Bay's Mercenary [Unearthly World Book 1] (10 page)

“How many times can
you, uh, go and wash before your need is too great?” she asked with a cheeky
grin.

“Perhaps a week, maybe
less, days, a day; I’m sorry but having you so close is wreaking havoc within
me. I’m beginning to wonder if that’s why our females stay away. With you so
close and available, mating is all I can think about. It could be worse because
our females are approaching. Touching you has become my world.”

Bay smiled up at
him and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. He had stripped before she
made it to his bed. Zane’s people traded for many interesting things and of the
many items, he owned a bolt of fabric given to him by a
weasely
little creature who had begged for his life. The creature had been pitiful. His
co-creatures had been destroyed, and Zane had found him cowering in a tunnel.

Zane and the other
warriors had been given great wealth by the people of the planet to exterminate
the weasels; they were thieves, made nuisances of
themselves
and caused a great deal of destruction. Zane had been killing the creatures all
day and finally felt his need for battle at an end. The weasel creature tore at
the cave walls trying to escape him, but there was nowhere it could hide. In a
corner, Zane saw the beautiful shiny fabric. He had never seen such material
and realized the planets occupants had been holding out on them.

The fine green
color was a deeper green than he had ever laid eyes on. Zane had scooped it up,
smiled wryly at the little creature and left it alone. The planet could deal
with it. Also, Zane had shown the material to Titus who immediately ‘bargained’
for more. The fabric was coveted because of its texture and beauty.

Zane fingered the
wrap Bay wore around her waist and breasts made of the same material. Bay was
more beautiful than the fabric. She looked stunning in it with her dark-as-night
hair falling almost to her waist. It brought out the color of her dark eyes and
pink skin. Underneath her wrap she wore nothing, and with a simple twist, the
fabric opened, revealing all of her to him. The strange, dark markings Bay
called bruises had almost disappeared, and Zane traced the last of them with
his finger.

“Do they hurt?” he
asked.

“Not anymore.”

“If ever I find
the
Tonan
who did this to you, I will kill him.”

“It’s not easy to
kill a
Tonan
.”

“A
Tonan’s
claws and talons can’t penetrate my flesh; we can
both fight for hours, but I know their weakness. If I fight a
Tonan
in the dark, his shield will eventually falter; my
claws can then penetrate his flesh. It’s why they don’t attack my world. It
stays dark here a great deal of the time. Some of our seasons can be very dark;
besides, they don’t want our females.”

“They want Earth
females.”

“They can’t have
you.”

Bay pushed at
Zane’s chest and he fell over onto his back chuckling. His need to dominate had
been sated the night before; his body knew she was no threat and he could pin
her anytime he chose. For now he lay still wondering what she wanted. Zane
almost sat upright when her small fingers closed around his shaft. Up and down
she stroked him.

“What are you
doing?” he asked and couldn’t stop himself from swallowing hard. “It wouldn’t
be wise to try and dominate me.”

“I want to arouse
you.”

“You can feel I
already am.”

“There’s aroused
and then there’s holy shit aroused.”

Laying there with
her hand working him, he wondered at her words. He could flip her over and take
her, but the waiting and feeling was pleasurable, too. Bay moved her way down
his body, closer to her goal. Zane watched her and when her mouth was poised
over his cock, he almost tossed her off. His flesh was hard, but his shaft
could be somewhat vulnerable. Bay sucked him into her mouth, and Zane thought
he would battle cry.

“
Holy shit,”
he bellowed.

Bay stopped what
she was doing, looked at him and smiled.
“Told you.”

She went back to
what she had been doing. Zane had no idea a female would do this. Even if he
had dominated one of his own
kind
, he couldn’t imagine
allowing a
Zargonnii
female’s sharp, pointed teeth
near there. Bay’s fingers were rubbing at his round sacks, and Zane gripped the
sheets into his fists and squeezed. He couldn’t take much more. For a second,
he felt her teeth and remembered hers were dull on the bottom. Even if she bit
hard, she would never hurt him. Though she tried to keep her teeth from him, he
realized he was just too large; and the feeling was amazing, nerve boggling.
Her idea of
holy shit
would be his
undoing.

“Bay,” he couldn’t
help it, her name came out as a warning. Too much of her foreplay too fast
could be dangerous for her, even her teeth on him was unintimidating and
arousing. He was beyond aroused,
damn he
was beyond holy shit aroused
; he had wanted her under him again certain he
could be gentle and keep his weight from crushing her, now he wasn’t so sure.
Battle mating was so different from what Bay did, it seemed as though she were
designed for pleasure, every beautiful inch of her. When he touched her he
didn’t have any urge to fight. His hands were so strong, and she was so
vulnerable, a new instinct seemed to kick in.

“You have the most
magnificent cock I’ve ever seen, and your balls are amazing.”

Zane had no idea
words could be arousing; when she used powerful and massive to describe him, it
was all he could do not to puff with pride. These words were no less satisfying,
and Zane was over the moon that this female thought of him in such a way.

Bay climbed onto
him sideways and pushed her leg under one of his own, leaving his head facing
the top of the bed, hers facing the bottom. He thrust up into her wet heat when
her other leg settled over top of the same leg. She groaned from the force of
his penetration. Zane turned them both further sideways and grabbed her ankle
to pull her higher; she wrapped her arms around his leg and clung tight as he
pumped into her. With his other leg pressed tight to her and his one hand
holding her rounded behind, Zane moved faster. Bay was crying out, captured
between his legs, her mouth was open to gasp in air and all Zane could think of
was what she had done to him and how good it felt. Zane determined those perfect
teeth of hers would pleasure him again—and again, soon.

