Daahn Rising (7 page)

Evan’s muscles tightened down, and he seemed about to tell Rayn where he could shove his rules.

“
It’s simple, Duncan. Either I can sedate you for the next two hours, or I can make sure you follow orders.
”

Evan opened his mouth to retort.

“
Not to mention, if you keep wasting semen and musk we could be collecting, we’ll have to use the collection bags longer.
” Rayn paused a moment. “
Maybe a few days longer. Maybe a week. Typically I wouldn’t allow you to have sex again at all until we were collecting.
”

Allow?
Zondra bristled at that and knew it was seriously pissing Evan off.

Is it intended to?
She was sure Rayn wasn’t oblivious to the instincts of a mating male. That meant he had to be doing this on purpose.
Doesn’t it?

Evan’s mouth snapped shut with a
clack
of teeth against teeth.

“
So, Duncan. What’s it going to be?
”

“Fuck!”

“
I’m sure that’s your choice as well,
” Rayn taunted.

“When this is over, I’ll feed you those words... along with my fucking fist.”

“
So every Xxanian male I’ve dealt with in the last thirty years has threatened, more or less. Until then, you need me, and you will follow my rules, Duncan.
”

He’s challenging Evan to make his musk more potent.
It was brilliant but suicidal. Rayn had a serious set of balls to do this to a male involved in mating.

“And when this is over, and I
don’t
need you?” Evan countered.

Rayn’s chuckle was dark and somewhat mean. “
I manage to stay out of a Dominant’s path until mating settles him.
”

Zondra bit back a smile at that.

“Awfully sure of that. Aren’t you?”

“
As sure as I am that you’re about to choose to have sex with your mate and find some way to keep me from seeing her body.
”

Evan hesitated long enough to make Zondra wriggle nervously in his arms.

“You’re damned right I am,” he growled.

“
See? You only wasted five minutes arguing with me, coming to that decision.
”

Before Evan could reply, the speaker clicked off.

“Fucking asshole.”

Telling him Rayn had good reason to taunt him and torture him would be counterproductive, so Zondra kept her mouth shut. The more potent the musk, the less time they’d need to collect it, most likely.

Maybe I’ll tell him once we’re mated.
A completely outrageous thought made her smile.
Maybe that’s how Rayn has survived this long.

Her smile faded at the sight of Evan glaring at the mirror.

Let him. The more time he wastes, the less time we have to wait later.

He didn’t waste much time at all. Evan settled her in the middle of the mattress, her back to the mirror. Zondra started to peel his T-shirt off, but a sharp hiss from Evan brought her up short with the cotton blend material gathered beneath her breasts. He motioned downward with his eyes, and she smoothed the fabric to her waist.

That settled, Evan dragged the button-down shirt over his shoulders and dropped it to the mattress. Zondra stared up at him, her mouth-watering at the sight of all that luscious man.

And he’s mine.

In the next breath, he was between her knees, his mouth parting hers. The kiss was hard and deep and tasted of a challenge.

Most likely a challenge to Rayn.

Zondra followed Evan’s lead, though she ached to be skin to skin with him.

One hand kneaded a breast. The other traced the line of her hip from front to back, pausing at her spine. Then he slid it down and cupped her ass through the layer of skirt. Her breathing went ragged that simply.

His voice was slightly muffled against her chin and throat. “I made you a promise, and I always keep my promises.”

He did?
Zondra would fully admit that her nearly photographic memory had deserted her. She couldn’t remember what he’d promised her, though she was sure it was sexual in nature.

As if in answer, Evan lifted her and sucked her breast into the heat of his mouth.

“I’m going to spend a long, leisurely time sucking those pretty titties.”

That was the promise he’d made.
The decree.
Zondra reached up and tunneled her fingers in his light brown hair.

There was nothing leisurely about what Evan was doing to her. The suction was bruising in its intensity.

