For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love (62 page)

Raising his head, he pulled his hand away, grabbed his cock, and aligned it with her pussy. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, catching her pleasure-dazed gaze, and before she could respond, he began to push in.

Delia cried out, pushing at his chest, but Arus persisted, knowing he had to breach her hymen. Her inner moisture helped, but she was still incredibly tight, her body tensing to resist his penetration. He lowered his head, raining kisses over her face and whispering that it was going to be all right, that the pain would ease soon, but he could see his reassurances weren’t helping. She let out a pained cry as he pressed deeper, and despite his balls getting ready to explode, he paused as he felt the wetness on her cheeks.

He wanted her, but he hated causing her pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” he forced himself to ask, even though everything within him rebelled at the notion. His cock was only halfway inside her, and if he was already hurting her this much . . .

Delia stilled, staring up at him with tear-filled brown eyes, and he saw that she was breathing erratically, her chest heaving as her delicate hands pressed against his chest, as if trying to hold him at bay.

“Do you want me to stop?” Arus repeated, ignoring the pounding of blood in his temples. Despite the primal need gnawing at his insides, he was not a savage. He’d lived over two hundred years without fucking this girl, and he could survive it if she made him wait.

He hoped so, at least.

To his tremendous relief, she moved her head in a small, uncertain shake. “No,” she whispered, blinking rapidly. “It just—”

Arus didn’t have a chance to hear what she had to say because the last remaining thread of his restraint snapped. Leaning down, he took her lips in a deep, carnal kiss and pushed forward in one merciless stroke, tearing through the thin membrane blocking his way.

Tight, wet heat engulfed him, her flesh squeezing him like a fist, and Arus’s spine bowed as sharp, stunning pleasure rocketed through him, sending his heartbeat spiking. She was beyond delicious, beyond perfect. It was as if her slim body had been made just for him. He felt lost in her, consumed by the sensations, but before he could get completely carried away, he tasted something salty on his lips.

Her tears.

They stopped him cold.

Raising his head to gaze down at her, Arus forced himself to hold still and not thrust. She was shaking, her face streaked with tears, and he knew he had to give her time to get used to him, to adjust to the invasion of her body. He managed to control himself for a few brief moments—and then the metallic scent of her virgin’s blood reached his nostrils.

A dark, ancient hunger roared to life within him, mingling with his lust and intensifying it. The pull of predatory instinct was impossible to resist. Groaning, Arus lowered his face to her neck and felt her pulse beating under his lips. Delia was breathing fast, still trying to cope with the pain of her lost virginity, but her body was no longer the only thing Arus needed.

Opening his mouth, he sliced the sharp edges of his teeth across her tender skin.

Her blood spurted onto his tongue. Hot, rich, and coppery, it was an aphrodisiac a thousand times stronger than the synthetic versions on Krina. Genetic modification had ensured his people were no longer reliant on blood to survive, but the craving for the resulting high had never gone away. Arus could hear Delia crying out, feel her nails digging into his skin, and he realized distantly that the pacifying chemical in his saliva was working on her—that she was feeling some of the mind-bending pleasure that held him in its grip.

That was his last coherent thought. Everything afterwards was a blur of violent ecstasy, of her taste and scent and feel. Arus took the girl relentlessly, without restraint, and she met his savage thrusts with equal hunger, her slender limbs wrapped around him as he fucked her for hours on end. The bliss rushing through his veins left him unable to think or reason; all he knew was that he had to have her, over and over again.

When he finally rolled off her limp body, spent and sated, the sky above their shelter was dark and clear. He could see the stars, and he knew the storm had passed.

It was safe to let her go now, except he didn’t want to.

Arus wanted to keep Delia for the rest of his life.

D
elia woke up
gradually, the images from her dream lingering in her mind as she slowly returned to consciousness. Her eyes still closed, she smiled, thinking how she’d never had such a sublime dream before. Even now, her sex throbbed pleasantly from the memory of the god’s possession—of his powerful body driving into her as she lost herself in the heated rapture of his embrace.

There had been pain too, she recalled, but it had been over with quickly. She’d felt torn in half when Arus had first entered her, but then he had done something—touched her neck in a way that had initially stung—and the pain had dissolved, replaced by unimaginable ecstasy.

By a sexual pleasure so intense just the thought of it made her insides clench.

Still smiling, Delia rolled over, reluctant to wake up fully. It was incredible how vivid her dream had been. The storm, the bubble-like shelter made of transparent walls, even the god’s unusual name—she’d never been able to remember so many details from her other dreams.

This dream had felt real. So real, in fact, that she could still smell the clean male scent of Arus’s skin and feel his hand stroking her hair.

Wait a minute. There
was
a hand stroking her hair.

Delia bolted upright, her eyes flying open, and she saw him: the god she’d just been dreaming about.

Except it hadn’t been a dream—it couldn’t have been, because she wasn’t in her family’s ramshackle hut.

She was on a strange bed in a room with ivory walls, and she was naked in front of Arus, who was sitting next to her dressed in an odd-looking white outfit.

Gasping, Delia grabbed for the nearest piece of cloth—a sheet that felt incredibly soft as she wrapped it around herself. Her heart racing, she jumped off the bed and gaped at the god, who was regarding her with an unreadable expression on his beautiful face.

“Where am I?” Delia’s voice shook as she cast a frantic glance around the room. “What is this place?”

Everything around her was ivory-colored, and there were no windows or doors. And the bed—No, surely her eyes were deceiving her.

The bed, which was just a flat white board, was floating in mid-air.

“You’re on my ship,” Arus said, getting off the board to walk toward her. His dark eyes gleamed as he stopped in front of her, causing her to crane her neck to look up at him. “I brought you here so I could make sure you weren’t sore after last night.”

