Breeding Ground Part 28
Every muscle in his gargantuan body tensed. His palms rested at either side of her face, the deadly pikes he called fingernails keeping her golden hair out of his line of vision.
She knew he was watching his black c.o.c.k disappear into her mouth, knew too that he loved what he saw. She sucked him and sucked him, over and over, again and again.
Alex kept kneading his b.a.l.l.s as she brought him to the edge. Figuring out that his left one was more sensitive than his right one, she expertly rolled it around while her lips and tongue worked their magic on his c.o.c.k. She sucked harder and faster, mercilessly enveloping him again and again and-
Malik's body stiffened as he came on a loud groan. Hot c.u.m spurted into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. His fingers tightened in her hair as he moaned out his pleasure. She swallowed his c.u.m in a single gulp.
Her breathing as heavy as his, Alex slowly released his semi-erect c.o.c.k and looked up. Their gazes met and locked. He tasted...different from a man. And, as loath as she was to admit it, the different was better.
What are you thinking? You're going crazy! There is nothing about this beast that is better than a man. Nothing!
Alex tore her gaze from his. Touching him had been different from when he touched her. When she was forced to pay him attention, she couldn't disa.s.sociate. She had touched others before and felt nothing. There had even been some s.e.xual encounters with Robert where he had been in the mood, she hadn't, but she had gone through the motions to please him...and felt nothing.
With Malik she couldn't shut down. Somehow she had known that would happen. He had spent months haunting her dreams and now he was trying to haunt her every waking moment.
She stood up on two shaky feet and s.n.a.t.c.hed the lead to the chain from his grasp. "I need to be alone," she said quietly.
Alex sprinted from the dining chamber as fast as her feet would carry her. She could feel his serpentine-gold eyes on her back as he watched her run away.
Chapter Seventeen.
She was asleep.
Malik lay next to Alexandria in his palatial harem bed, his eyes on her naked b.u.t.tocks. He could see the folds of her pretty pink p.u.s.s.y tucked neatly below them and wanted to impale her more than words could say.
This was the very bed that, in his mortal life, he had f.u.c.ked Xandi females in left and right. Sometimes three or four of them at a time. Sometimes ten to twenty of them at a time. Yet now, in his immortal life, the only female he craved to be inside was the one lying next to him.
The only one in his world of privilege and power who didn't want him.
He reached out a hand so as not to awaken her and sifted through her beautiful, long, golden hair. Like the foreign pinkness of her nipples, it was the most remarkable and erotic color.
"What are you to me?" he murmured, not wanting to wake her. He didn't show vulnerability to any creature, let alone to the very woman who loathed him. "You haunted me in the dreamstate. You make me feel...things...now."
Sighing, Malik traced a path from her hair, down her shoulder, and onward to her right hip. He let his palm rest there, absently stroking her hip, thigh, and belly as he submerged himself in his thoughts.
Every day he grew closer to breaking her will whether she realized it or not. Every day she relented just a little bit more. For the first time he wondered if that was what he wanted. This eve she had suckled his c.o.c.k not because she wanted to, but because she'd had to. With any other female he wouldn't have cared. With this one...
He wanted her to want him.
They made no sense, these feelings. And because they were as foreign to him as the colors which decorated her body, it was difficult to discern why they were there. He'd never felt like this before. He'd never felt before, period. Emotions were for the weak and got you killed.
"Sleep well," Malik said in low tones. He continued to stroke her hip, thigh, and belly. "Sleep in peace."
Alex feigned sleep while her mind worked a mile a minute. She had never felt so keyed up or on the edge of losing it in her entire life.
She'd heard his words. She'd recognized the inherent confusion in them.
It was exactly how she felt.
What were they to each other? Malik had mentioned a dreamstate-apparently the dreams she'd had of him...they'd shared them together? This made no sense. And yet she was certain she'd heard him say that very thing.
Fija had spoken of destinies and prophecies, of an Alexandria the Great of Methuselah who was to lead the Takuri from bondage and fear to a world free of those restraints. What if she was right? What if, as insane as it had sounded at the time Fija had said she was the one, Alex was that prophesized leader? Weirder things had happened as of late.
If it was true, she thought with a heavy heart, then it could very well be her destiny to slay the dragon lying next to her in the bed. It was easier to slay the dragon you didn't know than the one who kept you warm every night.
It was easier to make war on evil than on a creature who, in the "dreamstate", you had grown to care for.
Unfortunately, it wasn't just in the dreamstate. She was growing to care for him out of it, too. For all his bl.u.s.ter, he had been shockingly kind to her these past couple of weeks. Gentle, even. Forcing her at dinner to recognize that he was there, to touch him and bring him to climax, had only brought all kinds of crazy emotions bubbling to the surface.
Feelings that had been there already. Feelings that had been dormant, but real nevertheless.
She had spent months with him in the nighttime before they'd met in the flesh. So much time that she had more or less been able to antic.i.p.ate his every move once the dreams had become reality. They had shared a connection there just as they shared an inexplicable one here.
Alex's eyes flicked open in the darkness. She stared at nothing as she lay there, the feel of his reptilian hand gently stroking her hip, thigh, and belly provoking carnal sensations inside of her that she'd rather not experience.
You could roll over and offer yourself to him. What would it hurt? Just one time...
Closing her eyes, she vowed to fight the bizarre need she felt to be as close to him as possible. If there was such a thing as fate, Alex didn't want to become any more emotionally entwined with the enemy than what she already was.
"It's got to be this way."
"You are certain?"
"No. But I'm as sure as I can be."
"We don't have time for mistakes, male! If you're not certain then-"
Vlad blocked out the familiar sound of Fija and Peac.o.c.k arguing and concentrated on the gauge he was holding in his hand. Other than munitions, it was the only piece of equipment he'd managed to salvage from the body of Methuselah II-an aircraft that had presumably been blown to bits with the sea predator.
The gauge had been small enough to slip into his pocket, so Vlad had taken it. What it was now saying made no sense at all. Concentrating on the tiny, highly advanced machine in his hand, he did a quick check to make sure there was no malfunction.
It was operating correctly. He swallowed heavily.
"Hey!" John shouted, gaining everyone's attention. "Would you two stop fighting already! It's getting on my nerves!"
A female warrior harrumphed in such a way to let everyone know she agreed. Fija glanced up at her, scowled, then relented.
"Let us go," the Amazon barked. "And let us hope the male knows what he is about."
Vlad used the back of his hand to swipe perspiration from his brow. For now he would keep what information he'd just acquired to himself.
The machine was malfunctioning. It had to be.
Part IV:
Into The Darkness