Creations 3: Creating Chemistry (2 page)
“Nu, think about what I said. Because I don’t think I can wait much longer. I haven’t touched another woman since we met her. And I won’t. Think on that.”
Set left and Nu stared hard at his retreating back.
Fuck.
Nu wanted her even more now than he had before. Aroused and in denial, he wondered what to do about Anin, the woman, who it appeared, instinctively appealed to his desire to breed. When a Ragga found himself fixated on a female, it was normally due to a hormonal need to procreate the line.
Must be why I can’t stop thinking about her.
But nature’s call to reproduce didn’t account for Nu’s growing feelings for the soft-spoken Creation. A woman who shouldn’t exist, but who was already under his skin. Hell, he didn’t remember being this wrapped up in Lita.
Scowling at thoughts of his wife, now dead these many years, the euphoria that had filled Nu just moments before faded into melancholy. He stomped towards his quarters, less inclined to believe in Anin’s compatibility than before.
Nu had loved and lost a woman born on his own planet. A woman who understood the strength of a Ragga, who had tried to tolerate his special needs, if not with enthusiasm, then at least with acceptance. So why did Anin figure so prominently in his dreams? Why wish to see her helpless, his for the taking as he disciplined her? To see her slick from his cum as he possessed her in every way, or rosy and round with his child? What made her so damned perfect in his fantasies?
It has to be those fucking Creation pheromones
, he convinced himself, ignoring why he wanted the answers to his questions so very badly.
Anin wrung her hands waiting for Set. She thought she’d done everything right. By the stars, Nu tasted so good. She felt on fire when she touched him, her body thrumming with an odd power when she tasted his seed. She’d pleasured him, but it wasn’t enough. Because he hadn’t expressed such pleasure? Or was there something more?
Set entered with a frown. When she saw it, she felt heartsick. She’d done her best. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so pushy? But Nu had been avoiding her since that first kiss a few days ago. Set had agreed this was the only way...
“Oh, Anin. Don’t look so upset.” Set smiled.
“Why were you frowning?”
“Because my brother is a stupid
drun
locked in the past. He still can’t see that he made a mistake... Hell, never mind. I came in here to thank you.”
She blinked, suffused with pleasure. “It worked?”
“Oh yeah.” Set shifted and she noted his obvious arousal. Like Nu, he had rejected her subtle hints to bestow sexual pleasure. But with Set, she thought it had more to do with Nu’s refusal of enjoyment. As if he wanted Nu to experience it first. “Anin? Can I ask you a question? A personal question?”
“Of course.” She instinctively looked to the floor and waited.
Set stepped close, towering over her, and his power set her aflame. As usual, she had to work to control her pheromones—a Creation’s best defence. She’d been equipped with the chemical equivalent of a sex bomb. By releasing her special scent into the air, she could draw enemies to her, making them vulnerable and needy under the influence of her pheromones. At times like these, when she wanted male companionship so badly, it was all she could do to hold onto herself.
When Set’s fingers cupped her chin and tilted her face up, she gasped.
His smile felt like fingers all over her sex. Wet warmth filled her, and she squirmed under his touch. “You like to serve, don’t you? To submit to a master?”
“Yes.” She trembled, joyous he understood.
“Your Handler. Did he rape you?”
The bluntness of his question took her aback. “Synster?” He’d been the same size as Anin, but human. Weak and snivelling. Still, she’d called him ‘Master’, as she’d been trained to do since inception. “My Handler never raped me.”
“So you liked sex with him?”
“No.” She stared into Set’s burning orange eyes, orbs full of passion, of fire. “I liked the act of sex, the intimacy it created. Synster was selfish. He never cared about my pleasure.” She blushed, pleased that she’d criticised her dead Handler without remorse. “He made sure I had no thoughts of my own. But I’m learning...”
“Yes?” Set stroked her cheeks.
“I’m learning to ask for what I want.”
“You liked my order to suck Nu, didn’t you?” Set asked with lazy amusement.
“I did.”
“But you’re not satisfied. I see your tight nipples. Your quivering belly.” Set palmed her mound, touching her the way she’d wished him to for weeks. “You liked tasting him, didn’t you?”
“I did,” she breathed, enraptured by Set’s rough hand. She loved the strength in his frame, the hardy dominance bleeding through his every pore.
