Alpha Hunter (18 page)

“How did you…” He’d commanded her response as if by—magic? Tingles continued to zing through her
, creating a sense of euphoria. She no longer cared if he’d used some sort of spell. Nothing had ever felt so amazing.

Her head was still spinning when he separated their bodies and flipped her over. He drew up her hips and waited for her to fold her legs beneath her before he thrust back into her slick passage. “Yes!” He clasped her hips and resumed his steady thrusting.

She missed being able to see his face, but the position had other advantages. Each drive filled her more deeply and rubbed across a place inside her that electrified her senses. She’d heard stories about the G-spot, but Blayne was her first lover to actually find it.

Tossing her head, she sent her hair flying. She felt wild and desirable, free to express her pleasure. She tightened her inner muscles and he gasped, so she did it again.

“Keep that up and this will be over before it’s begun.”

She laughed. She’d already
had one orgasm and was nearly there again. If they weren’t long past the beginning, she was in serious trouble.

He pulled her up, pressing her back to his front. He was still inside her, but made no move to reestablish his rhythm. He cupped her breasts and teased her nipples then ran both hands down her sides. “Your body is amazing. I’ll never tire of touching you.”
One of his arms banded her waist while his other hand explored her sex. She was stretched tight around his shaft and his gentle touches only accented how completely he filled her. “Give me your mouth.”

She turned her head and angled her torso so their
lips could meet. The position was awkward, but she didn’t care. Their mouths met and meshed, tongues sliding and curling around each other. He anchored her hips against him with one arm as his other hand rebuilt her arousal. His long middle finger settled over her clit, caressing her in gentle circles. Tension gathered beneath his fingertip increasing with each careful rotation.

Uncertainty rippled through the pleasure. He was doing it again, controlling her body as if he were a puppet master and she a helpless marionette. She tore her mouth away from his, panting harshly. “How are you…
”

“It’s not magic
, love. It’s our link. I can sense your emotions and feel what you feel. I know when something gives you pleasure and when it doesn’t. No mind tricks or compulsions.”

Needing to see his face, she wiggled away and turned around. They were both still kneeling and she felt less vulnerable. “I sense your emotions too, but I don’t feel what you feel.”
Actually, she had for just a moment the day before, but the phenomenon hadn’t happened again.

“Your mind is still guarded. You’ll sense me more clearly as you learn to trust me.”

She started to protest that she did trust him, but there was no point lying to herself. She wanted to trust him, was trying to trust him, but she wasn’t there yet.

He cupped the side of her face and titled her chin with his thumb. “You’ve made incredible progress. I’m amazed at how open you are. Take your time. There’s no reason to rush this. We have the rest of our lives to—” He lowered his arm. “Sorry. I only meant that you have as much time as you need.”

She smiled and echoed his touch, pressing her hand to the side of his face. “I can’t promise you forever. My life doesn’t seem to work that way. But I understand that this is special. I don’t want to screw it up.”

Turning his head, he kissed the center of her palm then smiled into her eyes. “I can work with that.”
He scooted to the edge of the bed and sat then lowered his feet to the floor. “Come here.” He held out his hand and craned his neck so he could see her.

It was obvious what he had in mind. She crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Was he trying to keep things interesting or was he avoiding the missionary position?
Her memories often flared when she was flat on her back, so it was probably a wise precaution.

He bent to her breasts before she could rejoin their bodies. She was about to object when his lips latched on and sent pleasure lancing between her thighs. She moaned and dropped her head back, arching into the kiss. Then his hand was between her thighs and he was rubbing her sex with something hot and blunt and—his cock, he was caressing her folds with the tip of his cock, teasing her clit in the process.

“In me,” she pleaded. “I need you back inside me.”

“Like this?” He parted her folds and positioned himself at her entrance.

Rather than play his game, she grabbed his shoulders and lowered her body onto his. The angle was perfect and her descent was fast and deep. They both groaned as her inner muscles gripped his thickness. “Like that,” she countered with a triumphant grin.

“Are you always so impatient?” He grasped her hips with both hands
, keeping her from moving.

“Impatient?” She laughed. “We started this back on Earth. I think two days of foreplay is enough for anyone.”

“Good point.” He moved his hands to the bed behind him and stared into her eyes. “Ride me.”

More than happy to obey that particular command, she raised and lowered her hips, experimenting with motion and angle until she found the perfect combination to drive them both crazy. Her breasts jostled and she braced herself against his chest, her back slightly arched. She was in control, using his amazing body to pleasure her own. The realization was heady and liberating. He wanted her enough to release control to her, at least temporarily.

She took him deep again and again, each penetration sending a fresh rush of sensation through her entire body. This still felt wrong, as if something vital was missing. She didn’t want to take from him, she wanted to share this with him. “Move with me.”

His hands moved to her hips, shifting the ang
le of his cock inside her. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the rasp of her nipples against his chest. He moved against and into her, combining the upward thrust of his hips with the rolling motion of hers.

She wanted to savor their first time, to make it last as long as possible, but her body had other ideas. Her inner muscles fluttered and her womb clenched, signaling the onset of her next orgasm.

“Don’t fight it.” He panted against her cheek, his hips bucking frantically. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

She slammed down over him, taking his entire length deep into her body. Her pleasure burst with staggering force. She clung to him, her face buried in his damp hair as pleasure pulsed through her and into him.

