Protected: Alien Mate Index Book 2: (Alien Warrior BBW Paranormal Science fiction Romance) (The Alien Mate Index) (25 page)

I felt like I might start crying again.

“Grav,” I said. “I…I’ve been
trying
. But I can’t. I’m too
sensitive
, uh, down there. I feel like I’m going crazy I need…need a release so badly. But I can’t get one. What am I going to
do?”

He sighed again. “Well, that’s the problem, darlin’—
you
can’t do anything.”

“Then I’m going to die,” I said and burst into tears.

I know that sounds dramatic and crazy but at that moment, it was how I felt. My body was on fire with need—aching desperately for a release. And yet I was unable to give myself one. I was so keyed up—right on the edge. My heart was pounding and my body was throbbing and there was nothing I could do to calm it down, no matter how hard I tried.

It was kind of like having a sexual panic attack.

“Hey…hey, now…” Grav rumbled. He got up and I felt him sit beside me on the cot, which creaked and settled under his muscular weight. He put an arm around me and I turned toward him, burying my face in his broad chest. He’d taken off the gray acolyte robe and was only wearing a pair of his tight black leather trousers so my wet cheeks were met with bare skin. Warm and hard, the wall of his chest felt comforting and his rich, spicy, masculine odor invaded my senses, making me want to press harder against him, to never leave the circle of his arms.

Grav stroked my hair comfortingly and after a moment I realized he was talking.

“You’re not gonna die, Leah,” he murmured, holding me close. “I’m not gonna let you. Everything is going to be all right—you’ll see.”

“How?” I looked up at him with wet eyes. “
How
is it going to be all right? You said there’s nothing we can do.”

“No, I said there’s nothing
you
can do,” he corrected me. “But there
is
something that can be done.”

“What?” I thought I could guess by the uncomfortable look in his eyes. “It’s you, isn’t it?
You
have to help me.”

“The female’s mate…” He cleared his throat. “Well, I’m
not
your mate but I think maybe that’s how your body recognizes me, for whatever reason. Anyway, the female’s mate has to help her. Almost every site says the female who drinks the truth-drink won’t be able to touch herself—it’s a direct result of the drink. Makes the female’s body reject her own touch as toxic. But if her mate touches her, well…”

“So you have to…to touch me?” I didn’t know whether to feel hopeful, hot, or ashamed at the idea. I seemed to be filled with a combination of all three emotions.

Grav shifted uncomfortably.

“Look, I don’t want you to think I’m takin’ advantage. Maybe you should come read it for yourself.”

“I believe you,” I said, and I did. He was an honorable guy—I knew that by now. And I knew he wouldn’t make something like this up. Besides, my body was already telling me what he was saying was the absolute truth. There was no tingle at the base of my spine. In fact, the only tingling was in my breasts and between my legs.

God, how I needed him!

“Do you have to…do you need to…” I cleared my throat, trying to think how to phrase it. “What do you have to do?”

“Just make you come,” Grav said simply. “That’s all.” He tilted my chin up so our eyes met and studied my face. “Can you let me do that for you, darlin’? Can you spread your legs for me and let me make you come?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I mean, I…I can let you
try.
I…I’ve never, uh, experienced that before. So I don’t…I’m not really sure if I can.”

He frowned. “You mean you’ve never reached the peak?”

I shook my head, feeling obscurely ashamed.

“Remember I told you I never felt much of anything back on Earth? It’s only since I’ve been up here with you that I started feeling like I might be able to, you know, have an orgasm. I…” I licked my lips and looked down. “I thought I was going to, uh, have one the last time you were healing me. When you were, you know…licking my breasts. But then you stopped and even though I tried I…I can’t seem to make myself, uh, reach the peak, as you put it.”

Grav made a low sound in his throat and I looked up quickly. Was he angry for some reason?

He was, but I soon found out it wasn’t at me.

“This is my fault,” he growled, frowning. “
I
did this to you, darlin’. I woke up your body and then I left you wanting because I was afraid to get involved. And then the damn truth-drink the Reverend Mother made us take made it about a hundred times worse.
That’s
why you’re in so much pain.”

