Page 18 of Taken to Nobu
“It does not translate for me.”
She sucks in a breath. Small bumps form on the outsides of her arms. Curious, I brush them with my fingertips, only to be startled when she shivers all over. Despite the screa surrounding us, she must still be cold. Quickly, I pull a zyth fur from our nest and drape it over her shoulders.
“Thank…” she starts, then falters, hair where her ridges should be scrunching together over her nose.
“What is mine, is yours.”
She looks down at her lap and inhales. I do too. The potency of her arousal is cloying and I hiss. She glances at my xora and I feel my own seed bead at its tip. It takes all of my control not to fist it and demand my right to rut her then.
Instead, I say, “This beast is called zyth. You find it further west, in Nobu’s forests. I hunted this creature in my sixth rotation in honor of my future Xiveri mate.” She blinks at me widely and I cannot help my pleasure expression, it cracks across my face and for just a heartbeat, I see a corner of her mouth quirk up too.
“I have enough to cover our nest and those of our future kits. It was the largest kill any have seen since.”What am I saying?I have never uttered words in such shameless self-aggrandizement before, but it is because I suddenly, very desperately want to impress her, that I say them at all.
I clear my throat. “Now tell me of this love.”
She sucks in a breath, holds it, and speaks on a rapid exhale. “When two people love each other it’s like the whole rest of the world isn’t there. They’d do anything for each other. They want everything from each other.”
I make the pleasure expression again and gently, boldly, place my hand high on her thigh. I do not miss the way she spreads her legs slightly, or whimpers almost inaudibly at my touch.Kuaku, the treasonous hasheba. She does not deserve the title. And yet, what could she hope to gain by attempting to deceive me in such a way? Is my Xiveri mate correct in her assessment of the hasheba’s feelings towards me?I feel pride and relief. Nox, my Xiveri matedoeswant me. She is pleased by me. And she is clever to have seen in Kuaku what I could not.
“I was not so naive to think that Kuaku did not want to be made Xhea. Many females vied for such a position. But my sires were fortunate enough to be Xiveri mates and I desired to replicate the depth of their union with a Xiveri mate of my own. So I selected no mate, choosing instead to wait for her. To wait for you. I thought that, upon finding you, the interest Kuaku has shown in me over the rotations would resolve itself and that she would understand that her place was not in my nest. That is only for you.”
I slide my hand up towards the juncture of her thighs. She spreads them for me and her eyes flutter. She grips the edges of the zyth fur draped around her and bites her lower mouth pillow.
“I have this love emotion for you, Kiki.”
“How? We don’t even know each other.” She says, voice breaking as I reach forward to touch her heat with my hands. I have blunted the claws of two fingers carefully, so as to better explore her folds without hurting her. And I do so now.
“Oh stars,” she whimpers.
Purple pleasure beams down my arms, radiating through my chest and up the length of my stiff xora. “We will. With time. For now we can only listen to the Xanaxana. It has guided me to you and I know with absolute certainty that I would do anything for you.”
“But I’m a human. And you’re an alien,” she says with eyes closed. Her legs are wide now and she is pumping her hips in a way that appears subconscious.
My control slips and I growl out a question. “Why does that matter?”
“I…I…” My fingers slip through the wetness that coats the furs below, balance on the tip of the little nub I have come to know so well, and finally push past the barrier of her outer lips into her hot, wet core. She rattles off a curse and shakes her head feverishly, clutching my forearm with both hands.
“I don’t know,” she gasps. “Fuck, I don’t know…”
I cannot take it anymore and lurch up onto my feet. My xora is at her eye level and I love the expression that cloaks her when she blinks her eyes open and sees it.Need. I tilt her face up and meet her gaze with mine. Let her see what she has done to me.
“I will tell you the answer. It does not. You are my Xiveri mate and I treasure you more than I treasure my own life. Now you will tell me that you understand my words and believe them.”
She licks her mouth pillows and I nearly ejaculate then. A vision of her large, dark breasts coated in my blue seed sends a spasm down my left leg. Seeing it, her eyes widen. She nods.
“Xhivey. Now you will tell me how you would like to be pleasured and I will take you to our nest and spend the coming lunar bringing this pleasure to you.”
Her breathing comes in short, shallow bursts and she surprises me to my core when she reaches forward and takes my xora in her trembling fist. “Everything you do…did…up on the mountain pleased me.”
She swallows audibly, as if admitting something wretched instead of the most beautiful truth. I have never heard words more lovely. And then I have never seen anything more lovely when she leans forward and licks her pink, ridgeless tongue up the length of my shaft, swallowing the seed that now coats the head. Urgent need slams into me. I cannot allow her to continue without emptying across her chest. I rise and sweep her with me.
She grabs onto my shoulders, looping one arm around my neck. I set her down on the edge of our nest roughly, drop to my knees on the stone floor and press my face to the seam of her thighs. Her fingers slide into my hair and I growl out my approval. Quickly, she pulls them back and I snarl. Looking up at her, I grab her retreating hand in one of mine and return it to where it was.
She does not need white ridges to express her shock, but I don’t care. I am slowly sinking into the scent of her, which grows stronger at the juncture of her legs. I nose my way forward until I reach her mound glistening with moisture that smells of miaba and salt and spice and makes saliva pool beneath my tongue. My xora bucks, releasing more seed that should be spilled inside of her.It will be. Deep inside of her.
I glance up the length of her body to see her chest rising and falling in waves. “Your mound is already wet,” I inform her. “Does this mean your body is ready to receive mine?”
She hesitates. Propped up on her elbows, she stares at me down the length of her body, then nods before she looks away.
