Odd Coupling (17 page)

The position exposed her to his view.
It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but it did leave her feeling
helpless and vulnerable. She craned her neck to look down at her
naked body. Their gazes locked.

“
Vren? What the hell
are—”

“
Relax. I’ve got you.” His
nostrils flared as he leaned closer and sniffed. “I want to taste
you as I did before.” A loud purr followed.

Bethany couldn’t look away as he
lowered his head. A puff of warm air caressed her sex right before
his mouth latched on to her exposed nub. Instead of ravishing her,
he seemed determined to take his time. He nuzzled her like a
nursing kitten, sucking until she was on the verge of begging him
for release. Just a flick of his rough tongue was all it would take
to make her come. She rolled her hips and moaned. He growled in
response. The sexy sound along with the vibration intensified her
need.

“
Please,” she
whimpered.

In answer to her shameless plea, he
stopped and lifted his head a fraction. He held her gaze as he
slowly and repeatedly licked the seam of her pussy, pressing deep
to part the swollen lips every time. He purred with each pass over
her open wet channel. Just when she was sure she couldn’t take
anymore, he thrust his tongue deep inside. In and out he fucked her
until she came, moaning his name as she tried to slam her thighs
together. Impossible. His head stopped her. No matter how hard she
squeezed, he didn’t budge. However, he did change
tactics.

He withdrew his tongue only to attack
her clit with slow, leisurely strokes. The slightly rough surface
gliding across her aching nub sent her to a new high. In that
moment, she couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain.
It was as if every nerve ending in her body were poised to explode,
and he controlled the trigger. She arched her back and
tensed.

He stopped licking, but he clamped his
teeth around the base of her oversensitive clit and purred. A
second orgasm ripped through her, and she screamed his name over
and over as she came apart.

She didn’t know when she let go of the
backrest or how she ended up sitting in front of him on the bench
with her legs wrapped around his waist, but she didn’t give a damn.
They were lip locked, tongues entwined and kissing each other as if
the universe were about to end in seconds. She held on and pressed
as close to him as she could until she was certain they were
plastered together in a way that nothing could ever come between
them. Something did. Something hard, long and thick made a timely
appearance. She leaned back a few inches and looked down. His dark
red cock jutted up. She gasped. It seemed much larger than she
remember. Perhaps it was because he was turned-on and in a place
where he felt comfortable, not like the last time.

Bethany looked up and smiled. “Is
there some D’Lyrian taboo that says I can’t touch you?”

He shook his head, but he didn’t
appear happy about her request. In fact, he frowned and his
breathing rate increased. “Wouldn’t you prefer to couple with
me?”

“
Yes, very much, but I want
to feel you first.” He looked at her as if she was out of her mind.
“Vren, lean back and let me show you. You’ll like it, trust me.
Okay?” Although his manner told her he seriously doubted it, he
complied and slowly sank until his back rested on the
bench.

“
Like this?”

Bethany scooted her butt a few inches
back to put some space between them before she lifted her legs off
his and put her feet on the floor. Once she was comfortable, she
took her time to take in the sight of his hard, muscular form,
stripes and all.

“
Perfect,” she told him as
she lowered her gaze to his amazing erection.

Despite his obvious reluctance to take
a time out, his cock hadn’t deflated one bit. Although she was
anxious to touch it and find out if it felt anything like a
human’s, she purposely placed her palms on his lower abdomen and
slid them upward, enjoying every hill and valley along the way. He
groaned, but didn’t complain as she slowly made her way to his
chest. His skin felt luxurious, even though it was stretched tight
over hard muscle. She had to lean forward to reach his broad
shoulders. He jerked beneath her as one of her breasts grazed the
tip of his penis.

“
Sorry,” she
murmured.

“
I enjoy your touch, but I
can’t take much more, Bethany.” He raised his head to look at her.
“I ache to be inside you.”

Oh, god. I want him so bad
I don’t know if I can wait long enough to…

She stopped rubbing and quickly sat
upright. His eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at her. Determined
to finish what she’d started, Bethany held his gaze as she slowly
lowered her hand to rest it on his cock.

His eyes widened in obvious surprise.
“What…”

She curled her fingers around the
shaft and gently squeezed. “Relax,” she ordered when it looked as
if he was about to sit up and stop her.

Although he seemed unsure, he followed
her command, but his gaze never wavered from hers. Bethany smiled
before she looked down and focused on his unusual penis. It was so
different, but just as she remembered. The head wasn’t flared or
mushroom shaped, and she couldn’t see any veins along the length.
However, it was the biggest, slickest cock she’d ever
seen.

She stroked her palm up and down,
loving the combined feel of his steel-hard rod encased by velvety
soft skin. A harsh groan that ended with a loud growly purr came
from him. Just remembering how his cock had felt inside her only a
few days ago sent heated desire straight to her core. She longed to
feel it there again. A small drop of white pre-cum clung to the
smooth red tip. The color contrast just added to the many things
that showed how completely alien he was.

Not human.
A soft cautionary voice went off inside her mind.
Just because he liked to perform oral sex on her didn’t mean he’d
enjoy her giving him a blowjob. Maybe she should ask.

“
Does a D’Lyrian female
ever taste a male?” She pumped him again to make sure he understood
just exactly what she intended to lick.

He closed his eyes and snarled. “I
think they do, sometimes, but only the mated ones.” His voice
sounded hoarse and raspy.

“
Is it okay for me to do
that to you? Would you like it?” According to what he’d said, they
were mated. This might be a first time for him, and she wanted a
taste or perhaps even more. Nervous about what his answer might be,
she closely watched him.

