The Melier: Home World (Women of Dor Nye Book 2) (22 page)

Again he snarled.

“Oh,” she feigned sudden awareness. “You mean this…?” Her hips sunk down the entire length of him, every vein bumping against her insides almost painfully as his girth stretched her to her limits. Val’Zun’s snarl turned into a mixture of a loud growl, moan, and a curse and it happened a second time as she clenched and squeezed her muscles around him, massaging the hypersensitive flesh. Two of his hands returned to the cheeks of her ass, gripping the supple mounds.

Lucia blinked against the haze that clouded her vision and then pulled herself up only to drop down, letting the weight of her body pull her back onto his lap. Her hands pushed and pulled on his chest as she continued to ride him.

He watched her breasts jump and sway with her movements, alternating between her face and the jiggly globes. Her lips curved into a smirk as she found humor in Zun’s immense fascination with her breasts. She knew it was probably due to the fact Melier females had slightly different anatomy and the human breasts seemed more alluring.

“Touch me, Zun,” she breathed, imploring him with her amber gaze while she moved over him. The soreness of her wounded thigh ached with each pump of her hips, but the pleasure overrode everything and she couldn’t
stop
this joyous ride she was on. Chills racked her body when his warm palm kneaded one breast and then the other. His fingers pulled on her nipples and pinched, his muscles jumping with the dual pleasure of touching her and being inside of her. That alone had Lucia tightening around his cock and breathing his name repeatedly.

Her hips slammed down against him as she rode
harder
, pushing that orgasm she desperately needed to its peak. When Zun groaned and pinched her nipple again, his other hand squeezing on her ass cheek, Lucia’s mouth fell open and her eyes closed as she let that sweet, muscle shaking orgasm flood over her body. A deep, involuntary moan escaped her throat as the bliss consumed every muscle in her being.

Lucia didn’t slow down though. She opened her eyes and watched as Val’Zun shook with that restraint he struggled with. His breathing was jagged, labored, and indicative of his overpowering arousal. He breathed her name and her muscles clenched again, wringing from her a smaller orgasm that simply heated her veins in a smooth sensation heightened by the lust filled gaze he fixed upon her.

“If you…” he trembled and started again. “If you do not stop, I--” another tremor and snarl. “I will implant.”

Zun sucked up another hissing breath.

“Loo-Sha it is happening--”

Lucia felt his muscles go rigid beneath her and she quickly lifted her hips, his cock pulling from her wet channel with a slick sound. Zun shook and groaned loudly as his cock slapped against her inner thigh and he spurted hot come over the curls of her pussy on his first, strong emission. Another tightly exhaled breath and another stream of ejaculate hit her body, this time splashing her abdomen and his when it leapt closer to his stomach with its strong twitch. A few smaller streams of the dark green liquid found their way onto the both of them when his root extended and pumped his egg and lubricant from his body. And then Zun was collapsing against the bed while he tried to recover.

Lucia went down with him, lying on his chest while they both caught their breath. “Ya know,” she giggled lazily. “I’m beginning to think sex with me is bad for you.”

Val’Zun chuckled and the shake of his chest jiggled her body.

“It will get better in time,” he rubbed his hands along her back. “It is a good ache I feel, trust me. This too, I will master.”

Lu lifted her head to look him in the eye, admiring his determination. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Loo-Sha,” he leaned up and kissed her forehead, purring while his nose trailed along the line of her jaw before nudging her with it gently, like he and Soren often did as a show of affection.

In the next movement, he was standing, discarding his pants and then cradling her to his chest. He carried her to the adjoining cleansing room where the large shower was still running. Soren stood with his hands against the wall, letting the hot water pour over his body. When he heard Zun pad closer, he turned and opened the shower door for them. Lu jumped when the warm water hit her skin and then she was being gently set on her feet before they began to scrub her down, careful of her wound.

“I am capable of washing myself, you know,” she sighed happily, simply needing to state her thoughts and really having no desire for them to stop their washing of her body.

They both grunted.

Lu rolled her eyes and bit back the smile threatening to split her lips. She’d never complain about their grunting again, she knew. Not after she thought she may have lost them both. They could grunt all they wanted.

A poke at her lower back had her turning toward Soren. His eyes were already black and eating her up. She found herself being lifted against the wall and a small sound of surprise escaped her throat. “Soren?”

