Forever's Not Enough (Galactic League of Planets) (8 page)

Limp in his big hands she shivered, her own hands finding his head. “Go ahead. Do it.”

Checkmate.
What he wanted to do to her had nothing to do with death or such a gruesome act as killing.

Lowering her gently back to the mattress, he brought to bear the full weight of his chest on hers and kissed the end of her nose, marveling at how it flushed a darker chocolate brown. “But why? You have to tell me why.”

Her nails raked wildly through his hair and over his scalp, she bit her lip, and her eyes roamed the air over his shoulder wildly. With a deep breath she asked, “Must you know why the sky is blue to enjoy it?”

He growled again and slid across her vibrating chest until his own neck was stretched over her mouth, offering her an opportunity of her own.

And she bit him. She nibbled and chewed and opened her thighs even more when he twisted his body, fished for his cock, and drove his warriors lance deep into enemy territory.

He growled and she bit hard on her captured muscle of rope.

He retreated to thrust again and she found a new place to bite. This time harder and he knew he’d never be able to resist her.

His eyes rolled wildly and he continued his assault.

“Yes,” she muttered, and her fingers found his shoulders where she dug deep with each attack.

Her mewing and sighs, squeaks and gulps, were magically transformed into words of love whispered in his ear. Her body became a cathedral where he surrendered his soul and threw himself prostrate to praise in humble adoration of the beautiful creature that had conquered him so completely.

When he felt her urgency, his only purpose was fulfilling her again and again. Of leaving her sated no matter how long the battle.

When her breath caught, her purr fell silent, and her thighs pulled tight around him, he found her mouth and breathed for her while he brought her to death’s door and back again with his cock.

There was no music to it, no breathy sigh or lilting laugh when it happened. It was a fight as she struggled to pull away from his mouth, closed her eyes, and mouth gaping, issued an animalistic cry that crawled its way up her throat in fits and jerks, and echoed around the great stone chamber until it settled on his back, driving him mad with desire.

His breath was hot, his lips dry, and his jaw clenched, when in response to her primordial cry, his toes digging for perch, his sweaty calves bulging, his thighs drew hard as steel, and in search of more strength, his body trapped the air in his chest and he exploded inside her, his body jerking and twisting trying to prolong the beautiful agony that overcame him.

When he fell spent, struggling to breathe, his mind slipping from bliss to selfish quiet contentment, he discovered there were stars in the galaxy that required more than a spaceship to explore.

Chapter Three

When he awoke the cavernous bedroom was lit by a soft blue glow that fell through the high windows and the only sound was her soft purring against his chest. He marveled at how she seemed to burrow beneath him to sleep.

He still didn’t understand, but he knew he’d surrendered more than his body to Madame Ambassador and felt no regrets.

He reached for his wrist to press the small tab that would make the face of his watch light up and realized he no longer had a watch.

Rolling quietly to the edge of the bed, he pushed off the mattress and nearly fell when his feet tangled in the gossamer drape he’d torn from the ceiling earlier.

“Shit,” he cursed and skipped away from the bed, pulling his foot free.

With the low light and black walls he could barely see, but walked in the general direction of where the wall opposite the bed should be. With a round bed it was hard to be sure. Finally finding the smooth hard surface, he waited and nothing happened.

How the hell did they do it?

Feeling his way further down the wall, he waited again and again nothing happened.

“Come back to bed, my love.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin when her arms wrapped around his waist and she hugged him from behind.
How did she do that? I didn’t hear a thing.

Still enjoying the glow of their lovemaking, he fished for her shoulder and gently tugged her around his body and pulled her into his arms.

“What have you done to me?” he pleaded with a kiss to her forehead.

He enjoyed her smile and how her purr deepened against his chest.
“I exist.”
was her only answer.

“There has to be more.”

“Let me try to explain.”

“First, I need to piss.”

She laughed and pulled away, taking his hand with her. A sound came out of her mouth and the room slowly became brighter. Pulling him past the pool of amber water, she walked toward a corner and stopped. He waited, and when nothing happened, he looked at her.