“But you didn’t come.”
“What?”
“You didn’t orgasm.”
She bit her lip. “Oh. I never come.”
Set froze. “Never? You’ve never touched yourself here?”
She shook her head. “I was trained not to. I have no urge to touch the place between my legs. I’ve studied about sex, in several cultures actually. I know what the experience should feel like, but I can’t reach it myself. Is this a great failing?” She worried Set would think less of her.
His smile was slow in coming, but it lit the room. “Then are you in for a treat, Anin. My little submissive, come with me.”
Chapter Two
Set felt so at home, so incredibly right in this role, it made him question how he’d ever shared sex with anyone else. Unlike Nu, he’d never thought to marry without his brother. He knew, deep down, that only one woman would satisfy him
and
Nu, together. Like their fathers and grandfathers before them. It was a fading Ragga tradition, but many had enjoyed sharing a woman between strong, bonded males. Not just for breeding, but in a committed relationship.
Anin completed their picture. She fit, whether Nu wanted to accept that or not. By Vas’ Hammer, what Set wanted to do to her...
“Take off your shift.” He thrilled at seeing her in it. Though they’d found her clothes to wear, she preferred the overlarge shirts he’d lent her when she’d first boarded.
She removed it and waited, her head bowed.
“Watch me, Anin. I want you to watch everything I do to you.” He removed his shirt.
Her eyes widened as she took in his broad chest. Her nipples puckered and a faint ripple filled the room, making his cock harden even more, were that possible.
Shit, her scent
. From what Anin had said, she had an ability to fog the minds of enemies by luring them with that heavenly smell. It put him into a full-out rut.
“Keep your scent close for a bit longer, honey.” He had to clear his throat to continue. She looked like a siren with that pout.
“It’s hard,” she whispered.
“I know.”
And getting harder every second.
“But this is for you. I want to show you what you’ve been missing.”
She blinked in confusion but nodded.
“Now sit on the edge of the bed and lay back.” The long contraption wasn’t comfortable, but it was big enough for two people. Well, two normal people. Considering his bulk and Anin’s small frame, they should fit just fine. “Spread your legs.”
She spread her thighs and he sighed. Her pussy was wet.
“I’m going to taste you, Anin. Nothing I do will harm you. You’re safe with me,” he reassured her, wondering what her previous experiences had been like.
“I know,” she said quietly. “I trust you, Set.”
His heart hammered as he approached the bed and sank to his knees. He ran his hands up and down the silky expanse of her calves, then her thighs. She caught her breath as he continued to run his hands toward her groin, halting before he touched her denuded lips.
Unable to stop himself, he pressed his mouth along the trail his hands had made. Soft, stroking tongue, tasting her smooth, clean skin. Fuck, she even tasted sweet.
I’m not going to last long at all.
Groaning, he continued his path up her knees and higher, until he met her wet, heated centre. He paused, prolonging the pleasure. “How does it feel, Anin?”
“So good,” she gasped. “I want...”
“What, baby? What do you want?” He teased her pussy lips by kissing the crease where her thigh met her groin.
“Oh. More. More kisses, Set.”
Set gave her what she wanted. He pressed his mouth to her clit and kissed. He had to hold her down when she cried out and bucked.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned.
He heard the door slide open, heard Nu’s worried, “What’s wrong?” but couldn’t stop himself. Set continued to kiss her, licking her cream in earnest.
“Oh shit.” Nu groaned and left the room in the same breath.
Set grinned and sucked Anin’s clit while he stroked her legs. Such firm muscle tone on a petite frame. Yet for all her slimness, Anin had a curvy ass and full tits, mounds he planned to tend to as soon as he got her off the first time. Varying his pressure over her sex, Set licked and nipped, then ground his lips over her until her erratic breathing matched his. He slid a finger inside her tight channel.
“Please, Sir,” she begged. “More. Fuck me harder.”
Hearing ‘Sir’, Set nearly came. He loved to dominate, and to find a natural submissive he not only found attractive but cared for, made him want to take her through her paces now.
“How much harder?” he rasped, no longer capable of waiting.
“Please.” She squirmed under his mouth.
He removed his hand and slid his tongue toward her ass, lubing her with her own cream. Returning to her clit, he sucked hard and shoved two fingers deep.
