was happy
to oblige. Circling his velvety tip with her tongue, she enjoyed
the texture and heat. He didn’t move, didn’t rush her, but his
thighs flexed and his abdomen tensed.

A clear drop of fluid formed as she
teased him, a sure sign of his building arousal. She caught it with
her tongue and absorbed the faint taste, salty yet uniquely Indric.
Wanting more, she closed her lips around him and began to suck with
slow, firm pulls.

She took him deeper, lubricating the
thick shaft with her tongue so he slid more smoothly. His skin was
soft, but the flesh beneath was so hard, so ready to fill her. He
bumped against the back of her mouth before she reached the base
and she instinctively tugged against her bindings.

“
Just your mouth, love.” He
adjusted the angle of her head and rocked his hips, sliding in and
out of her with even strokes.

This was different than anything she’d
done before. She was passive, unable to do more than maintain firm
pressure with her lips and swipe his tip with her tongue, but it
obviously excited him and his pleasure aroused her. He caressed her
face and moved faster, filling her mouth completely with each
stroke.

“
Yes.” He gasped, his cock
twitching against her tongue. “So good.”

He caressed his way down to her
breasts, rolling and carefully pinching her nipples. Sensations
zinged through her torso and the ache between her thighs became a
persistent pulse. She wanted him there, deep inside her, moving
between her thighs as strongly as he shuttled in and out of her
mouth.

The need to touch him was driving her
crazy. She clenched her fists and imagined the feel of his strong
legs beneath her fingers and the rhythmic flexing of his butt
cheeks as he pumped into her mouth. She tugged again, but the
stockings held her securely, so she concentrated on the steady
slide of his shaft against her lips and the tantalizing pull of his
fingers.

His movements accelerated and his
hands returned to her face. She looked at him, absorbing the heat
of his gaze, surrounding herself with his passion. If she opened
her mind, she could feel what he was feeling, know exactly how this
felt. But he looked possessive and dangerous. He’d never appeared
so primal. Desire was etched into his features, not to mention the
rapid shuttle of his hips. She closed her eyes, resisting the
temptation and settling for purely physical sensations.

He threw his head back and groaned,
shoving as deep into her mouth as he was able to go. She tensed.
None of her lovers had dared to finish in her mouth. The first hot
splash startled her, but she instinctively swallowed and the fluid
slipped easily down her throat. He shuddered and she swallowed
again, growing bolder as the taste spread through her mouth, salty,
a bit sharp, but strangely evocative.

She swirled her tongue around and
around as he drew out of her mouth. He was still semi-hard even
after reaching orgasm. Was that normal for Bilarrians, or was
Indric particularly excited? He’d flashed out of her bedroom
immediately after they made love the first time, so she honesty
wasn’t sure.

He pulled her to her feet and kissed
her deeply. Apparently the taste of his pleasure didn’t bother him
either because his tongue slid over and against hers where the
taste was strongest.

“
Now it’s your turn.” He
reached behind her and untied the stockings without removing them
from her wrists. He lifted her to the bed then climbed onto the
firm surface, staying on his knees as he urged her over onto her
back. He positioned her arms above her head then tied the stockings
to the headboard, spreading her arms wide. “This is another image
that has haunted me for cycles.”

Not in bed with him. Tied to his bed,
a willing captive to his pleasure. Before she could decide how she
felt about the realization, he began to touch her. He only used his
hands, exploring her thoroughly, as if he’d never touched her
before.

His fingers slid down her upraised
arms and she squirmed as he skimmed over her ribs.
“Ticklish?”

“
Very!” He reversed
direction and she wiggled, instinctively twisting away from his
provocative touch.

“
Relax and accept the
sensation. The tickle reflex is rather like pain.” His tone grew
dark, almost smoky. “You can control it and turn the sensation into
something else.” He slowed the motion of his hand, his fingers
caressing each individual ridge before he moved on to the
next.

She stared into his eyes and absorbed
the impulse rather than struggling against it as her body was
urging her to do. Tension gathered then released, sending tingles
skittering across her skin. Her nipples pebbled and she shivered,
releasing her breath in a soft sigh.

His gaze shifted to her body, focusing
on her breasts. He bent and sucked one sensitive nipple into his
mouth. His lips held her firmly as his tongue flicked against the
tip. The sensation spiked precariously close to pain and she arched
her back. He released her, leaving her nipple tightly drawn and wet
as he switched to the other side.

He kept his hands on the bed,
supporting his weight so only his mouth touched her. Using one
razor-sharp sensation at a time, he taught her body how to respond
in ways it had never done before. A touch of teeth, the warm swirl
of his tongue, he used each with stunning efficiency. She was
breathing so hard her breasts quivered and still he focused on her
nipples.

Show me. Let me feel what
you’re feeling.

For a nanosecond she thought about
parting her shields so he could form a proper link, allowing
sensations to flow freely into and out of her mind. That’s what he
really wanted. It was how Bilarrians experienced sex. For them it
was every bit as much a mental exchange as a joining of bodies. But
as soon as he touched her mind, he’d know she wasn’t Ontarian. It
was surprising that he hadn’t noticed the subtle difference in her
energy’s resonance the first time she pushed a thought into his
mind.

He raised his head and looked at her,
his expression tense yet inscrutable. “I’ll stay out of your mind
as you asked, but I need to share your pleasure.” She let him feel
her smoldering need and the uncertainty threading through the
hunger. He pressed his hand against the side of her face and kissed
her tenderly. “I will never take more than you offer.”

“
I know. That’s not why I’m
upset.”

