Page 10 of Taken to Nobu
My xora steels, my thoughts blur into nothing, my stomach lurches into my chest. Pain tears its way through me and it is only painful because it is so desperate. Finding myself buried beneath layers of reckless inhibition, I wrench back. “My Xhea, you do not mean these words. I felt your tremors. Tasted your terror…”
“You tasted nothing,” she rasps, her voice full of a hate whose provenance I cannot fathom.I am her Xiveri mate.And like a Xiveri mate, she clings to me even when her words say something else.
I shake my head. Another burst of wind brings with it threats of the impending storm. The first frost of the season will be sharp and cutting. I cannot have her sensitive human flesh exposed to it. “You are wrong. I tastedyou.”
Her eyes, squinting against the frost, widen slightly. She lifts a hand to shield against the wind, but I switch my body around hers, blocking her from the worst of it.
“And I will tell you what you taste like.”
Her lower mouth pillow trembles. She shakes her head, but I canfeelher arousal floating through the air, the scent of it impossibly potent and impossible to ignore. It burns down my throat as I swallow. “You tasted like sweet water…and I am thirsty.”
With no warning issued, I grab her legs below the knees and wrench her body back so that she falls prone beneath me, her knees spread wide. So inviting. I ache to tear through her coverings and take her in fully, just as fully as I ache for her to take me. But she is still frightened. And I do not know why. But I know that I can still help her.
“I can help calm the pain of the mating call, if you give me this permission.”
“Yes! Fuck. Please. Fuck me…” Her vulgar words displease me, but I must assume this is the fault of the Xanaxana. It can make even the most stoic of beings desperate, and I am sure that my Xiveri mate would be a stoic creature.
I make the pleasure expression as I cup her mound through her clothing and watch her head fall back on a moan. “Oh stars, please help me…”
I feel the need calling to me and I imagine that for her slight figure, it must be even more torturous. “I will help you. But only on one condition…”
“Fuck…oh fuck, what?” Her head tosses back, her eyes still squeeze.
Gently, I whisper, “You will need to look at me.”
She doesn’t speak for a long, shaky moment, but when she finally releases the tension of her mouth, opens her lips and her eyes in the same beat and looks down the length of her body at me, she catches her breath. It is as if she sees me for the first time and I cannot help but inhale, hoping to appear naught but strength before her. I roll my shoulders back and massage her core with the heel of my palm.
“Do not look away.”
Water comes to her eyes then and I am made curious by it, but not curious enough to stop and root out its meaning. It is enough for now that she looks at me, even if I can still feel the tremors running along the insides of her thighs and the tension radiating throughout the rest of her body. Even if she still carries this strange fear with her that is just as alien to me as she is, she faces it for the sake of the Xanaxana.
My hands reach for her covering and I do not have patience for the ties fastened on either end. I tear straight through them and her whole body jerks, but she still does not break my gaze. I offer her my pleasure expression, an expression I have not made in some time.
“You are brave, my warrior.” I wrench her hips up to meet my mouth, inhaling the scent I find there. So strong, my eyes nearly roll back into my skull — would have, had I not vowed to her not to break the connection. “My Xhea.”
She opens her mouth, but when no words come, I plunge forward, mouth catching her core and devouring it. She moans so loudly it shakes her whole body. She also closes her eyes. I wrench back, immediately severing the connection between us even though it pains me. Her eyes flutter open and she squeezes her fists, reaching for me.
“Why…please…why did you stop?”
“You looked away.”
She clenches her teeth, but nods and I feel the pleasure expression on my mouth again at the unreasonable nature of this pact we have bartered. But I don’t care or question it. I lean in once more, this time licking a line from her rear sex up through her folds to a mysterious nub that sits at their crest.
Her hips buck hard enough for my hold to slip. Voraxian females are not so responsive as this and I am surprised by her, as I seem to be perpetually. I concentrate on this nub and her groans grow louder, deeper, and more desperate. Feeling powerful to reduce my warrior queen to this, I lathe her full sex with the ridges lining my tongue, tasting her insides. In a fit of urgency, I blunt one of my claws between my teeth and mercilessly plunge the length of my finger inside of her core. She istight. A feeling of uncertainty sweeps over me, even as I drink from her miaba ocean.Will I harm her when I seek to enter her?
“Oh stars…oh stars…” She is writhing madly now and my pumping becomes more frantic. The ridges of my tongue flick at her nub, my finger slides deeper into her, reaching a desperately tight wall, and I feel her suddenly, all at once, clench.Her core can tighten evenmore?I cannot believe it. She is the tightest thing I could have ever imagined and yet, here she is shuddering and moaning and gripping and pushing and kicking as spasms warp and twist her slight form.
Covered in mud, screaming into the frost, she is pure fire. Heat. Warmth.Mine. An honor to worship.
A gush of liquid floods her sex. It crashes around my finger and coats my mouth and chin. Itdripsonto my hides, onto my neck. I pull back and stare at the dark brown of her beautiful body and with my blunted fingers, I open her lower lips. Just as shocking, she is pink here too, an even brighter color than that which lines the insides of her mouth. Her core pulses with its own heart, and the sight has my own heart stuttering a beat.
Her hips spasm and she jerks back when I lathe her nub once more. “Oh no, please. It’s so sensitive.” Her eyelids flutter and she meets my gaze and I cannot help the pleasure expression from taking over me. My Xanaxana is more at peace than it once was, even though it was she and not I who found some small measure of release.
I reach forward and she is slow to react, as if she is swimming through the mire once more. She does not move away from me in time and I touch her face. “You are cold,” I say, concerned.
She shakes her head and bats my arm away. “I don’t care.” Her breathing is heavy. Off. “I just want more.” She licks her lips and spreads her thighs wider. “I need you to fuck me. It hurts. Everything still hurts.”
I nod at her. “Hexa, the Xanaxana is strong.”