He didn’t look at her, but he tensed
and swallowed hard before he spoke. “I’ve heard that your species
does that to each other. We’re compatible, Bethany, in every way,
but right now I don’t need, uh, I think we should just…” He
panted.

She didn’t wait for him to catch his
breath. Once she leaned over and swiped her tongue over the tip,
taking away the small drop, Vren hissed and his head fell back. He
tasted better than she could’ve ever imagined—exotic sweetness. She
pumped her hand a few strokes before she placed her lips around the
head and slowly took as much of his length into her mouth as she
could. She could only take in about half, but it was enough. She
ran the flat surface of her tongue up and down the shaft several
times, then made circles around the very tip before she sealed her
lips to suck hard. His sexy growl and another drop of sweet flavor
rewarded her efforts. She was well on her way to coaxing another
one when he suddenly grabbed her and lifted her.

“
Hey! I was just getting
started,” she protested.

“
No more,” he panted. “I
need you. Now!”

Chapter Ten

Half out of his mind with sexual need,
Vren sprang from the bench with Bethany wrapped in his arms. He
turned her around to face away from him and bent her over the
bench’s curved support at just the right height for him to slide
between her thighs. She was so much shorter than the females of his
species her feet didn’t touch the top of the bench. No matter, he
thought, and looped one of his arms beneath her hips right above
her mound. He’d support her.

“
Grab the top end and hold
on tight.”

He practically growled the order. She
obeyed, but turned her head to look at him. He could tell his
abrupt action had startled her just by looking into her wide open
eyes. Remorse filled him, and he felt even worse when he breathed
in the faint scent of her fear.

“
Please, don’t be afraid,
Bethany. I shouldn’t have moved so fast, but I would’ve come if
you’d continued to lick me.”

“
It’s okay, but I really
would’ve enjoyed it if you had.” She gave him a brave sexy-looking
smile. “You tasted wonderful.”

He couldn’t help but smile
back at her, but he couldn’t delay any longer. His engorged cock
served as an aching reminder of what he wanted, needed to do next.
Instinct drove him.
Mate her. Seal the
bond.
Relieved that the smell of her fear
had faded, he snugged closer, almost to the point of entering
her.

“
I need to couple with you,
Bethany, in the D’Lyrian way. Don’t be afraid. I’ll hold
you.”

She gave him a quick nod. He didn’t
hesitate. He pushed his hips forward to sink his cock deep inside
her slick channel.

“
Yes!” she cried
out.

She moaned as he slowly pulled out of
her warmth and gasped when he breached her once again. Spurred on
by her response, he quickened the pace. Her sheath was hot and
tight around him, capturing the length of his cock as if it sought
to keep him inside and never let go. He bent over until their
bodies were pressed together, her back to his chest. He adjusted
her hips to meet the new angle of his thrusts while he used his
free hand to brush aside her long hair so he could kiss the back of
her neck. He nibbled and licked, loving her taste. As he did, her
scent grew stronger as did his own. He wished she could smell the
way they blended and locked together to become one, so she’d
understand how excited it made him.

Bethany’s cries of pleasure and the
tenseness of her body alerted him to her impending orgasm. He was
close to his own release. He moved his free arm to her waist and
slid his hand underneath her. Her pussy gushed with cream, and he
discovered her little nub was swollen and ready for his caress. He
made slow circles around and across her clit while he pumped his
cock in and out of her hot sheath.

As she grew more and more excited, he
increased the speed and pressure until her entire body tensed,
ready to explode. His arousal rose to a level he’d never reached
before. Instinctively, he clamped his mouth on her neck, near the
point where it joined her shoulder. His teeth pierced her flesh.
The taste of his mate’s blood paralyzed him, and for one
infinitesimal moment, it seemed time stood still.

Bethany screamed his name, which
triggered his release. He opened his jaws and arched backward as he
came with a thunderous roar, shooting his essence deep inside his
mate. Each powerful jolt shook him to the bones. He thought it’d
never end, but when it did, his knees buckled and he pulled her
down with him as he sat on the coupling bench.

She settled onto his lap, and they
both panted to catch their breath. He held her close while he
enjoyed the lingering scent left behind from their intimate
coupling. He loved everything about her. The realization made him
purr. He was so content it took him a few minutes to notice the
smell of blood. Instantly alert, he followed the scent and located
eight deep puncture wounds on her shoulder near the base of her
neck—his bite. The instinct to seal the mate bond had been too
strong. He’d marked her. Mine!

A sudden awful realization
doused his momentary joy.
I hurt her.
She’ll hate me.

He gently licked the wounds to clean
the last traces of blood. His saliva would help alleviate some of
the pain. Bethany stirred in his embrace and then moaned. He
reluctantly loosened his grip and shifted until they sat side by
side.

The time had come. He needed to
explain everything. Hopefully, she’d understand. If not, he dreaded
the consequences for both of them if she rejected him.

*

Incredible! Sex with Vren was amazing.
If anything, it was better than before, and she loved how he held
her afterward. Bethany didn’t want the moment to ever end, but it
did the second he licked her. She’d hardly felt any pain at all
when he’d bitten her. Now it seemed to increase with each pass of
his tongue.

She shifted away, but couldn’t
suppress a soft moan. She gritted her teeth as he removed her from
his lap and sat her on the bench. Any movement made her shoulder
hurt more, but she wasn’t about to complain. As much as she hated
to admit it, she’d enjoyed everything they’d done, even his bite.
She’d never come so hard in her life. If necessary, she’d endure it
again.

He pushed her hair away from her
shoulder and neck, then gently caressed the outer edges of the sore
area. Bethany glanced up, and her heart fell. His eyes were
narrowed to green slits and his ears were flattened tight against
his head as he studied the injury. He was definitely angry, almost
to the point of rage.