Marks.
She understood perfectly why he wanted to leave marks of ownership on her. While human men often disregarded scent, marking was a sign they wouldn’t miss.
Especially the human doctors that have only done the most preliminary testing on me so far.

His sucking became harder and more avid, first one breast and then the other, back and forth, until she felt she would come from that alone. Zondra looked between their bodies, a mew of pleasure escaping at the sight of her swollen nipples, clearly visible through the sodden material.

She allowed her head to drop back and arched into his sucking mouth.

Evan placed one hand at her shoulders and forced her upright again. She stared at him, at a loss to explain the move. Zondra looked over her shoulder at the jerk of his head toward her left, noting the mirror out of the corner of her eye.

“They are not getting
that
clear a look at you,” he vowed. His eyes were narrowed, lending a dangerous edge to his appearance.

That was enough to make her wet for him again. She’d thought overbearing males were a nuisance until she met Evan. Now it seemed she couldn’t get enough of him telling her what to do. She met his gaze solidly. “Yes.”
Tell me what you want.

Evan offered a curt nod. He didn’t tell her what he wanted. He took it. Evan went back to his avid suckling, one hand still planted at her shoulders in a reminder not to drop to her back where Rayn could see her.

He trailed his lips up her cotton-covered chest to her throat, then to her lips. When he pulled back, Evan picked up his dungaree shirt and shook it out.

She watched, confused. “What are you doing?”

His smile was lopsided and accompanied by one raised eyebrow. He didn’t answer aloud, but she started to get a clearer picture when he urged her arms into it and left it open around her body. He resumed his sucking, tugging at her nipples lightly, until musk was running freely down her thighs.

“Damn this. I can’t wait.” His complaint was muffled in one well-loved breast.

Evan lifted her, settling Zondra onto the head of his cock. His shirt tickled at the skin just above the back of her knees.

Blocking Rayn’s view entirely.
It was brilliant.

He smiled in triumph, and Zondra laughed at his competitive streak. Of course, being an alpha, that was to be expected.

Her laughter died off as he eased her down his cock. A shuddering breath escaped her clenched teeth.

“Good?” he teased.

“Mmmm...” It was the most coherent sound she could make.

Evan moved smoothly, in and out, each stroke burning a trail over her lately underused tissues. Zondra held tight to his arms, her talons dimpling his flesh, her sounds harsh.

Seir-God,
but he is better than I ever thought a male could be the first time we had sex, and it gets better every time he touches me.

The slow approach didn’t last long; the week apart had taken its toll on both of them. In moments, he was pounding into her, his fingers clenching against her hips as if she might disappear from his arms.

At least Zondra assumed that was his fear, since it was hers. If someone tried to separate them now, she’d rip the bastard’s throat out with her hunting teeth for the trouble.

If Evan doesn’t get to him first.
The fact that he would kill for her sent pleasant shivers down her spine.

As if he felt them, Evan’s pace increased by half again, and he grumbled something incoherent. That was all the impetus she needed to shatter around him, her vision graying around the edges and her lungs sluggishly moving heated gasses that seemed to sit too long before the next contraction spurred her to breathe.

The end was kinetic. His heat sent memories of her quickening through her. Their shouts overlapped and reverberated against her skin, the currents of air caressing her. The effect aroused her all over again.

Kinetic... and over far too soon.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in Evan’s shoulder.
How are we going to survive two more hours without touching each other?

As if in answer, Rayn cleared his throat for attention.

The speaker and mic didn’t just turn on.
How long had he been listening to them?

As if Evan was asking the same question, he tensed.

“
Now that we’ve taken care of that, please report back to the lab. Tim will lead you to the medical bay. You can spend the rest of the two hours getting the baseline testing out of the way.
”

The electronics shut down just as Evan expelled his response toward them.

Chapter Five

“Oh, hell yes,” Evan gasped out.

Zondra’s tongue trailed along the curve of his balls, stealing a hint of his musk before she’d bag him. He arched up, inviting her to suck, though he knew she couldn’t yet.