He cried out sharply and followed her over, his cock jerking as his seed released. For just a moment, she felt his pleasure, understood how their link was supposed to function. They were meant to be one, sharing every sensation, every thought, every emotion equally.

All too soon her muscles relaxed and her mind reengaged. Her end of the link shrank, constricting the flow to a manageable trickle. She understood the difference now and she was saddened by her own cowardice.

He framed her face with his hands and kissed her mouth. “We’ll get there, love. I’m not in a hurry.”

She laughed, her mind twisting his meaning. “Any man who can keep me simmering for two days is definitely not in a hurry.”

“Are you complaining? Give me a minute to catch my breath and I’ll show you how impatient I can be.”

She wiggled closer and tightened herself around his burgeoning length. “Your minute starts right now.”

* * * * *

The next
week passed in a flurry of activity. Each day was focused on helping Angie acquire as much control over her abilities as possible before they returned to Earth. Their nights were a dazzling combination of demanding passion and tenderness. They never spoke of love, but Angie could feel Blayne’s affection maturing into something deeper than physical attraction. She thought he was a wonderful teacher and an exceptional lover, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever want more. This was an affair, an enjoyable interlude. Still, she had no doubt it would eventually end. Her relationships always did.

Drakkin release
d the temporal element in Angie’s gift twelve days after she arrived on Bilarri. He joined them in the common room of their suite, which had become their primary training room. She’d had Blayne in her mind so often in the previous days that Drakkin’s presence wasn’t nearly as upsetting as it had been the first time. He was quick and professional, sweeping in with surgical precision and channeling energy into the area of her gift that was still latent.

“Why were my powers bound in the first place?” She rubbed her temples, hoping the lingering throb would abate.

“They weren’t actually bound,” Drakkin told her. “They were latent, present but inactive. Ontarian children start scanning their minds as soon as they’re old enough to understand the concept. If they sense a potential ability in themselves, they can often activate their own gift. If not, a parent or family friend will energize the gift as soon as they deem the child old enough, and responsible enough, to master the skill. On Earth the possibility that you might have this sort of ability never occurred to you so your gift remained dormant.”

“Thank you, sir.” Blayne moved closer to Angie as Drakkin prepared to leave.

“She’s made remarkable progress. Keep up the good work.”

Angie smiled.
With typical Mystic arrogance, Drakkin had offered the compliment to Blayne rather than her. True, she hadn’t even realized she had magic powers until she met Blayne, but she’d worked her ass off to overcome her own disbelief and master each skill he’d introduced to her.

“He didn’t mean anything by it,” Blayne assured her after Drakkin left the
common room.

She arched her brows
, suddenly ready for a fight. “You better be responding to my annoyed expression. You know the rules. The only time you’re allowed in my mind—”

“Is when I’m inside
you.” He finished the stipulation in a sexy whisper as he pulled her into his arms.

She slapped his hand away
from her ass and wiggled out of reach. “None of that until today’s lesson has been completed to my satisfaction.”

“To
your
satisfaction?” He chuckled. “I’m the teacher. Shouldn’t I determine when the lesson is over?”

“All right.
You can determine how long we go now, but I decide when I’m satisfied tonight.”

His brows shot up, mocking her earlier expression. “Have you been left
wanting in my arms?”

“You
know the answer to that. Do you need to hear it?”

“I’d rather
…” Despite their playful banter, disappointment flickered in his gaze.

He’d rather
have her trust him enough to accept the unrestricted link. Then she wouldn’t have to tell him how she felt; he’d experience it right along with her. She didn’t need to be psychic to understand what he’d been about to say. He could sense her emotions when she was lost in passion or extremely upset, but as soon as she calmed down, her side of their connection compressed again. And worst of all, she wasn’t doing it intentionally. She’d tried to expand the link, to give him deeper access to her mind. Nothing happened. He was convinced it was a subconscious protective mechanism and that it would release gradually as she learned to trust him. He’d been careful not to pressure her, but it was obvious he was ready for more than she was willing, perhaps able, to give.

Before she could find words to express her frustration, he switched back to mentor mode.
“Manipulating the temporal stream is not significantly different than projecting your consciousness through space.”

The casual statement made her laugh. She couldn’t help it.
She’d finally accepted that she was on a different planet and that aliens really did exist. She was even starting to get used to the idea of being more than human. But each time she found her footing he threw a new obstacle in her path. “Do you understand how absurd that sounds? Interplanetary voyeurism is surreal enough. Now you want me to screw with time?”

“Farseeing, even
temporal farseeing, is a passive gift. You’re basically recon. That’s why most people don’t react when you enter their minds. Instinctively they know you can’t hurt them.”

“Then what good is my ability?”
And why was she working so hard to perfect her control over it?

“
Accurate information is vital to most situations. Military missions, scientific research, even personal choices all begin with data. Farseers are able to provide information when no one else can. Passive doesn’t mean unimportant.”

She nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”

“So far you’ve used one person’s perspective to keep the connection anchored. I want to see if you can head hop, move from one person to another within the same scene.”

“All right.” It didn’t seem to matter how outlandish his suggestions sounded, somehow, he always found a way to help her succeed. “What do you want me to do?”

“The list is endless.” A sexy smile slowly curved his lips and she detected a subtle rotation in his eyes.

“You never explained the eye thing.”

“The eye thing?”
He chuckled and stable concentric rings formed within his eyes again.