[The Onic Empire 03] - Sinful Harvest (2 page)

With a deep breath, Kerrick stepped into darkness.

As the door closed behind him, lighting crystals flickered to a soft, golden glow. Upon a circular bed, which took up almost
the entire circular room, lay a woman. Clinging
astle
sheets of the blackest black he’d ever seen molded to her long-limbed body. Her hair, also black, teased around her regal face, then blended into the covers so that she appeared to lay entwined in her own tresses. Apparently, they didn’t shave the female Harvester bald. Without conscious thought, his gaze wandered to the juncture of her legs, and his penis throbbed in response. Covered in downy black hairs or bare, either way, he couldn’t wait to uncover her
sasalan.
Literally translated, the Plenetin word meant “secret treasure.” He took a deep breath and all he could smell was her. Rich and sweet, her essence caused hunger to gnaw at his belly and balls. He wanted to taste her, then fill her. Sheer force of will was the only thing that held him back from pouncing on the bed, yanking the covering away, and mounting her. So provocative was her essence, she stripped all others from his mind.

Her skin complemented the blackness of the room, making her seem paler than she was, but he couldn’t quite place the tone of her skin. Not white, but not caramel, more like between the two, like the color of the
noisseur
tree: white with a hefty dollop of brown mixed in. Truly, she possessed lovely skin. What he could see of her face and arms was flawless. Her hands were large but finely boned with delicately tapered fingers. Short, no-nonsense nails spoke of her practicality, while her twice-pierced ears spoke of her boldness.

Slowly, her gray eyes opened, pinning him to the spot. He’d never seen such a cold gaze. In that very second of considering him, he felt she’d probed his history back to his childhood, judged him as unworthy, then dismissed him entirely. If he had hackles, they would have bristled. After meeting thousands of women in his lifetime, he’d never encountered one who so utterly disdained him.

Her eyes went suddenly wide as she sat up, exposing stunningly perfect breasts. Not too big, not too small, with sweet
caramel nipples that begged for his mouth. Balanced between them was a necklace with a black stone. When she noticed the direction of his gaze, she yanked the sheet up.

She didn’t speak, which was a shame, because he longed to hear her voice. Would it match the regal cast of her face and the prim set of her mouth? Gods forbid she had an annoying voice like Creea, who had the face of a goddess but the voice of a caterwauling animal in heat. The only way he’d been able to abide Creea’s company was by keeping her mouth busy. Turned out she was a natural at oral pleasure. Once she wrapped her lovely lips around his cock, she wouldn’t stop until she drained him, and he could hold back for a long, long time.

Kerrick realized he could say something, but what would he say? “I’m here to mate with you” sounded silly. “I’m going to fuck you until my aching balls explode” was more accurate, but crude.

In the end, he settled for a simple statement of fact. “I am the Harvester.”

Her eyes narrowed and she clutched the sheet more firmly to her chest.

He wondered if her
paratanist
had told her what was supposed to happen here. Although a big bed and little else should have made the point clear, she might be like Lakoo, who was gorgeous but vapid. The simplest question often left Lakoo scratching her head. However, one didn’t need to discuss the imponderables of the universe while tussling between the sheets.

“Does your neck hurt?” she asked.

If possible, her voice was lovelier than her face. Rich and thick like fresh cream, comforting as it poured over him. Hers was a voice he could listen to all day. However, the question left him baffled until he remembered that he didn’t have his hair anymore. Without a thought, he’d canted his head to drape his
golden strands across his eyes. How was he to thaw out this chilly lady when he couldn’t even use his best move?

“Depends.” Stepping to the foot of the bed, he grasped the edge of the sheet.

“On?” Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the thin fabric that shielded her from his gaze.

“What we’re going to be doing.” She was no match for his strength. When he yanked sharply, the sheet flicked off the bed and pooled on the floor. Now he had an unfettered view of her form. Long arms crossed over her breasts as she drew her legs up, tucking them beneath her, but not before he saw tight, black curls on her mound.

“So, you’re not shaved there. Good.” He climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her like a hungry beast. “I find that right as a woman reaches climax, a good tug on her hairs can prolong her pleasure.”

