Discovery (Hybrid Book 1) (15 page)

Even though she hadn’t drunk more than half the dose, her dilated pupils and the increase of her berry like scent told him the drug had done its job already. As they didn’t know that much about her physiology, he decided she’d had enough.

Taking her glass, she set it down on the table. It was time to move on with the next part of the plan, one that he’d thought he’d be reluctant to carry out, but was now definitely looking forward to

His initial reluctance had been mainly due to his culture’s obsession with genetic purity. If it had just involved sleeping with her, it would have been far easier.

Like most well-bred Kalzirians, he carried an identity card, proving his genetic health and genealogy. Proving your pure lineage was usually part of any social interaction, particularly one that might lead to more intimate relationships. It was essential before any permanent arrangements that might include children at some point. Wanting to ‘flash your card,’ at someone was a common euphemism for being attracted to someone on Kalzir.

Having sex with someone who didn’t even have a card, was a socially taboo act, akin to mating with an animal, or an immediate family member. All his previous partners had been certified pure blood Kalzirians. His family had always prided themselves on the quality of their own genetic heritage, and even their employees demonstrated a high degree of genetic quality.

It had been a big step to agree to his uncle’s plans for him and the talented alien. Yes he’d agreed that a child with both true Kalzirian heritage and the healing ability would be an enormous political advantage, but he’d argued that it didn’t have to be him? Tamas’ case had centred on the fact that Tenset’s high social status would counteract hers to a certain extent, plus his outstanding reputation as a lady’s man.

Tenset hadn’t had a counter argument. Many of his ‘conquests’ had been previous assignments for political or other advantages for the family name.  Admittedly, he enjoyed the chase.

Even the lady-in-waiting to Lady Harmon who was adding the contraceptive to the couple’s wine was only doing so because Tenset was sleeping with her. The blonde girl was from a minor noble family and she was willing to do just about anything to keep the Great Lord Tenset interested in her. He hadn’t promised marriage, but then again, he’d never said he wouldn’t.

Tenset knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on with Tamas’ ‘you’ve done it before, you’ll do it again, argument’. However, going with a woman who wasn’t even entirely human had almost been a request too far. That was, until he’d met her, now he couldn’t wait to have her. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone before, it was a combination of teenage horniness, and an overwhelming urge to possess and protect her. If his uncle burst in right now and told him he didn’t have to do this, he would have told him to bugger off.

As much as he wanted to just pull her clothes off and sink into her, before taking her scent from her core, he knew that she was totally inexperienced. Slow was the name of the game, although he didn’t quite know how he was going to manage it as he had blue balls already.

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omething in the way Tenset looked at her when he turned back to her, after placing their glasses safely on the table, gave her a pulse of electricity. Was she just another, if more exotic, notch on his bedpost? She decided she didn’t care. At this moment, he was hers, and if another female tried to take him from her, she’d better have her own pet healer standing by.

Tenset held her gaze with an intimacy that said she was already his, no bravado, no questions, and her body was agreeing. In her imagination, those strong hands were already stroking her bare skin as he thrust inside her.

Chesara could find no reason to move as he leaned over and brushed his mouth across her lips and along the curve of her jaw. Heat ignited deep in her belly, a slow, intense burn that melted the last tiny fraction of her rational mind.

Her eyes closed, as his mouth moved over hers in a slow mesmerizing kiss, his lips were warm, his teeth roughly grazing as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth. All she could imagine was them naked together, limbs entwined, bodies tense as they arched into each other.

She pulled away, breathless, an ache of need blooming in her breasts and further down in her core. She’d felt horny before, she had earlier in the shower. But, this was something else, something beyond anything she’d ever felt. Being this out of control, just because of a kiss, was more than a little frightening.