“Yes,” she breathed, clutching at the sheets.
She bucked and shoved into his mouth. His cock was so fucking hard it hurt. Set growled and shoved those two fingers deep again, this time adding another to her ass. It slid through easily, telling him what he’d wanted to know. His Anin wasn’t a virgin in any way. Vas had answered his prayers.
“Set,” she screamed as she came, flooding his mouth with her sweet arousal. He licked and swallowed, consuming her like a feast.
So damned good.
She trembled as she came down off her high, and Set licked her one final time and rose. He positioned her in the middle of the bed, bracing himself as he blanketed her body. Her pupils were dilated with lust, her eyes almost completely gold.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered thickly.
So mine.
She smiled slowly, her grin so sultry and knowing he found himself humping her through his trousers. “Do you want to come in me?”
“Fuck yes.”
“You want to ram it deep, to spill your seed inside my pussy?”
Such frank words from that sweet mouth. The contradiction had him easing open his trousers despite his intention to make this all for her.
“Yes.”
But what if she’s in her breeding time?
Not the right question to ask himself. Because the thought of her carrying his young shot his control all to hell. Reason lost to instinct. Set forgot about everything but staking his claim.
He reached between them and encountered Anin’s hand.
“Let me,” she whispered.
The touch of her hand over him was indescribable.
“Anin, baby, I’m gonna come all over you if you don’t —” He shuddered, controlling his urge to thrust hard. “Put me inside you.”
She brought his tip to her heat and he took over. With one hard thrust he sank deep.
“Oh, Set.” She grabbed his neck and held on as he pounded into her.
“That’s it. Good girl. Take what I give you, all of it.” He gritted his teeth as he neared his end. Her tits bounced as he rammed harder and harder, the pretty little peaks so tight and pink. He wanted to bite them, to suck them until she climaxed again. But he couldn’t stop, not now.
“Oh yes. Yes, Anin, take me now.” He thrust so hard he felt as if he’d fused them together. Blowing inside her, he throbbed and jetted, the release so pleasurable it brought tears to his eyes. They stayed locked for a full minute while he spent, his cum beginning to slide down her legs as he relaxed into her.
“So much,” she sighed. “You must have been without a long time.”
A month, but for a Ragga, that was a long time. It made the pleasure so much greater though, to feel his mate around him. The joining wouldn’t be nearly so long had he taken just any female. A way to relieve the ache but not the need to procreate. And if she was in her breeding time...
Oh shit.
“Anin?” he said in a hoarse voice. “Honey, I need to ask you something.”
“Yes, Sir?”
He withdrew only to thrust back inside her when his cock throbbed with need. To his shock, he orgasmed again. A well of ecstasy rippled through his body, spurts of seed mingling with what he’d already left.
“Hmm, you’re so strong.” Anin caressed the nape of his neck and moaned. “So powerful.”
“I need to ask you something.” His head felt fuzzy, his body as light as a feather as he floated over feminine perfection. “It can wait.” He nuzzled her cheek, then kissed her on the mouth. “Your lips are so soft.”
She licked his lips. “I taste me.”
“You taste like ambrosia,” he breathed. “So salty-sweet when you came over my lips. Did it feel good, baby?”
She closed her eyes and smiled in wonder. “It was like nothing I could have imagined. It was incredible. And addicting.” She ran a hand up his side, her touch muted by his trousers. “Did I please you, Sir?”
The minx. “You know you did. You’re a bit arrogant for a sub. I think I’m going to have to punish you.” He flexed inside her, wishing he could find his erection again so soon. But after that orgasm and that, well, that second, shocking orgasm, he was bone dry.
“Yes, please, Sir. I was bad.”
Set chuckled and hugged her tight. She was his, and as soon as his idiot brother stopped wallowing in useless guilt, Nu’s as well. Anin would make the perfect wife. She had the right temperament, gorgeous looks, and a giving soul. A woman with the physical strength to handle a Ragga and the inner vulnerability to need what he and Nu could give her.
Though it probably wasn’t right to claim her so soon after she’d won her independence from the damn lab that had created her, Set had intention of playing fair. A better man would give her time, let her adjust to a new world to make her own decisions. But Set never claimed to be a good man, and Anin wasn’t a typical woman. A female created to submit. Her entire structure depended upon pleasing others.