His lower arms cradled her ass while he pressed into her core, spreading her thighs wide enough to accept his frame. Another hand pinned her arms high above her head, while the other tilted her chin up so she was looking into his face.

“Never run from us again.”

The heat in his gaze was final and pointed, leaving no room for arguments, and then he thrust into her with one swift motion. Her chest filled with steamed air at the quick, unexpected buzz of pleasure that surged up from her middle. Again his hips pumped up into her, jolting her body.

Lucia moaned, and Soren’s fingers held steady as he kept a grip on her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes as he fucked her with a mixed passion. His gaze sparked with many emotions; anger, lust, sadness, fear, love…

He was afraid, she realized.

Afraid he’d lost her, just as she’d been afraid she would never see him again over those agonizing days.

He settled into a rhythm that fully satisfied them both. Each thrust buried his cock to the hilt in her warmth, the raw emotion he poured into each action tilted her closer to that cliff she knew he was capable of throwing her over.

Lucia’s thighs tried to close and clamp around him, but his hands kept her spread while he speared her repeatedly. Her limbs tightened within the restrictive hold and she shook with the pleasure that sung up her spine and through every nerve, making her clit throb with the force of it all. Her strangled cry as her pussy tightened on him only made him pump harder, milking every ounce of her strength.

When she finally gasped for a breath, Soren unclenched his fingers from around her wrists and then withdrew his cock, settling it against her abdomen between them as it pulsed with his own gratification. The hot arcs of ejaculate sprung forth, shooting up and hitting her under the chin and along her breastbone. The green fluid slid over her body and she watched as his root extended and emptied itself, just as Val’Zun’s had.

Then he leaned in and kissed her with a tenderness that made her eyes sting with unshed tears.

“Okay,” she whispered against his mouth. “Okay.”

His eyes searched hers, both accepting the other and understanding. And then she was being settled on her feet and getting another scrub down.

When they dried her body with a towel and tucked her into bed between them, she didn’t complain about the heat that would make her sweat throughout the night. No, she savored their nearness as their arms and tails wrapped her up and their lips brushed along her freshly cleaned skin in reverence.

Chapter 16

When the morning came around, Lucia slipped from the bedroom and began cleaning her wound like she had every day upon waking. To her surprise the queen was awake and had the reeking ointment ready with fresh gauze. They didn’t smile at each other, rather just regarded one another with a mutual understanding. So while the princes and Lenny slept, Lucia and Gi’Moy began their routine.

She sat in a chair and lifted her sleep gown over the wound. It was slightly redder than it had been, with the pacing and the
exercise
from the previous night. Even days after initially smelling the foul salve, it still made her stomach flutter with nausea each time Gi’Moy opened the jar.

“Why does it smell like that?” she finally had to ask.

“It is made from an insect that does not smell pleasant, but its innards heal well.”

So basically, you’re being stuffed with bug guts.

Insect innards sounds less disgusting, I think.

Lucia shook her head, regretting that she even asked. By the time the queen was wrapping the gauze around her thigh, the princes were awake and eyeing them with curiosity as they shuffled through the kitchen and began heating water for the rations.

Val’Koy cleared his throat as he leaned up against a wall and took a sip of his hot beverage. “Am I the only one wondering how they both survived without killing each other in this
cave
?”

Gi’Ren grunted, watching Lucia and Gi’Moy as well. “It is strange.”

Gi’Moy tied off the gauze and left Lucia to discard of the old wrappings. Soren was there helping her stand, even though she was very capable of doing it herself. She didn’t brush him away though, as she welcomed any nearness he was willing to give. His expression was inquisitive, but he didn’t say anything.

“So how are we getting Melierun back?” she asked and her eyes landed on each brother as she waited for one of them to share an amazing idea. Instead she was met with silence and when the queen entered the room once more, they all stared between her and Lucia while they waited on
something
.

“We will need to contact our military fleet,” Gi’Moy began in her queenly tone as she spoke to the room. “Val’Qa and Gi’Calla are safe, yes?”

Val’Koy dipped his chin once.

“Good,” she nodded, a little relief entering her expression before she pinned Lucia with her eyes. “You were able to infiltrate the Trepnils communications shield. Are you able to make contact with outside communications?”

Lucia swallowed while she thought about how risky that could be, and her fingers rubbed along her cheeks as she nodded. “But it’s dangerous. As soon as I make outside contact, the Trepnils will know and will be able to locate this cave.”