Chesara’s mind was whirling at a hundred miles an hour, what was she doing? Connor would certainly have a fit if he knew, or would he want to be in Tenset’s place? Did she want Connor to be here instead of Tenset? Yes, no, she couldn’t make up her mind if it was an either/or option. She wanted them both, but more than that, she wanted to be naked with a virile male, and Tenset was right here. Her whole body was vibrating with desire and it was more than a little worrying how out of control she felt.

Her train of thought was stopped as Tenset softly ran a thumb across her cheek, his eyes earnest.

“Sweetheart, I know this is sudden, but I know you’re feeling it too, it can’t be wrong if it feels this good, can it? Are you thinking about what other people might say? Connor perhaps? Don’t worry about him, he’s had so many opportunities, but he’s never acted has he?”

It almost seemed as if Tenset was reading her mind, but her body was making it difficult to put any coherent thoughts together, she needed something inside her, and she needed it now. She wished he’d just shut up and touch her like she needed him too.

“No he hasn’t but...”

“Shh...little one. This is our opportunity. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been,” he said sincerely as he gazed into her eyes.

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t was the worst chat up line she’d ever heard, and although he’d probably used it many times, she didn’t care.

“Please, do something Tenset, I’m on fire,” she pleaded as she shifted, trying to get him to touch her.

He closed the rest of the scant few inches between them and nibbled down her jaw, as his hand moved to her backside and squeezed firmly. This was what she wanted, what she craved, his vigorous strong body taking hers, proving he was a fit mate for her.

When he started to stroke over the fabric covering her breasts she could have screamed. Maybe the other girls he’d been with liked it slow, or maybe he was taking his time because he knew she wasn’t experienced, but she wasn’t human. She was about to start taking her own clothes off, when he started to carefully unzip her top.

A moment of panic swept through her, what if he was turned off by her body markings? She froze as he pulled the fabric apart, watching his face carefully for any sign of revulsion.

“God, you’re stunning,” he murmured, his face was almost mesmerised as he traced a finger down between her breasts. Shifting down rapidly, he paused and looked up at her.

“I’ve got to taste you,” he said. He kissed her bare stomach, teasing her with gentle nips as he moved up her belly to the swell of her breasts.

“Ah Chesara, I can’t believe how good you taste,” he breathed the words against her skin.

Chesara couldn’t help herself, she thrust her nipple at Tenset’s hungry mouth, and he flicked his tongue over the tight bud. He pulled with teeth and tongue, whilst palming the other, driving her crazy with need. She almost growled in frustration when he pulled back, but he moved to kneel in front of her and after kissing her knee, he unzipped her boots and slid them off. He began kissing up one leg, and she closed her eyes in pleasure, although the sensation of need in her core was becoming so intense, it was starting to border on painful.

When she felt him reach for the fastening on her skirt, she lifted her hips, making it easier for him. Cool air hit her abdomen, and then her hips as Tenset eased the garment away. He moved up looking at her nearly naked body.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as you,” he said, and smoothed a hand from her throat all the way down her body, over breast, narrow waist and wide flaring hips. She couldn’t help arching her body as if his hand had an invisible thread fastening them together. Her panties were soaking by this point, and rational thought had deserted her. She needed his touch on her sex, actually needed it more than her next breath.

As if he could read her mind, he slid his fingers underneath her panties, not stopping until he found her wet slit. Chesara groaned as he slid one long finger between her folds. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

“More, please” she moaned.

“You feel like hot, wet silk, fucking beautiful,” and he pushed a finger inside. She could see his erection straining to be let out, and she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t freed himself yet. She lifted her hips, hoping for more.

“Eager little thing aren’t you?” he said with a chuckle.

Chesara was feeling almost mindless desperation, the waves of need were riding her hard, and his soft words although intended to put her at her ease, were actually having the opposite effect of winding her up.

The coiled spring feelings of desire were increasing exponentially. It now felt like cramps in her belly, and it was getting worse by the second. She decided that if she wanted to avoid any more torture, she’d have to be the slut she’d been warned about, and she didn’t care one bit, her body was in charge, not her mind.