Thinking about her
mouth on him made him come hard, he roared his release and still he kept
thumping into her. Bay was moaning; her grip on him loosened. Zane pulled his
body up and shifted her onto her back, slipping from her, her legs splayed in
invitation and Zane dragged his body over her. Bay arched up to meet him when
he thrust back into her heat. She was wet with his seed but tight. Zane clasped
her wrists over her head in one hand and lifted her hips with his other, moving
for the both of them.

It was hard not to
change with his passion; he could feel the beast in him fighting to get out,
but he wouldn’t hurt Bay to satisfy a primitive need.
If he
could only think of a way to not crush her.
The position she had placed
them in earlier was good, but his legs would be too heavy. If he pulled her to
the bottom of the bed, he would be on both legs and would thrust too hard. It
was killing Zane. With the females of his kind coming closer, the smell of
their heat high in the air, and Bay so willing and available, he was in
overdrive with his need.

“Zane, my wrists,”
Bay cried out.

Zane released her;
he had been thinking too hard and squeezing too tight.

“Bay, we need a
better position—we need it now,” his tone was urgent.

“You’re changing?”
she whispered. “Your eyes are glowing.”

“It’s still me,
Bay. It’s just a bigger me—the warrior me. I don’t feel the need to battle;
even if you were a
Zargonnii
female I dominated and
won against, I wouldn’t need to battle her anymore. It’s the way I’m made. I
won’t hurt you. I’m so aroused with the thought that even your teeth are vulnerable
and pleasurable.”

“You can’t be on
top of me.”

“I know, I promise
I can control that, but you must help me find a way. Bay you’re so
everything
to me.”

“Sit up.”

Zane pulled from
her and thought he would die; he thought she was going to run and hide. He
would end up tearing his house apart; he would need to find and battle a
cyron
. Bay struggled to her knees and Zane helped her; he
wouldn’t stop her. But Bay didn’t run, she slipped her leg over his waist and
guided him back in. Zane almost bellowed in relief; she wasn’t afraid—he wasn’t
lying, he was the same person in battle mode just bigger and stronger. He
determined to be gentler than he had ever been in his life because she trusted
him.

In this position,
with her sitting on his lap, Zane had control. His hands gripped her hips, and
he plunged her up and down repeatedly. He kept his claws from her tender flesh.
He made certain her cries were of pleasure and want, not fright; and from the
back of his throat came a crooning sound to ease any fears. The tone came
naturally; he would have used it on a
Zargonnii
female if he had dominated her to let her know she was in no danger. Zane
didn’t know how he knew—he just did. It was as natural as breathing. The tone
was harder than the crooning he used on a baby; the pitch made Zane feel
powerful as well as protective. If he battled and won against a
Zargonnii
female, she would be under his protection for the
duration—he being the stronger of the two. Bay relaxed against him as he slowed
his movements. Her hands trailed up and down his back; her cheek pressed
against his hard, taut flesh.

Zane’s skin was so
hard almost nothing could penetrate it, but he could feel her fingers, feel the
warmth in her palms. It was as though his skin allowed this touch. Bay couldn’t
hurt him physically and his body was well aware of it—completely aware of it;
his instincts demanded he pull her closer and trail his hands over her soft
skin. He couldn’t get enough.

Bay moaned and
gasped and cried out; her warmth washed over his shaft. The first orgasm she
experienced during their first mating had startled Zane. He didn’t know a
female climaxed. A
Zargonnii
female didn’t need to in
order to conceive, and for the life of him, Zane couldn’t remember if the
female he mated with had climaxed—he didn’t think so. The little human female
he now bounced upon his large shaft not only climaxed once but again, then again.
Bay’s arms drooped to her sides. Feeling chagrinned, Zane realized it wasn’t
him being the dominant that exhausted her into submission—she was sexed into
it.

Sated, Zane lay
back with her on top of him. There was a strange feeling in his chest as his
hand stroked her hair. It was close to the feeling he had for
Draven
, pure, sweet,
protective
.
Zane would die to protect his son—he realized he would die for Bay as well. He
lay there wondering if this was what Bay meant when they ‘made love.’ Did they
make
love, or was it created from
feelings? It was something to ponder while Bay now slept curled in his arms.

* * * *

Bay sat and
watched the rain teeming down; it still made her feel a bit wary because of
what she had went through on Earth, but Zane was wonderful, he had gone into
detail about what she could expect season-wise on his planet. His patience and
understanding made her want him close even more; he was the most wonderful
person in the world—any world. She and
Draven
were
playing a game on the floor in the main room. The game was a lot like playing
Jacks but with bigger pieces to accommodate the
Zargonnii’s
large hands.
Draven
won every time. Bay reached over
to hug him after his fourth win.
Draven
almost
toppled her over in his enthusiasm to hug her back. The child was used to his
father’s affection, but Bay was more open, and
Draven
couldn’t get enough.

Draven
set the game up to play again.
He was home for the Holidays that Zane explained in great detail. With the
females’ approach came certain danger and all male children were to stay inside
for the two weeks of mating while the males in their cycle went looking to
mate.
Draven
had been worried his father would leave
him, but Bay saw the child’s relief when Zane had told him no—he didn’t think
he would ever feel the need to be with a
Zargonnii
female ever again. He had winked at Bay.

When the front
door crashed open, Bay screamed and both Zane and
Draven
grew while jumping to their feet. To all of their surprises,
Blu
came
flying into their home.
He looked rattled.

“Where is she?”
Blu
yelled.

“
Blu
?”
Bay asked; she hadn’t
seen him in weeks.

Blu
strode over to her, but Zane
intercepted him. “What are you doing?”