Instinct (3 page)

Xavier would have her.

He had a mate. The Fates had smiled on him and given him a mate. So much pain would be washed away in her light. The stress, the tension, and the pain of his position would all be easier to shoulder now that she would be at his side. Perhaps having another female in the house, a mate, would help Leia, too. She needed a friend. He couldn’t get her out of her funk, and he knew he needed to sooner rather than later. He may be busy with ruling the Senser colony, but he wasn’t blind. She needed someone to pull her from the darkness.

He couldn’t believe his good fortune. The Oracle mother of his bloodline, Josephine, would be happy to see him settle. She had dealt with more pain than most of them. As the eldest Oracle, she had mourned the death of her sisters deeply. When his father had been murdered, she had sequestered herself within the bowels of the castle for three years before coming to light with a headful of platinum hair, a change from the fire red it had originally been. He didn’t want to see her hurt any more. His mate would bring much to his home.

“Is that her?” Oron asked, not touching him. He knew that a Senser who had found his mate could be dangerous to all involved.

“Yes. Bring her to me,” he said through clenched teeth. Every movement of her body was like a stroke on his cock. He wanted to be that pole she was swinging around. He wanted her to taste him, to stroke him with those hands.

“I’m already on it, but you have to calm down. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you can’t go to your mate out of your mind. You’ll scare the shit out of her.”

“My mate has nothing to fear from me.” If no one in the world were safe, his mate would be. The only dangerous time was right now, when the mating fever overtook him. After this, she would be the safest woman on the planet.

“She may not know that. Women react differently to the mating fever, and you know it. Her fear will only push you to dominate her more, and just heighten her own fear. It will be a vicious cycle that may cause you to harm her.”

“I know what the hell I’m doing,” Xavier snarled, looking away from his mate to spin on Oron. In his mind, he tried to calm his Jag. He knew what Oron was saying was right, but his Jag could barely be contained. It wanted its mate and was angered at the fact they were not moving toward her that instant. His Jag wanted to taste the juices of her pussy.

“I know, my friend, but does she? Do you want to hurt your mate?”

Nothing else could have penetrated the fog in his brain. He could not have his mate fear him to the point it triggered his aggressive needs into harming her. As a Senser, she would be able to handle his roughness, but not if he went feral on her. A female was not as strong as a male shifter Senser, no matter what she tried. If he was locked in mating fever, she wouldn’t be able to escape, and he would hurt her.

“I do not want to hurt my mate,” he finally sighed.

“That’s what I’m here for. Obviously we can’t let her dance anymore. She’s going to be moved to a room for you. I’ll keep watch for you. Once you claim your mate, we can get the hell out of here. I’m finding it to be a little tight in this place.”

“Scared, puppy?”

“Hardly, pussy. I’m watching out for my alpha, what else?”

Chapter Five

One moment she had been dancing, and the next thing she knew, droids were escorting her off the floor, and another dancer was going on. Dirk was moving quickly, clearing a private sitting room. The low-slung couch was pristine white against the black walls of the room. It was the singular furnishing in the room save a bolted pole in the center. Siren couldn’t bring herself to care.

She had been so close.

Even then her clit pulsed with the pump of her blood, each throb making the ache harder to bear. Moisture leaked from her, sliding along her thighs as she walked. Something must have been in the air. The nanos had never made her so eager for a climax, never made her clit so tight a brush would send her into the sun. Her skin felt like it was crawling, like it was too tight on her bones. Dirk must have put them into overdrive.

“You got a purple band tonight, Ecstasy. That’s big, even for you. Your client will arrive in a moment, and we need to have you ready for him.”

The droids laid her on the coach. She could barely move. Something, some scent, permeated the club around her. She had never encountered it before. It curled inside her like a lover, brushing her insides. She sucked in deep, drawing it in. The droids placed one foot up on the couch so her knee was bent, opening her to be visible. The other they placed flat on the floor. She brought her hair around one shoulder, playing with the tips near her nipple, sneaking the brushes that enflamed as they soothed.

