Swept Off Her Feet (20 page)

She guzzled the water, spilling more than went into her mouth.

“Slow down,
Nippa
,” Dev warned. “You’ll make yourself sick.”

“I thought
terat
were for tits,” she croaked.

“For…? Oh, you mean for nipples.” Dev cleared his throat, eyes sparkling. “
Nippa
, my
terat
are, first and foremost, for giving you pleasure.”

“You’re looking extraordinarily pleased with yourself.”

“We aim to please, my own.”

“Yeah? Well, A+—and that better not be laughter I hear in your voice,” she rasped, throat raw from screaming her way through the hardest, most glorious orgasms she’d ever experienced.

With Dev, the sex just kept getting better and better.

Fucking him would kill her. She knew it.

She couldn’t wait.

Chapter Sixteen

“Will you please put your dress back on?”

Her mate sounded frustrated. He should be. He still hadn’t had an orgasm.

Lying on her side, chin propped on her palm, Nnora watched Dev rifle through the stack of papers littering his desk, ignoring the important-looking sheaves falling to the floor.

“Ah-
hah
! Here they are!” He held aloft a fistful of documents sealed with official tokens. Striding over to his desk, he beckoned her over.

She eased her legs over the side of the bed, careful of her sore clit. Dropping her dress over her head, she sauntered across the room to stand by her lover.

She had never hurt so good. Her clit twanged with every stride, reminding her of the unusual loving it had undergone.

“No more coercion,
Nippa
. Will you sign these willingly…without duress?”

“Nope, I can’t do that.” She leaned against Dev, brushing his hair off his forehead.

The smile slid off Dev’s handsome face, leaving behind the harsh and craggy angles of cheekbones and jaws clenched in heart-deep pain. “But…I thought—”

Taking pity on him, Nnora smoothed his brow with soft strokes. Feathering her fingers across his sinfully thick lashes, she spread tactile adoration across the line of his full lips. “I cannot sign without duress. For love constrains me…always. I shall never be free. Nor do I desire to be. Or, as the Bard would say… How do I love thee, let me count the ways.”

Dev’s tongue darted out to lave her finger, nipping the tip before she could withdraw it. “Against your will?”

“You hold me against my better judgment. Against my nature, perhaps, yet never against my will.”

“Then sign the damn things so we can inform your father that I hold you legally. Maybe then he’ll stop threatening to send his war ships after me.”

She pulled back to gaze at her mate in awe. “He did that…truly?”

Dev hugged her close. “His exact words were, ‘I fought a war to preserve her inheritance, but I would give up her inheritance to preserve her right to choose.’ “

She wept.

“Hey! I thought that would make you happy!”

“It did. I
am!
” she wailed, sniffing.

Dev gave a shrug. “I will probably never understand a
fem’s
emotions, but for you I will try. If these tears represent your happiness, I shall endeavor to cause weeping every day. I suppose—”

She wiped her eyes and bestowed a radiant smile upon him. “Oh, shut up and kiss me. Happy as I am right now, I’d be happier if our witnesses were already come and gone. Once we get these papers signed, I’m locking the door. Your meetings will have to wait until after I get my fucking. I’m not taking another ‘no’ for an answer.”

* * * * *

“Don’t bruise the merchandise, honey,” Dohsan spat. “You can take your scraggy hands off me, now, Bitch! Your keeper is not here so you don’t have to show off how brutal you can be.”

“
Fem
, you have the foulest mouth I have ever heard!” Dohsan’s uncouth behavior finally goaded him out of his self-imposed silence. He picked up the pace, hurrying towards his Prince’s cabin. The sooner he finished this assignment, witnessing the signing of the nuptial agreements and escorting this terrifying teen back to her quarters, the better.

“All the better to suck your giant cock with, darling captor,” the unrepentant horror sang, sneering. “I saw that heat-seeking dong tenting your skirt when you were around my sister. Better keep the meat under wraps or your prince will cut it off, wanna-be-lover-boy.”

“You’d best change your ways, or you will be left unchosen. Even with the present shortage of viable women, no
Rb’qarmshi
Warrior will consent to being saddled with a brazen brat who ignores his commands and belittles his dignity.”

Dohsan stopped dead in the corridor, narrowing her eyes and leveling a baleful glare at him. “A thousand years ago, you would be obeying
my
commands and currying the favor of my mother. It is hard to believe your so-called civilization has sunk so low that
qarmshi
are bossing
fem
these days.”

She favored him with an especially knowing glance, boldly allowing her eyes to rove over his crotch. “Once I flower, I will be able to pick and choose from an entire planet of males,” she boasted. “I can have anyone I want…including
you!
Furthermore, I will tell you now, no
qarm
will ever order me about. I
will
be the head of my household, as the natural order demands.”

He snarled, his pride pricked because he could not truthfully deny her accusations. “You are an undisciplined child to spout such ancient nonsense. The
Chyya
should have ordered you whipped. I would have seen to it, gladly.”

“The
Chyya
is not the man for my sister if he could order such a thing.” Dohsan suddenly sounded worried, and chewed at her generous bottom lip. “Nnora’s self-esteem is very fragile. He was very angry… Do you think he will hit Nnora?”

GanR’dari gaped at the young
fem
, stunned at this insight to her true nature. All his snarls and threats had not fazed her, yet the faint—totally unrealistic—possibility of her sister being mistreated had her anxious and worried. “Our
Chyya
would never hurt his
cherzda’va
, and you know this. You only seek to malign my ruler.”

“I do not. I supported his claim to both Nnora and our father. I would hate to be found wrong in my assessment of him.”