Delia must’ve looked as uncomprehending as she felt, because he explained, “We have healing technology here.”

“Oh.” Overwhelmed, Delia stared up at him. Now that he’d pointed it out, she realized there wasn’t even the slightest soreness between her legs. Details from last night continued to return to her, and she remembered how painful the initial breaching of her maidenhead had been—and how he’d kept thrusting into her afterwards for what must’ve been hours.

By all rights, she should’ve been
very
sore.

“You healed me?”

“I did.” Raising his hand, Arus cupped her jaw with his large palm, his thumb stroking gently over her cheek. “I didn’t want you to be in pain.”

“Oh.” Delia exhaled, everything inside her reacting to that warm, comforting touch. She didn’t know what to do, how to respond to his peculiar kindness, so finally she just said, “Thank you.”

Arus’s chiseled lips curved in a smile. “You’re welcome, darling. Now, are you hungry?”

Delia’s stomach chose that moment to rumble, and he laughed. “Sounds like you are.”

*     *     *

He fed her
food that tasted like ambrosia—a mixture of some unfamiliar fruits, vegetables, and nuts, with a sauce that made Delia’s taste buds weep with pleasure. He got the food directly from one of the walls. It had parted at his command, delivering the bounty they were feasting on while sitting at a floating table—which had also come out of a wall.

“What kind of ship is this?” Delia asked when she was full. She didn’t understand Arus’s magic, but it didn’t terrify her quite as much anymore. It was clear to her that he didn’t intend her any harm—and that he had to have come from Mount Olympus, despite his earlier protestations.

“It’s a ship that carries us between distant worlds,” Arus said, and his answer solidified her conviction. “The stars you see are not just little lights in the sky; they’re suns, like the one giving Earth heat and light. Those suns have planets like Earth orbiting around them, and I come from one of those planets.” He paused, waiting for her questions, but Delia had no idea where to begin.

All she got from his explanation was that his ship had carried him here from the stars—which meant that Mount Olympus was a place in the sky, rather than the mountain of legend.

Arus sighed, looking at her. “You don’t understand, do you?” A rueful smile tugged at the corner of his beautiful mouth. “I guess I should’ve expected that. I wish I could convince you that none of this is supernatural, that we’re just a more advanced civilization, but you’d have to learn a great deal before that would make sense to you. So for now, if it helps you to think of me as a god, you may do so.”

Delia smiled, oddly reassured by his words. “You
are
a god. What else could you possibly be?”

“I’m a Krinar,” he said, and she saw his face assume a more serious expression. “Delia,” he said quietly, “there’s something I’d like to ask you.”

She blinked. “What is it?”

“I have to leave soon. To go home to Krina.”

Her chest squeezed painfully at his words. “Of course,” she managed to say. “You said it’s beautiful there, and you have to return.”

Arus nodded. “I do—and I would like you to come with me.” Before she could do more than gape at him, he said, “I know I’m still a stranger to you, and that everything about this”—he swept his hand out in a wide arc—“must seem foreign and frightening. But I promise I won’t hurt you, and I’ll take care of you. You’ll be safe with me.”

Delia couldn’t believe her ears. “You want me to come with you? To the world where you live?”

“Yes, to Krina—or Mount Olympus, or whatever you want to call it.” Arus reached across the floating table and took her hand. “It
is
a beautiful place, and if you come with me, I can promise you a life beyond anything you can imagine.”

Delia had to be still dreaming. “Why?” she said in disbelief. “Why would you take me with you?”

Arus rose to his feet and pulled her up with him, his gaze filling with carnal heat as he stepped around the table. “Because our time together wasn’t nearly enough for me,” he said, drawing her against his hard, aroused body. “Because I had you, and I want more—so much more. I want you to be mine, so I can have you every day and every night for a long, long time.”

Delia’s pulse was rabbit fast, and a million questions crowded her mind as Arus gazed down at her, his erection pushing against her belly. His blunt declaration was far from tender words of love, and there were so many things she didn’t know about him and the world he wanted to take her to. But he was giving her a choice, and that fact alone helped quell her fear.

She could stay and live an ordinary life—most likely as the blacksmith’s wife—or she could follow this gorgeous stranger to a mysterious place in the sky.

“What about my family?” she asked as the thought occurred to her. “They need the mussels and I—”

“I’ll leave them your weight in gold before we go,” Arus said. “They won’t lack for anything ever again.”

“But—”

“Come with me, Delia.” Arus’s eyes glittered as his arms tightened around her back. “Your family will be fine, I promise. Come with me, and let me show you the wonders of my world.”

She stared at his magnificent features, remembering how he’d saved her from the storm—how he’d sheltered her, fed her, healed her, and given her more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible. He was right: her family would be fine without her—better off, in fact. Even without the gold, she was an extra mouth to feed. And if Arus truly gave them that much wealth, her sisters would have their pick of suitors instead of being forced to marry out of desperation.

It was that last thought that solidified her decision. Delia had no idea what would happen to her if she came with him, what his world was like or how they could travel to the stars, but at that moment, caught in her god’s embrace, she knew she wanted to find out.

It was unthinkable, insane, deliriously frightening, but Delia took a leap into the unknown and said, “Yes, Arus. I’ll come with you.”

The End

Thank you for reading this story! I hope you enjoyed it. If you’d like to see more of Arus & Delia and learn about the Krinar, you can pick up
The Krinar Chronicles
, a trilogy of three full-length novels featuring another human-Krinar couple—Mia & Korum. M&K’s story takes place in modern times, a few years after the Krinar invasion, and the first book (
Close Liaisons
) is FREE for the duration of this anthology. Alternatively, if you liked this story but prefer contemporary romance, you’re welcome to check out my dark erotic trilogy,
Twist Me
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