Her brows drew together as her lips parted on a shocked exhale. She curled up at the head of the bed, as if she tried to get away from him, but there was nowhere for her to go. He found her modesty charming, especially after she’d willingly taken the virginity of hundreds of males. Each movement he made closer caused her to shrink back, but then her face lost all expression as she lowered her arms and slid down the bed onto her back. She changed from disgust to submission without missing a beat.

Curious at the abrupt transformation, he inquired, “Tell me your name.”

“What does it matter? Just get this over with.” She closed her eyes, settling back as if in sacrifice to him.

Never in his life had he forced a woman to his bed, and he wasn’t about to start now. Even though just the smell of her was causing his cock to twitch, he was not a randy boy in heat. He was a connoisseur of women. If he had to suffer anticipation
for another while, he would, especially when his ego demanded that she must want him as much as he wanted her. He wouldn’t allow himself to be a trial to be borne.

“I want to know your name.” He trailed his fingertips along her calf, marveling at the smooth perfection of her skin.

She jumped, then visibly forced herself to relax. “If I tell you, will you just get on with this?” She sounded as flustered and annoyed as the magistrate had been earlier.

“Of course,” he said, even though he did not intend to do so.

“Ariss.”

“A lyrical name that suits your royal bearing. My name is Kerrick.”

“Kerrick?” She frowned, narrowing her eyes, examining him more coolly than she had before.

“You’ve heard of me?” Perhaps he wouldn’t need his hair after all. She wouldn’t be the first woman impressed by his legendary exploits.

“Hardly.” Ariss didn’t roll her eyes; she somehow managed to roll her entire body in contempt. “Do you know what a ker-rick is?”

With a seductive grin, he asked, “A devastatingly handsome man?”

His charm was lost on her as she stared at him over the bridge of her long, straight nose. “I’ll tell you once this is over.” She said it as if that would be enough to motivate him to leap upon her and finish quickly.

He frowned. Did she think him a simple peasant?

Curious as to why she wished to hurry, he teased his finger up from her calf to the spot just behind her knee. Most women found a light touch there stimulating. Ariss didn’t. With a sigh, she parted her legs, shoving his hand out of the way, and lifted her arms over her head. Again, he had an image of her in sacrifice to him and wondered why she saw him as such a chore.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” he asked, breathing deeply
of her scent. With her legs now parted, he could almost taste her sweetness. As tempting as her offer was, he refused to rush. Stubbornly, he vowed to drag this out until she begged him for release. As much as his body clamored for climax, his ego bellowed louder for satisfaction.

“I’ve been waiting most of the night for you. I just want this over with so I can return to my rooms.” Her tone upbraided and enticed him all at once. Considering her expressionless face, he doubted she thought much about him at all since she was asleep when he found her. Had she rushed through her Harvest just as she wished to rush through this? Never in his life had a woman been indifferent to him. Although, usually, they met him under circumstances other than a forced tryst. Perhaps the fact she had no choice irked her. But it wasn’t as if this was his idea. He was only doing what the ritual demanded.

“I’m sorry I made you wait.” Lifting her hand, he kissed each of her fingertips, pleased when her eyes widened. “I didn’t want to rush my sacrifices.” Turning her hand over, he placed a closed-mouth kiss to the center of her palm, reveling in how she inadvertently parted her lips. “Had I known such a beauty as you awaited me, I might have missed some in my haste.” He breathed the words into her palm, then kissed the pulse at her wrist. Her fluttering heartbeat told him she wasn’t completely immune to his charms, despite the expressionless cast to her face.

“As if you remember all of them,” she accused, drilling her eyes into his as if she could ferret out the truth with her gaze alone. He’d never encountered a woman who shifted moods faster than the swirling sands of Vernama.

“But I do remember each and every one.” He angled his face earnestly up toward hers. “I memorized not only their faces, but also their very essences.” If he were an expert at anything about women, it would be in knowing their individual scents.
Each woman bore her own unique bouquet. Blinded, he would be able to tell each woman by smell alone.

In a challenging tone, Ariss demanded, “Tell me about the one in bright yellow.”