“Then we will be swift,” Soren added.

Another two days went by as Lucia worked tirelessly to setup a way to get out a transmission without tripping anything and alerting the Trepnils before she was able to send it seamlessly. She was sure she’d never been so on edge in all her life, considering the fate of Melierun’s royal family seemed to lay within her hands.

She could
feel
the tension eating through everyone, especially the brothers. They paced, they fiddled, and they tapped their fingers, and toes, and tails. The four of them were like trapped Ro’Catta’s, roaming and climbing the walls for a way out without
actually
climbing the walls.

Yet, anyway.

She realized it was most likely because they felt they weren’t helping, and while they may not be helping with the transmission exactly, they had done a lot to keep those they loved safe.

MoMo didn’t like the extra stalking around the cave and often chuffed his displeasure as if to say,
‘sit the hell down already’
. Lucia thought it was hilarious, but none of the brothers did.

“You tell ‘em MoMo,” she would encourage and he would lick the air happily and then chuff at whichever Melier was closest.

“MoMo is beginning to look delicious after a couple days of those ancient rations,” Val’Koy smiled in a not-so-friendly manner while his gaze narrowed on MoMo. Lucia scooped up the creature immediately.

“Touch him and I’ll cut off your--”

“Loo-Sha,” Soren warned as he paced.

“-earlobes…,” she finished lamely and a hint of a smile twitched the muscles in his cheek because he knew ‘
earlobes’
was not what she
really
wanted to say.

When she was confident the transmission would get through in one piece, they all stood ready in the room while Gi’Moy recorded the message. Lu’s fingers were quick and steady, despite her nerves, and then when she was about to press the key to send, she paused.

“If this doesn’t make it…” she nibbled on her bottom lip.

“We will be dead within the hour,” Val’Koy sighed apathetically.

“Pessimist,” Gi’Ren scowled.

“
Realist
.”

“Silence,” Gi’Moy said with finality. “We are ready.”

“Right,” Lu clapped her hands once and rubbed them together. “Well I’d say it was nice getting to know you Val’Koy, but that would be a lie.”

The brothers chuckled, except Val’Koy, and then Lucia pressed the key.

****

Val’Zun held Lucia tight to his chest as he slipped through the door and into the dark of night with the rest of his family. This time around, he and Val’Ja weren’t letting her out of their sight.

“I can walk myself,” she whispered in the dark. He knew she couldn’t see him, but he could see her just fine.

“You are slow even when you are not wounded,” he replied. His mates need to do things on her own made him proud and annoyed all at once.

“Bullshit.” Her harsh, incredulous, hushed tone made him grin. They moved swiftly, very little sound being made as their feet traveled with an ingrained proficient certainty. The cover of the pitch forest aided in their planned escape, but he could
hear
movement far behind them. He shared a look with Val’Ja, knowing the only one who wouldn’t be able to hear the Trepnils approach would be Lucia.

They pushed on rapidly, underbrush whipping against his skin as they pierced through the dense forest. The sounds got closer and he knew the moment they were too close, because Lucia stiffened in his arms.

A’Drast, let the transmission have reached them.

****

Soren was thankful Lenny slept peacefully in his arms, even as they were running through the forest. He was careful to move with a smooth, rapid gait.

He shifted direction, as the rest of his family did while they made their way to the hidden clearing only the family and guard knew existed. A small worry took up residence in his mind, wondering if the transmission even reached their fleet. Their military’s first priority would be to protect the queen, and then Gi’Calla, to ensure the throne would not be left without a monarch.

A guttural call pierced the forest as the Treps picked up their trail.

They ran faster.

****

That familiar fear twisted Lucia’s guts and a cold sweat broke out along her skin when the calls kept sounding out behind them. The Trepnils had to be a good distance away, but it still made her nervous. She clung to Zun’s neck and hid her face so the thin branches they whipped through couldn’t slap her in the eyes.

The steady whirring sound of a ship got louder and louder the closer they got to their destination. Relief flooded her being that the transmission had reached its target, and she finally lifted her face again when she felt them clear the last of the brush and hit the sand. It was similar to the clearing they first landed on, but it was further away from the palace and more remote; no roads led in or out.