“You must use your feet.”

My feet? To pee? To kick something open?

“Here,”
she said.
“Slide your foot along the floor.”

He did. It was smooth as glass. He just stared at her.

“Now,”
she added and slid her foot forward
“Slide your foot forward until you feel something in the floor.”

Sliding his foot forward, he finally found it. A series of very small ridges about two feet from the wall. Still nothing happened.

“Did you find them?”

“Ah, I think so.”

“Now, walk to where they are and stand.”

He did, and in less than a second the wall slid away or faded away, he wasn’t sure which. Behind it was something that looked like it might be a toilet, but he wasn’t sure of that either.

She dragged him in and the wall reappeared behind them. She pointed and said,
“In there.”

While he pissed she leaned into a mirror above an ornately carved sink and inspected her beautiful face.

He felt stupid, but had to ask, “Now what?”

She showed him how to make it flush and how to make water run in the sink. She handed him a towel that felt more like a piece of fur than cloth, and then showed him how to find the bumps on the floor that would open the wall again.

He had to have some answers. There was no denying he’d been caught, no, trapped by this Meline woman, just as there was no denying he had no real desire, beyond the intellectual, to escape or understand. He resolved to find out.

When she stepped through the wall, he grabbed her arm and shoved her out.

“What is it?” she asked in a panic.

Pulling her arm up enough to make his point he marched her toward the bed and shoved her roughly onto the mattress.

She laughed and rolled onto her back,
“Uh, so you really are a beast!”

He didn’t get it at first, then realized her knees had come up, thighs were open, and she was waiting for him to join her.

“No, damn it!”

She was up with a quickness he couldn’t follow,
“What is it, my love?”

“Stop that!”

“What, my darling!”

“That! My love! My darling! The purring! All that!” He started pacing.

She sounded disappointed when she answered sans purr, “If that is your wish, Sergeant Hillsborough.”

He cringed. The words grated and the lack of endearment felt…he couldn’t decide what it felt like, but it didn’t feel right. And for some reason he felt bad because he’d hurt her feelings. “Look…” he said and spun on his heel to stare at her, only to find she was halfway to the pool of water.

He jogged to catch up, grabbed her arm, spun her around to discover a defiant stare, and softening his tone said, “Look, Madame Ambassador, I just want to know what you’ve done to me.”

She huffed and stared at his big hand on her arm until he released her. Continuing on toward the pool, she was angry when she said, “I have done nothing to you, Sergeant!”

When she stepped into the pool he heard a soft tone like a wind chime in a breeze. As she walked to the middle of the pool, the water undulating with her movements, her body disappearing, the wind chimes became numerous.

“Damn,” and he followed her to the pool. “I’m sorry.” But he didn’t understand why. “I don’t get it. I don’t understand what it is you do to me.”

She splashed around and dipped her platinum hair, ignoring him completely.

He felt crazed, but at the same time resigned.
To what?
He had no idea. He sat in a funk on a stone seat or shelf, he didn’t care what it was, beside the pool.

“It’s like the first time I saw you.” The wind chimes continued to play. “I, well, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. My mind seemed to get all weird and the only thing I could think about was, well, petting you. You know, touching your fur or whatever it is.”

With that she laughed.

“But then you touched me or leaned into me, and well, purred, and I haven’t been the same since.”

Then she giggled and he wanted to be mad at her. He wanted to grab her by her neck and jerk her out of the water and demand she explain. But he didn’t. He dropped his chin on the palm of his hand and planted his elbow on his knee, and moon-eyed, just stared at her playing in the water.

“I truly am sorry, Sergeant Hillsborough. My mother says that, given my age, I can be such a child sometimes.”

When her voice soothed him, he wanted to run from the room screaming. But he didn’t. He just continued to sulk and watched her play in the water.

“I have read books by your writers that spoke of true and lasting love.” She flipped, her ass surfacing before she disappeared beneath the water. When she came back up, she cleared her face and went on. “Of men and women that love each other so much they almost become sick with it. I think they call it love sick.”