“Stay, and I better get every damned dollar he has on that band, or you’ll face me,” Dirk hissed, ushering out the droids and closing the door. She couldn’t even bring herself to care about his threat.

She waited. The scent grew stronger around her. She inhaled deeply, expanding her lungs and arching her spine. Her fingers rubbed over the metal covering her nipples, a phantom touch only.

“Please,” she moaned, closing her eyes and disappearing into the scent. It surrounded her in a lover’s embrace, warm, strong, powerful. She let it take her away. Her fingers slid down her body, brushing the metal at her clit. She tensed as two fingers breached her pussy, pushing deep. The wetness allowed for easy entry. She pumped her fingers, curling them on the way out.

“Yes,” she whispered, pulling the scent tighter around her. It rolled over her, stronger and stronger, until she was sure that she was imagining it. Her body begged for release as her fingers pumped harder and faster inside her. She gripped her breast in the other hand, kneading the mound. She wanted to twirl the nipple between her fingers, but the metal stopped her.

“Allow me,” she heard, and struggled to open her eyes. Piercing golden eyes reflected in the tanned face of a chiseled angel. His dark hair fell over his shoulders rakishly. He smiled at her, and she got the impression of a cat caught at the cream.

Damn but the man had beautiful lips.

“Move away,” he said to her then, and she pulled her fingers out, arching as his tongue replaced them. He couldn’t get to her clit, the metal biting, but he didn’t leave it neglected. With each fierce push of his tongue, he passed his band over the reader, sending shards of pleasure through her.

“Yes,” she cried, eyes sliding closed again. Her hands found their way to his hair, gripping him and pulling him closer. She rode his face, moaning into the air. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her roughly. She could feel the smoothness of his silk shirt against her ass as he sat on the couch to have a better angle.

She didn’t understand what was happening. She would never let a man touch her for money, but something about the man between her legs called to her. He was so hot, burning the sensitive walls of her pussy with each thrust of his tongue. She tensed around him, searching for her elusive climax. She couldn’t fight what she was feeling even if she wanted to. Her client drew her like a magnet, and she felt her very soul shudder at his nearness.

“More,” he snarled, pulling her tighter to him. His tongue flicked in and out of her pussy. His teeth nipped at her lips before he delved in again.

“It’s not…enough,” she finally panted out.

An answering snarl met her claim as her client pulled away from her. He clawed at his shirt, pushing the pieces away from his flesh. He was powerful, muscles rippling. A smattering of hair trailed down the center of his stomach to disappear into his trousers. She struggled to her knees, pushing away his hands and pulling his button loose. She watched his face as she pulled the zipper down. It was strained, pleasure stamped over his features. Such a beautiful face. His mouth was swollen and shiny with her essence. His dark brown hair brushed his shoulders in a glossy slide. Deep golden eyes like a flame stared at her, warmed her from the inside out. She pushed his pants and briefs down his body and allowed him to step out of them.

Her first sight of his cock made her mouth dry. He was long and thick, the head nearly purple he was so hard. Veins stood out in stark relief against his pale flesh. He would look so exotic, so different against her darker flesh. Pre-come leaked from his tip, and she felt driven to have a taste.

She swirled her tongue around the tip, swallowing against his moan. Her pussy throbbed with want. Here, the scent that had been tantalizing her so much sparked high. She followed the source, pushing his cock farther into her mouth. She couldn’t hope to take him all the way down, so she used her hands, pumping what flesh she couldn’t tongue. He throbbed in her mouth, fisting her hair and pushing in and out with each of her movements.

“Yes, mate,” he growled at her, head tossed back, body tense as he moved.

She let him come out of her mouth with a pop, then tongued her way down to his balls. Here the scent was the strongest, zinging over her flesh, tightening her nipples to painful points. She nuzzled him, wanting to pull him in deep. Something about him, in the way he touched her, brought her pleasure, was important. But the pleasure blurred any chance of her determining it.