As they burst into the clearing the small, sleek, silver craft was just lowering to the ground, its ramp extending. The heat coming off the engines created an uncomfortably warm atmosphere on top of the evening heat of the planet, and the sense of urgency was overwhelming as the sound of the Treps grew closer while they watched the ramp inch further to the sand.

A blue energy beam sung past them and hit the side of the ship, doing no damage aside from leaving a black scorch mark. Another screech from the pursuing Treps curled the ends of her hair as they ascended the metal ramp into the craft the moment it hit the ground.

“Go now!” the queen commanded as the last of them boarded and the door slipped shut just in time to deflect another energy beam.

The
pinging
of beams bouncing off the outside of the ship continued until they were lifting from the ground, going up, and up until the dark clouds of the night lit by the bright blue moon drifted over the ship, and then they were leaving the atmosphere.

Lucia was still in Zun’s arms, as he hadn’t let her go. None of them moved from their positions until they were floating in space, the engines purring as the captain steered them to the waiting military craft in the middle of a surrounding fleet.

Once they entered the ships bay, a collective sigh could be heard and everyone relaxed just a little more.

Soren leaned his face down to rub the bridge of his nose along her cheek. He and Zun began purring as they surrounded her and Lenny, making Lucia think they were just relieved everyone was alive and well.

“You have done a great thing, Loo-Sha,” Soren breathed, his tail coming up to caress the spot his nose had left.

“I try,” she shrugged and grinned. Zun groaned as he was known to do, and she and Soren chuckled. Her palms rubbed his cheeks and pulled his face down to hers so she could kiss his grimly set lips. “Don’t be a grump, Zunny.”

That only made him bristle more, pulling a small laugh from everyone else and lessening some of the tension.

She turned her attention to Soren, her small hands bringing his face close to hers too. “I didn’t forget you,” she said as she kissed his full, warm lips.

“I may gag from all the cuteness,” Val’Koy said, deadpan, as he put MoMo on the ground. She found it highly hilarious that the queen stuck him with the Nobu since he’d hinted at
eating
the creature. Maybe the queen
did
have a sense of humor.

“But I really couldn’t have done all this without your mothers help,” Lucia admitted, sending a small smile to her mother-in-law. “She saved my life, and Lenny’s.”

Queen Gi’Moy’s reaction was subtle but appreciative as she gave a slight nod in her direction, acknowledging all that had gone unsaid between them over their time in hiding.

Her attention focused back on her beastly partners though, because she had a
major
bone to pick with them. 

“This doesn’t mean you two get away with what you did,” she said more sternly, eyeing the both of them.

They sighed.

“I mean it. I’m still super pissed you didn’t tell me there was a
war
going on, or I don’t know, that someone was trying to
kill
me!”

“Loo-Sha,” Soren warned.

“Don’t
‘Loo-Sha’
me, Soren,” she said, a small chill crawling over her skin as she realized how much like her mother she sounded just then.

“It was for your own protection,” Val’Zun tried to reason, scowling down at her. She snorted and poked his forehead which only made his pupils do a jig with surprise at her strange gesture.

“Listen closely,” Lucia narrowed her eyes at both of them. “The next time some psycho is trying to kill me,
you tell me
! It’s only fair that I know since it’s my neck on the line, don’t you two think?” When they began to protest she held up her hand. “It was a rhetorical question.”

They groaned.

“And a war!” she shook her head, incredulous that something so massively important slipped under her radar for so long, as if she’d been living under a rock. It made her wonder if they had all specifically avoided conversation about it when around her. That was the only thing that made sense, since she never really ventured anywhere alone and none of the other Melier folks spoke to her willingly most of the time she’d been at the palace.

“You hid a
war
from me!” she shrilled at them while everyone else stayed quiet, letting her have this moment with her mates. “How would you two feel if the roles were reversed?”

Soren at least had the decency to look a smidge guilty, but Zun didn’t look remorseful in the least.

“We did not want to worry you,” Soren said sincerely, his puppy dog eyes imploring her to understand while he held their adorable youngling in his massive arms, and Lucia’s insides were threatening to melt into goop. His furry blue tail stroked her jaw softly and she was on the verge of forgiving
everything
.

Snap out of it!

It’s another distraction!

Error. Exploding ovaries in three… two…

“Stop!” she batted his tail away. “I know what you’re up to and it’s not going to work this time.” Her eyes narrowed further and she swept her gaze between the both of them, catching onto their game. They thought they could trick her
again
. They were using her emotions against her.