Swept Off Her Feet (19 page)

His words calmed her ruffled feathers. “Thank you for that. I feel much better.”

“The situation facing my people is volatile. If I am to avert disaster between the two worlds, I must be in close contact with both
Rb’qarm
and
Rb’nTraq
, able to move quickly should the balance of peace suddenly change. Yet, here I am, trying to placate you—
kidnapping
you and starting another war—when I should be on the spacial-relator, coordinating the thousand and one details needed to maintain the fragile peace. A peace, I might add, that I’ve spent the last twenty years of my life drafting. I don’t have the time for this.”

“I’m sorry, Dev! It’s just…
difficult
for me to get used to the idea that you would even consider delaying something so important for me. It blows my mind that you would consider starting a war to gain my hand in marriage.” She shook her head.
How did I get lucky enough to be kidnapped by this guy?

“I feel like my name should be Helen of Troy, or something.”

“Helen of who?” Dev frowned in puzzlement. “You really don’t know what finding you has meant to me, do you?”

A giddy feeling of happiness bubbled up inside her and she had difficulty constraining her laughter. “I’m beginning to get some inkling. Care to elaborate?”

“Even though I knew you would be angry with me, perhaps enough to reject me, I simply could not bring myself to let you leave me. I’m sorry. The two worlds are my duty, but you are my life. How could I leave you behind?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. “It was wrong, my choosing to take you with me against your will. I knew I should have returned you to your father. I could not do it.

“As far as
Chyya
Glenbrevchanka is concerned, I have stolen both his daughters, along with all the highborn court
fem
. He’s been burning up the spaceways with his threats of war.”

He smiled at her then, eyes twinkling brightly—whether with merriment or tears she was unsure. “To tell you the truth, Nnora, I am more worried about alienating my future Bond-father than I am about the threat his armada constitutes. My ship is faster and has more firepower than anything your father can launch after me.”

“I cannot fault you for heading home.” He had received a message requesting his intervention in a potentially troublesome situation brewing between the
Rb’qarmshi
high-caste Lords and the
Rb’nTraqshi
serving on the panel to oversee the joint prisoners of war.

“My objections always had to do with your methods. If only you had laid the truth before me, given me a choice—”

He met her gaze straight on. “Would you have come with me?”

“I—yes!
No!
Oh, who knows?” She raked her bangs off her forehead. “At this point, the question is moot. I’m second-guessing myself after the fact. I was strongly attracted to you. Would I have chosen to come with you? I just don’t know! Thanks to your high-handed actions, I will never know.”

“And for your sake, I am sorry. I have ruled two planets for most of my adult life. I am unaccustomed to any questioning my orders. It will be hard to change who I am,
Nippa
.” Dev rose from the couch to stand over her, holding out one hand, beseeching her understanding and acceptance. “If I could undo the past, I would do things differently. All I can do to rectify my…
high-handed
…blunder is give you my solemn promise never to lie to you again…by word or deed.”

“Never?”

“
Never
. Not even by omission. This I swear.” His earnest gaze was openly vulnerable.

She laughed.
Right.

She knew he believed he meant what he said. “I’d really like to believe that, yet I’ve never in my life known a male who could be completely honest.”

“Not even your father?”

“
Especially
not my father, who is constantly plotting, hatching schemes to trap his enemies, or advance his own position. Brevchanka would be the first to tell me that some dissembling is always necessary.”

“I love you, Nnora.” His golden-orange pupils fathomless, he captured her heart in his gaze. “By fair means or foul, you are here now, and I beg you to stay.”

He dropped to his knees before her, “Will you be my
Cherzda’va
? Love only me? Bear only my children? Rule beside me, and help me guide all our people through this pivotal point in our history? After all, your court
fem
will need a friend in high places when they try to deal with the desperate, arrogant males that will take them to mate.”

She knew that forever after, she would remember the moment she entrusted her future to this lordly man. For in this moment, she ceased to be the unwanted, abandoned misfit who had tried so hard to fit in, to be accepted. Stepping forward into Dev’s outstretched arms, she raised both hands to his cheeks. Cradling his dear face, she whispered, “Yes, my love. I’ll stay with you.”