“Last time,” he grumbled.

After five days of collection, interrupted often for medical tests and what seemed to be spurious annoyances the scientists had invented for them, Rayn had informed them that the first batch of
Zhigaaal
was in production, and they would have only four more collections to use for future reproduction of the Xxanian musk. They’d done the first three in a thankfully-uninterrupted glut of sex. This was the last. After this, Evan fully intended to get back to everything the damned collection bags made impossible.

The bath.
He’d had the candles hidden away since Tim had provided them.

The slick sheath covered him from tip to the ridge behind his sac, designed to soak up not only his cum but also his musk, his pheromones... every biochemical that identified him as the Dominant he was. It would be intolerable if it wasn’t for Zondra’s body gripping him through the barrier, the length of her body draped over him, the smell and taste of her
Zhigaaah
.

Evan let his mixed emotions drive him into her. His frustration with the five days of collection warred with the near-endless arousal he was sating.

Zondra moved over him, meeting his body, her sweet pussy engulfing him. Her sounds were low and primal, wordless begging for all he had to give... and more that the scientists were taking to satisfy the physiological gap between human and Xxan.

In eight more days, she’d be his. Zondra was well on her way to it, riding him hard.

In five more days, the mating will begin.

That thought in mind, it took only moments for Evan to bag what he hoped was his final deposit. Zondra worked the sheath off, careful not to lose a drop, lest they order more collections. She sealed the bag tight and shifted off him.

Before she could leave the bed, he cupped the back of her neck, drawing Zondra’s throat down to his mouth. Her
Zhigaaah
was tangy, not as powerful as it had been the first night or their first day back together, but close enough to prepare him for more. His renewed erection was fierce and uncompromising.

She gasped his name out, her nipples going hard against his chest.

He released her. “Pass that off and come back quickly. They’ve got theirs. Now you’ll have mine.”

She nodded and hurried away. From the next room he could hear Zondra open and close the specimen door. She sounded the buzzer to make sure the scientists got the freshest possible sample to start with.

It didn’t take long for Zondra to return. She stopped in the doorway, her gaze panning up his body and locking on his cock.

“Take a taste,” he invited.

Zondra glided to him, placing one knee on the mattress. Her tongue peeked from between her lips, seeking out his scent. Then she was on her knees, her mouth surrounding him, working his length in and out.

Evan fisted his hand in her hair, watching her fellate him. He’d eaten her out several times in the last few days, but coming anywhere but in the collection sleeves had been nixed.

She moaned around his length, sending a tremor of pleasure through him. He’d learned quickly what fired her sex drive, and swallowing a load ranked up there. Watching her suck him, when he knew her hunting teeth could leave him dickless, fired his.

“Drink it,” he ordered. “The next one goes in that hungry pussy.”

The answering groan nearly sent him over.

“You’re going to drink my
Zhigaaal
,” he reminded her, enjoying the trilling of the alien word off his tongue.

He enjoyed what would happen to her when she did drink it even more. According to the SLAL doctors, Zondra would be mindless for sex once she had.

Zondra took him to the root, her breath teasing his pubic curls.

Evan held back, denying her. “Four or five more days, and the mating begins. Until then, I intend to be inside you every minute Rayn isn’t annoying us.”

Zondra’s sucking became more insistent. Her head bobbed, and her breast brushed against his thigh. Her tongue flicked in a wicked little pattern. The novelty was cruelly pleasurable. Evan hadn’t known a tongue could be that flexible.

He wanted to hold off, to make it last longer, but there was no holding back. Evan came harder than he had since the shuttle. His shout echoed off the stark walls, muted from the direction of the covered mirror.

Thank goodness.

Her tongue performed a little swivel against the veins on the underside of his cock, sending him into aftershocks.

In the next heartbeat, Zondra was over him, his still-hard cock buried inside her. Evan sucked a line of little love bites up her throat, feeding himself on
Zhigaaah
. Then he flipped her beneath him, taking what was his.