“
Then why are you still
unsure?”

“
I want a true joining as
much as you do. I want our emotions to flow back and forth as they
were meant to flow.”

He shook his head and kissed her
again. “Not as long as you’re afraid. I’ll welcome you into my mind
and savor each emotion you share with me. If we do that often
enough, hopefully you’ll learn to trust me.”

“
I
do
trust you, Indric. This has
nothing to do with you.”

“
I know that too, which is
why I won’t pressure you to overcome your fear. I’m more than
willing to help you when you’re ready, but it must be something you
crave, something you’re determined to overcome
permanently.”

She felt as if she’d failed him and
failed herself as he kissed his way down her neck. Why did she have
to be such a coward? She should just tell him about the Mystic’s
origin and allow him to form the link while she was too distracted
to think about anything at all.

“
Indric, I—”

He nipped her shoulder hard enough to
make her gasp. “We have the rest of our lives to work through this.
We’re not going to attempt it tonight.”

The rest of our
lives
? The phrase echoed through her mind
with stunning implications. He’d spend the rest of his life with
his mate not his mistress. Did he really want her with him for the
rest of his life? He blazed a trail between her breasts and across
her tense belly, but she couldn’t seem to move beyond his casual
statement.

He parted her legs, bending her knees
so there was plenty of room for him to kneel between her thighs.
“You’re distracted.” He covered her mound with his hand and waited
until she looked at him. “I want you in the moment, entirely here
with me.”

“
Sorry.” She chased away
the last of her confusion and brought her mind back into focus.
“I’m here now.”

“
Good. Now let’s see if you
enjoyed pleasuring me.” He gently traced her cleft, teasing her
folds without parting them. “You’re already wet.” His fingers eased
between her folds and his eyes narrowed. “Very wet. I think you
liked having me in your mouth.”

“
It made me—”

“
Don’t tell me, show
me.”

She gathered the vivid memory of how
excited she’d been and pushed it into his mind.

“
Oh yes.” He closed his
eyes for a moment as the sensations washed over him then he pushed
his finger into her aching core. He looked like a pagan god
kneeling there naked, hair flowing past his shoulders as he boldly
explored her body. “Is this what you want, love?”

“
More.”

He chuckled and inserted a second
finger alongside the first. “Better?” His fingers slid smoothly in
her cream, providing the motion but not the fullness.

“
No,” she whimpered. “I
want
you
inside
me.”

“
I am inside you.” He
grinned, maintaining the slow shuttle with his hand.

“
You know what I
want.”

“
Yes. I do.” He leaned down
and circled her clit with his tongue. His fingers angled, dragging
the front wall of her passage until he found a particularly
sensitive spot and she startled. “There we go.” He caressed the
spot while his tongue rubbed and flicked her sensitive nub.
Let go, Cinarra. I want to feel you
come
.

She obeyed without hesitation,
clasping his fingers with firm pulsations as pleasure buffeted her
entire body. His clever tongue prolonged the spasms until she shook
violently as each new spasm hit. She shared the sensations with
him, wanting him to understand how amazing she found
him.

Before the last tremor passed, he
pulled his fingers free of her clingy heat and surged up along her
body. He easily found her opening, and pushed just barely inside.
Her folds stretched around him and she gasped for
breath.

“
Look at me.”

She brought her gaze back to his face
and a tingling aftershock made her moan. His gaze burned with
possessive desire, warming her skin and reigniting the need to join
with him body and soul. He pushed deeper and she angled her hips,
making his advance easier. But he wouldn’t be rushed, seemed
determined for her to feel every new millimeter he
conquered.

His gaze drilled into hers as he drove
deeper into her snug heat. Hoping to challenge his control, she
drew her legs up along his sides and squeezed him with her internal
muscles.

He gasped then groaned and finally
smiled. “You think to command me?” He rocked back onto his knees,
making room for his hand between their bodies. “Now you’ll get no
more until you come again.”

His thumb rubbed her ultrasensitive
clit and she bucked her hips. “I can’t. Not like this.”

“
You can and you will.” His
tone was stern, his expression challenging, and his touch… Oh gods,
the things he was doing with his thumb. Sensations rippled along
her core and deep into her abdomen. Even her nipples echoed each
purposeful caress. She tossed her head and tried in vain to push
her body farther onto his shaft. He easily countered her movements
and never stopped the cruel circling of his thumb. “Stop fighting
me. Let the intensity take you. As soon as you surrender, I’ll give
you what we both want.”

Although every nerve and muscle in her
body urged her to thrash and buck, she relaxed and let the
sensations wash over her. Her body took on the rhythm of his touch,
tension building with each rotation. She arched as her core grew
tighter and tighter around the tip of his cock. Tingles shot down
her inner thighs and the tension released in a blast of pleasure.
She cried out sharply, blinded by the flashes of light exploding
behind her eyes.

He moved both hands to her hips and
lifted as he drove steadily into her. The sudden fullness kept the
spasms going and she screamed again. He thrust into her fast and
hard, giving her no time to recover from one staggering climax
before he pushed her toward the next.

It was savage and demanding, and she
responded without reserve, sharing her feelings every step of the
way. Never had she felt so free to abandon inhibitions and meld
with a lover. His chest grazed her breasts, the hairs teasing her
nipples. His hips pounded out a sharp tempo, his shaft filling her
completely with each urgent drive.

She was racing toward another climax,
but she fought against the familiar pressure, wanting them to come
together this time. Shoving her desperate need into his mind, she
arched into his next thrust. He growled and shifted the angle of
his lower body as his knees fought for purchase on the
bedding.