Page 127 of Warrior's Reign
“Have I ever told you how hot you look standing behind your desk giving me a dressing down?”
No change in expression.
“The last lecture. . .hmm, what was it on?” Reign’s mocking grin turned lascivious. “The whole time I was wondering if you’d ever bent some sweet young thing over that desk and fucked her till she screamed. On duty.”
His hands clamped around her waist, expression still remote.
“In fact, I wondered what it would be like ifIwas that sweet young thing. Well, not so much the sweet part.”
Breath whooshed out of her lungs. Vykhan lifted her like she was nothing and tossed her up the bed. There was a crash as the highly expensive gear was shoved to the floor.
“And while I was lecturing you,” he said in his crisp, FirstAdekhanvoice, “you were watching me with the same insolent dark eyes with which you watch me now. And I pondered how insolent you would be if I pushed you to your knees and came in your mouth.”
Her toenails tingled.“Fuck.”Him talking dirty in his on duty voice shredded her control. Her clit throbbed, womb clenching in need. “Now. Do it now.”
He buried his face in her neck, teeth clamping down. Then he sighed. “Our enemy approaches. There’s no time.”
“Fuckthat, there’s no time. Five minutes. Every male in the universe knows how to do a quickie.”
His expression was priceless. She was already peeling her jumpsuit off, baring breasts. She cupped herself. “Come on, it’ll just be between us. Nothing against your awesome manliness. Of course you have excellent stamina. You could go all night. But we don’t have all night.”
Her hand cupped the growing erection in his pants. “Let me taste you, Vykhan.” She gave him a sly grin. “If I can’t make you come inmy mouth in five minutes, I’ll owe you. . .an alternative orifice. . .when we have the time.”
The warrior could move like a maelstrom when he wanted. Reign laughed when he tossed her onto the bed, then couldn’t laugh as she scrambled back against the headboard, the thick muscled thighs of awfully aroused male straddling her body. He finished peeling the jumpsuit from her body, leaving her naked before him. His hair spilled down his chest, tickling her face as he stared down at her.
Vykhan slapped a hand on the headboard, the other between her legs while she leaned forward and guided him into her mouth.
Reign opened her jaw wide to take him inside, eyes fluttering shut at his heat, his taste. The silky skin stretched taut over hard flesh. He pumped into her mouth, and Reign realized he wanted to take, rather than be taken.
Well, she wasn’t having that. Eyes flying open, she glared up at him, her hand gripping the base of his cock, and took control over the pace, the caress of her tongue and gentle scrape of her teeth.
His eyes flared, and his fingers toyed with her clit, applying punishing pressure. She cried out, shuddering, moving faster as his thumb rubbed her bud. Two fingers slipped inside her pussy, Vykhan’s hips moving faster as he fucked her mouth, as they battled for control.
He swelled, liquid dripping to mingle with her saliva, the thrust of his fingers a sensual punishment. She spread her legs wider, undulating, head bobbing, swallowing reflexively as more of his liquid flowed into her mouth.
Sculpted muscle clenched in his thighs, a breath hissing between his teeth as he tensed, head flung back as he erupted in her mouth. The tendons of his neck stood in stark relief, and she watched, taking as much pleasure in the abandonment of his expression as she did in taking down every last drop of his come.
His fingers worked furiously, increasing their pace. A slight adjustment, and Reign cried out as her already pulsing spot exploded. She moaned, and he slipped out of her mouth, lowering her head to look at her with eyes that glittered like gems from the deepest caverns of some sex god’s hell.
When her body shuddered its release, he withdrew from her swollen cavern, and lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking her juices with as much relish as she had taken his.
They stared at one another, breath harsh in the charged silence, the scent of arousal a strong musk. His marks sparked, hers flaring with life as she processed the sensory harmonic of feeling her own release and echoes of his as well.
And to think she had a lifetime to become addicted to this. A tendril of fear moved through her. Addicted to Vykhan. . .was not a good idea. Had there ever been a male or female who’d kissed his feet, sucked his cock, offered him anything he wanted just for another desperate taste of him?
He’d. . .warned her. And this was only the barest brush against the depths of him.
Vykhan cupped her cheek, running a thumb along her lip. “So only now do you fear me,yada’ami? How contrary.”
She swallowed, worked to speak in a normal tone and couldn’t quite manage it. “You could become a drug to me. I’m afraid of the things I would let you do to me.”
He smiled, slow, exquisite. “And now, Reign, we are even. For this is what I have feared—since I first laid eyes on you.”
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They dressed, Reign donning the suite of custom weapons that went with the body armor. At the last, Vykhan handed her back her personal comm.
She powered it on, and within seconds the light flashed. Reign grinned. “Accept incoming, audio only.”