Kerrick considered for a moment, flipping through each woman in his mind. It didn’t take him long to assess her game. “Your sister.” Just the thought of taking two sisters on the same night aroused him beyond the excruciating pain he was already in. “Her nose was similar to yours, although she was not nearly as beautiful as you.”

Ariss’ eyes went wide with surprise that he remembered, but his compliment slid off her as if she were ice. When he lifted her other hand to kiss her fingertips, she said, “You don’t have to do all of this. Much like her, I have no choice.”

The comment wounded his pride. For a brief moment, he thought of leaping upon her and doing as she asked—banging away until he climaxed. A deeper need helped him realize it was the fact that she was forced into this that truly bothered her. Good. He preferred women who forged their own way and didn’t just let society dictate their actions. Sadly, he couldn’t do anything about their circumstances. All he could do was try to make this as enjoyable as possible.

“I don’t have a choice, either, but that doesn’t mean I wish to hurry.” He kissed up her arm until he maneuvered himself beside her on the bed. “Just because we didn’t select each other is no reason not to enjoy being with each other.” Tenderly, he kissed her shoulder. “You are a beautiful woman, Ariss. The thought of leaping on top of you and pounding away is revolting.”

Something about what he said excited her, because for a brief moment, she lost her mask. Simmering passion rose to the surface of her gaze, then vanished into cool gray without a ripple. Was that her secret? She had a furtive desire to be overpowered? Kerrick wasn’t opposed to such rough couplings, but
not for a first encounter. Besides, he wouldn’t dare act on such an impulse unless he was very, very sure his aggression would be well received.

“Is that what you want?” he whispered against her shoulder. “Do you want me to yank your legs apart, spear you with my cock, and buck against you like a man possessed?” He nipped her flesh, causing her breath to catch against parted lips. As if in battle with herself, she primly composed her features, compressing her lips as she readied a sharp retort. Before she could respond, he cupped her face, turning her head so that he could kiss her lips. In direct contrast to the harshness of his words, he kissed her tenderly. At first, she kept her lips firmly pressed together, denying him entrance to her mouth, refusing him such intimacy. After repeated soft nibbles along the edge of her mouth, she parted her lips, almost against her will, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. Her taste was sleepy sweet, seductive. As he slid his tongue against hers, she groaned into his mouth, then followed suit, exploring him as thoroughly as he explored her.

In all his life, he didn’t think he’d managed such a perfect kiss without using his hair. When she turned into his embrace, he mentally congratulated himself for breaking the first layer of ice. However, he wasn’t finished yet. In spite of her small show of pleasure, she still maintained a controlled aspect to her countenance, almost as if she couldn’t bear to show passion. He’d heard of ice queens—those women who disdained love and sex as utterly beneath their elevated selves. He’d never bothered seducing one, as he feared what lay at the center of the glacier. Now, he wanted to know what made Ariss turn a cold attitude to something she so desperately craved.

Capturing her firmly in his arms, he kissed her more deeply until he had tasted every bit of her luscious mouth. Pulling back, he grasped her hands, lowering them alongside her body.

“Lovely skin, sweet as heavy cream.” He kissed her face, her
neck, and across her shoulders. Below him, she writhed, as if offering up her breasts. Since he knew that’s where she expected him to go, he refused. His first lesson in seduction was never being predictable. If a woman knew where he would go and what he would do, he had lost the element of surprise. And he knew that every woman loved surprises.

Kerrick released her hands so that he could angle up to kiss and stroke his way along her body. From her sensitive sides, to the curve of her belly, to the swell of her hips, not a bit of her exquisite form escaped his attention. Everywhere he looked or touched, he found perfection. No scars, no marks, every flawless bit compelled him to speculate she’d either led a sheltered life or had access to a most skilled surgeon. He couldn’t think of another woman with such faultless features.

Each press of his lips or fingertips caused painful awareness in his own body. When he did finally achieve orgasm after this seemingly endless day, it would be spectacular. Already moisture leaked from the tip of his throbbing cock from just touching her. Forcefully, he turned his mind away from his needs and on to hers.