He threw back his head, roaring his triumph to the ceiling. His happy shouts echoed off the metal walls of the cabin. His arms tightening about her in a crushing embrace, Dev stood and swept her off her feet.

His hands firmly clutched her rounded buttocks, he swung her around in an excess of joy. He sensually kneaded her ample curves, his fingers pressing into her flesh as he easily supported her weight. With a guttural sound of need, he buried his lips at her throat.

Grabbing his hair, she dragged his head from her neck and brought his mouth up to hers. She laved his full bottom lip, nipped his upper lip. She giggled when his mouth opened and settled over hers, preparing to take over the kiss and devour her in turn.

“Wait! We need witnesses!” Dev jerked his head away, set her down and lifted his wrist. He spoke rapidly into the tiny microphone attached to the thick, functional band he wore. Closing the channel when he finished, he turned back to Nnora and enfolded her in his arms, bending his head for the kiss she had demanded.

Their open lips met in a hungry, claiming kiss, and Nnora’s universe spun around as she opened herself up to his masterful touch. He bent her backwards, his arm a bar of steely flesh easily supporting her large frame.

“I want you…so much, so badly.” He swept his tongue into the crevice of her neck, nibbling her fragrant skin, and groaned heavily. “I want you with an ache, an intensity that has grown during this day until my control is frayed beyond repair.

“Then take me.” She bowed her neck to afford him greater access. “I want to be yours…completely.”

“By
Deth’s
gate, you smell so sweet…taste divine.” Dev rooted at the soft bend where her shoulder met her neck, his tongue laving the curve, and she shivered with pleasure. “What you do to me…” he praised her between licks and nibbles. “You have but to breathe to make me hard…throbbing.”

She moaned, running her hands across his wide shoulders. “That’s how I want you…hard…” Her hands encircled his head to clasp behind his neck. She laid a string of open-mouthed kisses over his chest. “…hot and long and throbbing between my thighs, in my pussy.”

“I want that, too,
Nippa,
but we haven’t time for a full loving, not unless you want our witnesses to witness more than our signing.”

She shot him a disgruntled look of reproach. “As my mom would say, ‘Why’d you stir the pot if you aren’t gonna serve the soup?’ Dev, please, don’t tease me. I’m burning up for you.”

She rested against his arm while she reached down and cupped his balls through his flight-suit, kneading the soft warm mass while keeping her eyes on Dev’s face.

“Do we have time for a cocksicle?” She licked her lips, pouting them at him, letting him know of her hunger. “Cause I have an appetite for the kind of lollipop that doesn’t melt in your mouth!”

“Time enough for that, aye.”

She swiveled her hips and felt his cock swell and press against her belly.

“By the stars,
fem
, my balls are curled up and churning with seed. I want to see those lips wrapped around my cock,
Nippa
. I want to know just how hot that tight little mouth of yours is.” His hands went to her shoulders, pressing suggestively.

“Hot enough to burn
you
.” She licked her lips again, making them wet for him, then slipped to her knees before him, tabbing open his suit at cock level. She sighed happily when his shaft, hard and heavy fell into her waiting hands. “Oh, my god,” she warbled, stunned anew at his beauty, his size and his readiness. She felt some churning in her own belly. A gush of wetness pulsed out of her, dampening her mound and thighs. She wiggled, squeezed her thighs together, trying to stimulate her clit as her tongue honed in on the drop of pre-come—his
zhi
—glistening at the tip of his broad cock head.

“Mmmmmmm! Tastes delicious…” Lapping at the just the head, she squeezed as much of his balls as she could grab one-handedly, milking his seed out of him. It came in dribbles, oozing from the dark red glans.

Above her head, Dev moaned like a man in pain. His large palms cradled her head and neck, the sides of her face. His voice rumbled around her, through her. “Your mouth feels like paradise…yyeess!” He flexed his hips, nudging his cock against her lips.

His width made it almost impossible for her to take more than the first three or four inches behind the meaty head.