“I understand why you didn’t want to get involved,” I said quickly. “I mean, we already talked about this and decided it was a bad idea. I’m still married—uh, joined, and—”

“You’re
not
joined to that abusive asshole back on your home planet,” Grav interrupted me fiercely. “Not in the eyes of the Goddess. He broke the contract between you and gave up any right he had to call you his female the moment he put his hands on you with anything other than love.”

“I guess…” I bit my lip. “That’s not exactly
my
definition of divorce but—”

“We decided it’s a bad idea because I’m a half-breed—I can’t bond you.” He looked incredibly frustrated by that for a moment. “And because of my past.” He lifted my chin again. “But Leah, just because I can’t bond you to me or claim you as a mate, doesn’t mean I can’t bring you pleasure…at least enough pleasure to ease your pain.”

“Do…do you want to?” I asked and then realized what a stupid question it was. “I mean, of course you do because you’re feeling the pain too—right?”

“Yeah, I feel the pain you’re having, darlin’,” Grav rumbled, his white-on-black eyes never leaving mine. “But that’s not why I want to touch you…to make you come.”

“Why then?” I whispered, my voice breathless and uncertain.

“Because you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” Grav growled, cupping my cheek. “And I’ve wanted you from the first minute I saw you on the AMI.” He stroked my face, still studying my eyes intently. “But I don’t want to scare you. So let me be clear—I don’t know what kind of treatment you’re used to in the bedroom but I’m gonna be gentle, darlin’. As gentle and slow and thorough as you need me to be.”

I felt a wave of heat rush through me.

“You…you will?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Suddenly, with no warning, he swung me up into his arms.

“Oh! Grav, where are we going?” I gasped as he stood easily and carried me towards the door.

“My room,” he growled. “More room to spread out there. I have a feeling this is gonna take a while.”

Grav

I laid her out on the bed and damn if she wasn’t the most gorgeous sight I’d ever seen. She let me take her robe off, raising her arms obediently and then relaxing back on the bed when it was gone. When I got it off her and threw it over the side of the bed, I saw she was bare except for the tiny little underthings she’d called “panties” that the Commercians had given her with her first outfit.

Without the robe in the way, I could see how badly she needed to be touched. The thin black fabric clung to the folds of her pussy, molding itself to her soft little mound so tightly I swore I could see the outline of her clit. She was wet there—the black material shiny with her honey. It made my mouth water and I had to remind myself I was only doing this to help her—to ease the pain that I had started in her the last time I had healed her breasts.

Speaking of her breasts, they were soft and round and full, the pink nipples erect with need. I wanted to suck them again but I wasn’t sure how Leah would feel about it. I also thought about taking my flight trousers off—by now my shaft was snarling for release. But then I decided that probably wasn’t safe.

As I’ve said before, Braxians have a point of no return. I didn’t intend to reach that point with Leah tonight. I was just going to help her come—that was all. So the trousers stayed on.

“Grav,” she whispered, reaching for me. “Please…”

She didn’t finish her sentence but she didn’t need to. I lay on the bed with her and took her in my arms. She flowed to me, as warm and willing as water, the lush curves of her breasts pressed against my chest, her round, full hips and heart-shaped ass filling my hands.

Gods, she was fucking
perfect.

I kissed her then, because I couldn’t help it, taking her sweet mouth hungrily, tasting her as I had back on Gemina. She kissed me back eagerly, opening her lips to me and inviting me in when I invaded her.

I wanted to penetrate her with a whole lot more than my tongue, but I felt her sweet body quivering against mine and knew this wasn’t doing her any good.

We had to get down to business.

Reluctantly, I pulled away and positioned her in the crook of my arm.

“Grav?” She looked up at me uncertainly. “What…what are you going to do?”

“Touch you, darlin’,” I murmured, looking into her big brown eyes and feeling like I was drowning. “Just touch you—that’s all.”

“All right.” In a gesture so trusting it made my heart fist in my chest, she let her thighs fall open, inviting me in. “All right,” she whispered again. “Go ahead.”

I growled softly in the back of my throat and ran my hand down her body, making sure I paid attention to her full breasts as I went. Leah cried out and arched her back when I tugged gently at her tight nipples. I knew how sensitive they were and I couldn’t resist sucking one tender peak into my mouth as my fingers found their way down to her mound.