He grunted and enjoyed the wind chimes she made.

“And I’ve heard of something else. I think I saw it on an ancient flat screen movie from your planet. Something about love at first sight.”

He sighed like a love-sick puppy when she pushed onto her back and floated.

“Well, I say that because, while your species seems to ignore the truth and fantasize about such things as love sick and love at first sight…” Her voice trailed off as she rolled mid-sentence flashing her ass and back-fall at him, and disappeared beneath the water to a chorus of gentle chimes.

When she came up at his feet clinging to the edge, she went on, “So, while your species fantasizes those things, we, the Meline, know them to be true. We know that in all of Meline, well, and the galaxy, and probably the universe, there is only one Meline.” She stopped, stared up at him, and corrected, “One soul that is destined to be our mate. Fortunately, Bast, our goddess, was wise enough to make that mutual.”

“But what happened to courtship? To discovery? To freewill? To, well, dating?”

She kicked away and walked out of the pool on some stairs beneath the water’s surface, and watching his eyes, walked around and sat on the stone bench beside him, careful not to touch or scare.

“You see, that’s where your species has made a mistake. They’ve brought judgment and logic into something that has nothing to do with either. You humans plot and think and wonder why. You try to make love a question.” Somewhere it registered that she was whispering, her breath soft on his ear. “When, in fact, there is no question in love. There is only feeling. Love is a matter of heart, not a question of the mind.”

His cock was swelling and his heart racing. Trying to cling to reality, he fisted his hard cock in his lap and said accusingly, “But look! Look what you’ve done to me! I’ve been like that since the first time I saw you.”

Her laugh was soft and she seemed to rush to stifle it, “But how else would you want your cock to be with the one you lov…with the one you choose to love?”

“But I didn’t even know you!”

“Yes, but you saw me, and more importantly, you smelled me.”

“What?” His surprise was real.

He felt her thigh touch his and she prodded, “Tell me what I smell like to you.”

The warmth of her thigh made his heart race and he scooted away, “Well, you smell sweet. Spice or something. Maybe flowers. And something else. I don’t know.”

“But it’s pleasant to you?”

He stared at her, but refused to answer.

She smiled, “You see, no one else can smell me. Well, they do, but I just smell like, well, a Meline. I smell like a million other Meline and humans and Zandills. I guess you could say I stink, just like they do.”

His cock was throbbing and when he realized his hand was still wrapped around it, he let go and slid a little further away on the bench.

“Because I am meant to be yours, you’re the only one that can smell me. It happens the moment two souls meant for one another come together.”

“It’s perfume or something.”

She was quick to reply, “We use none.”

“Well,” he said and pointed accusingly at the pool, “It’s the water.”

She laughed and said, “Go ahead, smell it. It just smells like water. Well, and maybe a little like me because I just bathed in it. But that’s just me. Nothing else.”

“But why do you call me your love?”

She leaned close and whispered, “Because you are. Because there is no one in the universe meant for me but you. I guess the difference is that I understand that. You’re still caught up in your doubts and questions.”

There hadn’t been a word in their conversation that he hadn’t understood, but he had no idea what she was talking about. He guessed it showed because she leaned her face a few inches from his and whispered, “Just know this: I have done nothing to make this happen other than be me. And,” she continued, glancing down at his cock and taking his hand. “Just as you react to me…” she paused and gently curled his fingers into a fist, leaving his middle finger free, and straddled his thighs, her sex open for him. “This is how I’ve been since the first time we met.”

He felt his finger guided in and heard her moan softly. She was soft and wet and warm and wetter, and his cock ached. When she released his hand, he pushed deeper instead of withdrawing. When she leaned against his head he could feel her soft purr on his forehead.

His finger, a mind of its own, moved in and out slowly, and he felt her arms wrap around his head and hold him to her breasts. And as any male, when his finger dips into a wet female, he marveled at how she reacted to his presence, his touch. Or, in this case, his smell.