He tasted like heaven, his licorice flavored come hitting her system like a dose of pure energy. She felt the tingles beginning deep in her cunt, felt her muscles cramping with lust, her heart beating in her chest with a hurried, heavy rhythm. Her nipples awoke and screamed in need, stretching and stabbing toward the twin temptations of his
terat
. She slipped one hand under the hem of her dress. Opening her thighs, she began to flick her clit, hips rocking forward in rising arousal. She cried out in protest when Dev’s hand snatched hers away from her aching pussy.

“None of that,
Nippa
,” he admonished. “I have plans for that clit.”

She frowned up at him in protest. “But I’m not finished—”

“Well, I nearly am!”

Bending, he picked her up and placed her on the bed. Carefully easing her dress over her head he said, “I want you kneeling on the edge of the bed, sweet one.”

She struggled to obey, so far gone in lust she could barely hear, let alone control her wayward limbs.

“Knees spread wide,” he instructed, helping her into position. Bending her backwards, he lowered her until her head touched the cover, her thighs splayed widely, muscles pulled taut. In this position, her pussy gaped open to the cooled cabin air and her nipples stabbed straight up. Her breasts inclined toward her chin, their undersides available to Dev’s tongue and
terat
.

She heard him muttering, “Hmmm, this is going to take some doing.” Then his body was moving down hers, the ends of his hair prickly against her skin as he sank further along her torso.

“Nnnoo,” she moaned, weakly tugging at his long locks as they flowed over her breasts. “No, Dev! I don’t want my pussy licked, I want fucking.”

Dev disentangled her fingers, hushing her. “Shhh,
Nippa
. You want this, trust me.” His hands began to pluck at her tight nipples, stretching them, teasing them, pulling them into tighter and tighter points. His mouth covered her navel, dipping in and out of her shallow indentation. His fingers plucked at her clit, making it stand tall and erect.

Her toes curled and she felt like giggling at the tickling sensation, at the same time, howling at the arousing flicker of fire beneath her sensitized skin.

“Dev, please! Your cock?”

“Not yet.”

Tears overflowed her eyes when he denied her the second time.

“Shh, my
Nippa
…this is something just for you.”

He lowered his full weight over her lower torso.

Her first impression was of heat engulfing her clit as it slowly sank into a fleshy opening.

What the…?

She opened her eyes as the familiar tingling pain began—not in her nipples, this time, but in her clit.

Oh. My. God!
He’d inserted her clit in one of his
terat
!

Her mouth opened on a silent wail as her body bucked, trying to dislodge Dev’s grip on her clit. A pleasure so intense it registered as pain screamed through her a hundred times more fiercely as the enzyme coated then penetrated the skin covering the sensitive bundle of nerves. High octane bliss burned through the tissue, scorching her, negating the pain, whipping her into a mindless heap of orgasmic flesh.

She screamed when he began fucking her clit with his
terat
, his shoulder tucked hard into her thigh, holding her open for the erotic torture. Each tug, each tight caress spun her into oblivion and out again, the pleasure so intense it hurt, the pain so ecstatic it numbed the mind.

She pressed her clit deeper into his clinging, suckling
terat
, knowing her addiction to be complete. Tightly enclosed in the constricting cup, her clit throbbed and pulsated madly and she screamed her way through another gut-clenching orgasm.

Her body caught fire, skin giving off enough heat to dry her sweat as it formed. She writhed in a conflagration of passion, mouth open on endless wails of completion, lips dry, pulse pounding the cadence of love in the hollow of her neck and the narrow corridor of her cunt.

She lost herself. Lost her mind. Lost her heart to the man whose inventive loving took her beyond reality into a realm of dreams.

* * * * *

An eternity later, she opened her eyes, disoriented and drugged with pleasure. Dimly, she felt his hands soothing her, smoothing back her hair, brushing her cheeks. Heard his voice calling to her.

“
Nippa
, love, come back, come back…”

She tried to swallow. Her throat hurt. “Water…”

Almost instantly, she felt his hand under her neck supporting her head while he pressed a glass to her dry lips.

“Drink,
Nippa
.”