Leah cried out and arched her back, offering me more. Offering me anything I wanted.

Gods, how I wished I could take her up on that! But we couldn’t go too far—it would be too damn hard to let her go if we did. And I had sworn to myself I wouldn’t go to that point of no return. Not with someone as innocent and lovely as Leah.

Because a Braxian’s point of no return—well, let’s just say it’s not a pretty place. Not in battle or in sex.

“Darlin’,” I murmured hoarsely, releasing her nipple as my hand found her mound. I cupped her pussy—just cupped it at first, feeling the warm little mound nestle in my hand. The black fabric felt slippery with her juices and she gave a soft little cry and pressed up into my palm.

“Grav,” she whispered breathlessly. “Grav, please…I need…need you so much.”

“I know you do, sweetheart.” I lifted my fingers and let them trace gently between her pussy lips, running lightly over the sensitive little bump of her clit, caressing her through the thin panties.

Leah gave another little cry and I saw how much need she was in—felt the surge of painful pleasure my touch provoked in her. My cock gave an answering surge but I ignored it—this was about Leah. About easing her pain and giving her pleasure.

About making her come.

“I need to touch you under your panties, darlin’,” I murmured, looking into her eyes. “Need to touch your bare pussy. Can you let me do that?”

Leah bit her lip, uncertainty flickering across her face.

“Yes,” she whispered at last. “If…if you need to.”

“I think I do if I’m going to make you come. Look—I’ll just cup you at first. All right?”

We both watched as my fingertips teased under the waistband of her little black panties and I finally held her, bare and vulnerable and oh-so-Goddess-damned beautiful in the palm of my hand.

“Oh, Grav…” she breathed and spread her thighs wider for me, another gesture of trust that tugged at my heart. This was unknown territory for her—a place she’d never been before. Or rather, a place she’d never been
able
to go. And she was letting me take her there—trusting me to guide her.

I swore to myself I wouldn’t betray that trust. That I would take things slow and make her feel good—make her come again and again.

Her soft little pussy was wet and open under my palm. I could feel her slippery folds pressing up eagerly, spreading under my fingers as though she couldn’t wait to feel my touch. But when I stroked her clit lightly, she gasped and pulled away.

“What is it darlin’?” I looked at her anxious. “Did I hurt you?”

“It didn’t
hurt
exactly.” Leah bit her lip. “It’s just…I’m so
sensitive
now. It’s almost like I can’t stand to have anything touching me. Anything at all.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “What are we going to do?”

“This.” I left her side and went down to the foot of the sleeping platform, positioning myself between her thighs. But when I started to tug down her panties, Leah gasped and brought her knees together.

“What…what are you…I mean I don’t think…” She didn’t seem to be able to finish her sentence.

“It’s okay,” I murmured soothingly, looking up at her. “You said it yourself—you’re too sensitive to be touched.” I traced a long line down her quivering thigh and looked her in the eyes. “But not too sensitive to be licked.”

“L-licked?” she stuttered, her eyes going wide. “You mean you want to—”

“To taste you. That’s right, darlin’.” I stroked her thigh again. “My fingers are too rough—at least right now when you’re so over-stimulated. So I need to use my tongue on you. Need to spread your pussy and lick you until you come in my mouth.”

“But…but how do you know you’ll, uh, like the taste?” She still looked uncertain, her knees pressed tightly together. “I mean, what if you
don’t?”

I gave her a long look, my eyes half-closed with desire.

“I know by your scent, darlin’. By the way you smell so damn good it makes my cock hard enough to fuck through a steel wall.”

Raising the hand I’d touched her with to my face, I deliberately licked my fingers, cleaning away the sweet traces of her honey that lingered there.

Leah watched me with wide eyes and I guessed this was yet another thing she’d never done—or never had done to her. What was wrong with that fuckin’ mate of hers? If she was my female, I’d spend hours buried between her sweet thighs, making love to her pussy with my tongue.

Which was exactly what I wanted to do now.

“Leah,” I said softly, trying to make my voice gentle and non-threatening. “Let me in now, darlin’. Let me in so I can help you—so I can make you come.”

“All right,” she whispered at last, parting her legs. “I…I guess that’s all right.”