“Tenset, please, I know you’re trying to be gentle, but I don’t need that. If you don’t do something soon, I’m going to have to find someone else, probably two or three someone else’s, who’re willing to help me with this, stop pussyfooting around, and DO something!”

“What do you want Chesara?” She writhed under his touch, reaching for his groin. Actions sometimes spoke louder than words and she didn’t have time to have a chat. Her legs were already wrapped around him as he knelt between her legs.

He grabbed both her wrists in one hand and held her still as her kissed down her belly, firmly squeezing one of her breasts. As his lips reached the junction between her thigh and her body, he stopped.

“Would you like me to kiss you here?” he teased, licking the inside of her thigh. “Or maybe here,” he kissed the crease between her body and leg.

Chesara tried to pull her hands from his grasp, doing her best to push him away.

He let go, obviously thinking he’d gone to far, but the opposite was true. She stood and glared down at him, still kneeling on the floor. He looked awe struck.

“I haven’t got a clue what’s going on, but I hurt, deep inside and it getting worse second by second and I know what I need, but you aren’t helping. What are the names of your guards?”

Tenset stood, roughly picking her up and carrying her to his bedroom, throwing her on the bed, he tore her panties away.

“You won’t need anybody else,” he growled as he pushed her down roughly, pulling her legs over his shoulders, before deeply kissing her sex. He licked firmly up her folds before flicking her swollen clit.

Her need had already gone way past the stage when she usually gave up in frustration, but this time she had hope, but there was still something crucial missing, and the depth of her need was becoming more and more painful.

“I need you in me Tenset, now, please now, I can’t stand it,” she moaned.

“Are you sure sweetcheeksS?”

All of Chesara’s inhibitions had disappeared in the wake of her need, she knew she’d be mortified later, but now all she could think about was for the grinding need to end, and she knew instinctively the only way that would happen was for him to come inside her.

“Son of a Kackbad, what else do I have to say? I need you, and I meant what I said, if you can’t help me, and very soon, let me find someone else or please knock me out.”

He looked rather panicky, but she could be concerned about him now. “Is it normal for you to need it this badly?”

“How the fuck would I know? I’m the only one of my kind, and I haven’t done this before,” she ground out between gritted teeth.

She took a deep breath, seeing the beginnings of fright on his face. “I only know I need you Tenset, I need you inside me. Please make love to me.”

“I had no idea I’d affect you like this, I promise I’ll help you.” He drew back and quickly stripped off his clothes.

Chesara watched as his muscles bunched and moved beneath his smooth skin. He wasn’t wearing anything under his trousers and his dick sprang free, thick and erect. Chesara had seen naked men in the course of her work, but she’d never seen a hard one, and if possible she felt her sex getting even wetter. Thick veins ridged the length of the long shaft, which was crowned with a broad head. Her gaze was broken when Tenset spoke.

“You haven’t seen a man like this before have you.” Chesara shook her head, licking her lips. “I’ll have to go slow; otherwise I’ll hurt you,” he said gently, although she could see that his body was almost trembling with need, the same as hers.

Telling him she was in pain hadn’t worked, so she tried a different strategy.

“Come on Tenset, what are you a man or a mouse? Show me what it’s all about, before I go see how your guards match up,” she said with a slight curl of her lips.

Whether it was her words or looking down at her naked body laid out for his pleasure, it appeared to work as he pressed her down beneath him and moved into position between her legs.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, but he hesitated at her entrance, just nudging her.

“I’ll have to go slow, I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.  Your first time should be memorable for all the right reasons.”

In desperation, she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him inside her. It felt as if he was splitting her apart, but at the same time, it was just what she needed. He held still which definitely wasn’t what she craved. She felt herself ripple round him, and he groaned, an almost painful expression on his face.

“God that feels good, I’m so sorry, but I can’t, I can’t go slowly,” he pulled back and thrust in strongly, plunging in until his balls were against her body.