Page 48 of Taken to Nobu
“I want to have sex with you…but I don’t want to get pregnant. Not yet, I mean. I’d still like to learn more about being a warrior first and fulfilling my role as Xhea.”
The disappointment I expect to feel at her proclamation does not come. Instead, I make the pleased expression and reach down the length of her body to cup her core through her pants. I long to shred them.
“An honorable desire, Xhea. Your request will be fulfilled.”
“How?”
“There is a plant-based herb commonly used by males to prevent the ejaculation of kit-bearing seed. I have some of this herb and will take it now before I rut you.”
“And why exactly do you have this herb?” Her eyes narrow and though she does not flash copper, I am still elated and thrilled by her jealousy. I massage her core through her pants with the heel of my palm. She clenches her teeth, fighting for control, but it is a losing battle. She whimpers when I release her.
“Krisxox was my guest the last time he visited Nobu. He left much of this herb behind.”
“Stars,” she moans, “thank the comets for that man slut.”
I make the pleasure sound and scoop her quickly up off of the snow-covered ground, surprised to see the faces of many Voraxians standing nearby, spying on us. I make the pleasure expression at them and release pleased sounds into the world at the veiled embarrassment echoed by all. They have not seen their Okkari like thisever. Not even when I was Kinan.
“We go now.”
She releases a squeal as I take off at a run, and clutches my neck in a vice grip. I feel the scrape of her teeth against the smooth, plateless section below my ear.
She whispers, “Since I was in the merillian, does this mean I’m a virgin again?”
“Hexa. Does this frighten you?”
“Nox. It pleases me.” I do not understand her answer and request explanation, to which she says, “When I got to start over last time, I ruined it by running. This time, when we start over it will be good for both of us. I won’t ruin it. It will be perfect.”
We arrive at our home and I bound up the stairs, open the front door and enter the overlook room. I throw her down roughly onto a mound of white Edena pelts and pillows and she squeals and laughs as she rolls across them.
Quickly sourcing Krisxox’s stone herb from my cooking area and taking it, I unbind the clasps keeping me caged and when I return to the overlook room, watch as she struggles to do the same. I drop onto my knees between her thighs and rip the rest of her clothes away, then cover her body with my own. I position my xora at her entrance and press forward without warning, spearing her until I feel the barrier within her pinch around me to the point of pain.
She screams and arches her back, hands reaching for furs to fist. I wait until she tilts her chin up to look at me. The black wall of my hair creates a curtain around us. I am nothing but fire, an unsetting sun. Through clenched teeth, I tell her, “It is always good for me when I am with you. Every moment.”
Her face is pinched in concentration and pain and her hips are revolving beneath me, eager for reprieve or release or both. She grips my shoulder with one hand and with the other, grabs hold of my hair at the root. She pulls until I feel sharp pain too. “Same. But right now I need you to fuck me, Kinan.”
I growl. Her core is dripping wet and pulsing around me. Every emotion rips me apart. Just as she promised, I am unraveled. Through clenched teeth I spit, “It is almost as if you desire to be punished.”
“Hexa,” she says impishly, torturous pleasure on her tongue, “I do.”
I square my hips and the most fleeting fear crosses her face. In its presence, I slow. I hold her cheek, smooth her hair behind her ear. I kiss her deeply.
Her miaba mouth is divine, distracting me for the moments I need to be able to regain some modicum of control. “Kiki,” I whisper between her mouth pillows.
“Kinan,” she responds.
“I will break it now.” And I remember when I said these words to her before. Then, white light of the mountaintop made her look like some ethereal being. Now, light of the ioni makes her look like ioni itself, seconds before it implodes. Though if she does, then she will only succeed in taking me with her.
Her core is clenching in little pulses around my xora, gripping it like a fist. Hot and wet, I feel myself slip into insanity. The things I would do for this female. The things I will do to this female…
“Wait,” she whispers.
I fight to focus on my gaze on her face, hoping to relay to her that I understand her apprehension and will do my best to make this painless for her. But instead of seeing fear in her eyes, she cradles the side of my face.
“Xivoora Xiveri,” she whispers, and then the ancient words tumble from her lips. “I cover your flesh with my flesh. I cover your heart with my hearts. I am claiming you. You are my servant, you are my king, you are my blade. And I am your Xiveri, Xhea to your people, future mother to your kits. With this union, I promise to be your shield. I promise to honor you. Forever.”
“Kiki…” I cannot believe she says these things to me, now and like this. I have no reply. None whatsoever.
She beams up at me, all radiant light. She would make Voraxia’s suns jealous. “Now I’m ready…”