Chapter Six

Xavier growled as he watched her. Her curly hair caressed her body as she knelt before him like a pagan goddess of old. Her eyelids had closed, and so he couldn’t look at her startling eyes. But he watched her mouth, her full lips covering his cock as if they were made for it. She reveled in his pleasure as much as he reveled in her actions. His balls pulled tight, her scent killing him, the sight of her taking him torturing him, and her metal suit stealing his ability to touch her as he wanted to.

“Enough,” he said finally. He loathed losing the feel of her mouth on his cock, but he needed to be inside her. He had to feel the walls of her pussy clamping him in a tight fist as he watched her losing herself on him. He turned her away from him, pushing her upper body down on the couch. Her ass pushed into the air was a sight to behold. He gripped the globes, spreading them to see the glistening lips and the tiny rosette between.

Later
, he promised himself, dragging his eyes away from the dark rosette, and set his cock at her entrance. “Mate,” he whispered, “what do I call you?”

“Siren,” she moaned back, her body twitching against him impatiently.

“Siren,” he repeated, tasting her on his tongue before he leaned forward. He nuzzled the side of her neck, following his nose to where it met her shoulder, where her scent was strongest. His canines slid out, and he clamped down on her, surging into her pussy with one sure thrust and dragging his armband over the reader.

Siren screamed. His bite was fierce, his cock stronger. He pounded into her, his balls hitting against her with each thrust. He had the presence of mind to scan his band with each upward thrust, and her clit thanked him for the pleasure. His other hand was free to grip her hip and pull her into him. He controlled her with every motion. His mouth at her neck held her in place for his thrust.

Each dig of his cock kissed her womb. Again and again he pushed, angling his dick until he was hitting a spot that had her screaming and her body spasming. He needed this woman, needed her touch. She felt so good wrapped around him. He had no give, no softness, and yet he tried to make her feel protected, treasured, wanted. Sweat dotted their flesh as he moved harder. The sounds of her broken moans nearly tossed him over the edge.

Xavier had never felt anything so powerful. Her flesh rippled over his like a glove made for him, tighter then a fist, and his dick was on fire. He pumped, soothing the ache as her pussy creamed around him. The sound of wet flesh slapping together sent his desire skyrocketing. He wanted the metal to burn away, free her body completely to his touch. He wanted her screaming under him as he fingered her clit and played with her nipples. He wanted her surrounded by him. He pumped harder into her, then stood up and pulled her to her feet. He kept her upper body pushed into the couch. The depth changed and nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He snatched the band off, tired of toying with her, and slid it into the machine to cash out. She screamed around him, her pussy tightening impossibly as the metal heated and melted away. Her climax pulled him in tighter, but he wanted more. He wanted his fingers to bring her to her knees. He wanted his body to satisfy her.

Chapter Seven

Siren panted as the climax tore over her clit, the unexpected heat snatching her into a blinding spiral as her body imploded. His pounding dick powered into her all the way through it, spiking her higher and higher. Finally, the metal was gone, and her body was bared. He pulled out of her suddenly, flipping her so her back was on the couch. He turned them so he could climb on top of her, pulling her thighs apart wide.

“Xavier, say it,” he growled then, staring at her. His entire body was frozen, cock poised at her entrance, fingers tight in the flesh of her thighs. He was even more beautiful to her in that moment.

She swallowed against the sudden swell of emotion that clouded her. It would not do to fall for a client. She had made the mistake already of telling him her real name. She’d been unable to lie to him. Now her voice failed her, unwilling to hurt herself any more.

“Say it,” he snapped, pulling her tighter to him. His cock head sank into her, making her moan, but he didn’t move any more. He held her there, on the edge, waiting for her to do as he demanded. She could see it in the set of his jawline and in the trembling of his limbs. He would fight to stay still until he got what he wanted.

“I can’t,” she said then, trying to explain.

“Say it!” he yelled, body poising to move. She saw his pupils disappear, canines peeking past his lips. A Feline Senser in all its splendor. Something clicked then—the scent, the want, the need, and the drive to give him what he wanted. The word “mate.”

“Oh my God, no, wait—” She tried to tell him he was making a mistake, that he couldn’t mark her, couldn’t make her his. She wasn’t of his kind, wasn’t the same.