“Any fool can see he is stars over comets in love with the
Chyya’va
. The prince will do nothing to harm her.”

“I hope so.” She worried her lip again. “I will not allow him to harm my sister and live.”

His eyes drawn to the
fem’s
swollen, abused flesh, he felt his cock swelling under his tunic. He swallowed a sick lump of dread. ‘Dari cringed at the thought of what his mother and sisters would say should he bring this uncouth
fem
home as his
cherzda’va
. Not even her status as royal princess could redeem her behavior.

By
Deth
and His minions, do not let me be attracted to this one,
he pleaded to the gods of old. As usual, they proved unresponsive to his cries.

“There speaks your ignorance and your disrespect. You are a disgrace to the royal family. You would have to flower with the scent of a hundred
pavas
, and we would have to be much longer deprived than we are now, before a
traq
or
qarm
chose you!” He tossed her arm away and let her flounce along in front of him.

She skipped backwards to confront him.

“Is that your warrior’s resolve talking?” she mocked, snapping her fingers. “
That’s
for your resolve, GanR’dari. One day, I’ll make you eat those words.”

“I’d rather eat them than you,” he returned crudely, allowing his eyes to rove over the scanty cloth covering her young cunt. “You’d probably give me indigestion.”

“One day you’ll beg me to do both,” Dohsan whispered, a chilling smile curving her generous lips. “And I plan on giving you a lot more than indigestion, soldier. I plan on rocking your world.”

* * * * *

“GanR’dari will be here shortly.” Dev’s voice hardened. “Along with Dohsan. We’re not that far from her new quarters.” He reluctantly released Nnora to search for a pen.

“You’d better learn how to get along with my sister.” She came up behind him and slipped her arms about his waist, snuggling against his back, tucking her hands around his balls. Her confident trust in the unconditional love Dev held for her made her bold.

“I couldn’t stand it if you two didn’t get along.” The happy sparkle within her dimmed at the thought of her family members being divided.

“Anything for you,” Dev promised, catching her hands and crossing them over his
terat
, pulling her forward so her breasts flattened against his back and her belly nestled against the rounded curve of his muscular buttocks.

“At the moment, I would be satisfied with just…this!” She sent her hands groping down his front, smiling when she found what she was looking for. She sighed, stroking his long staff through his hastily-donned uniform, grinning at the instant results her touch netted. She rubbed her still aching mound against the back of his hard thigh, trying to assuage her growing need.

Dev flexed his hips, thrusting his cock into her cupped hands. “A flight suit is not very concealing. I don’t think it would be wise for Dohsan to see me in this condition.”

She had only to think about what her uninhibited sister might say, before she grimaced and reluctantly applied the brakes. “I see your point.” With a last lingering squeeze, she released Dev’s thickening cock. Giggling, she added, “I felt your point as well as saw it.”

“And so will Dohsan, if you do not stop tempting me!” Dev turned her in his arms and crashed his mouth into hers for a brief, passionate kiss. His lips were moist from the silky nectar of her mouth when he lifted his head to examine her swollen and bee-stung flesh. Intrigued, he ran his thumbs back and forth over her bottom lip.

“Once we get all the official proceedings finished, I’ll let you lock everything and everybody out. You can have free rein of my body.”

“As for me,” he continued, “I’m going to take a very long time exploring and learning every inch of your delectable body before I push you beyond every limit you think you have. I plan to claim every inch of that delectable body and make it mine.” He catalogued her charms with callused palms.

Unable to resist the temptation to taste her unique flavor yet again, he nibbled the curve of her full bottom lip before delving once more into the lush sweetness of her mouth.

“Well, Princey! I see reason didn’t work, so you decided to resort to seduction.” Dohsan’s sarcasm disrupted the intimate heated silence.

Dev’s kiss having transported her to another world, Nnora jerked in startled surprise, turning in the circle of his arms. She had trouble focusing on her sister’s angry face. “Dohsan, it is not what you think! Dev is—”

“A damn smooth operator!” the lanky teen snarled, starting towards the embracing duo with eyes blazing, only to find herself jerked back by GanR’dari’s steely grip. Her tugs proved ineffectual against his implacable hold, so she haughtily chose to ignore him in favor of hurling insults at Dev, who remained uncharacteristically stoic in the face of her spitting rage. “Tell me, Your Highness! What did you do to make her forget your lies and schemes against our father?”

“I simply told her the truth, little one.” Though he knew it was wrong, he could not resist taunting his future Bond-sister, and looped his arms about Nnora’s middle, letting his hands brush the underside of her lush breasts.

Nnora pinched him, and then rested her cheek against one muscular forearm and swayed lazily, rubbing her body against the rigid bulge straining his body-hugging outfit.

Her actions made him dizzy with lust.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Dohsan’s eyes are glowing iridescent with ire.” He chuckled. “She’ll go all the way ballistic if she learns her sister is using my log-sized hard-on as a prop to lean against.”

Another, harder pinch to his waist reminded him of his earlier promise to attempt to get along with his new sister.

He sighed. Giving Nnora a quick squeeze, he acknowledged receipt of her message.

“Dohsan, regardless of what you might think, I planned no treachery against your father. In fact, you and GanR’dari are here to witness your sister’s signature to seal the ratification of our marriage agreements and treaties.”

His heart lurched and his breath caught as he announced, “Crown Princess Glennora Brewster ‘abret Glenbrevchanka has, of her own will, decided to sign our marriage contracts, at once becoming my bride, the Queen of
Rb’qarm,
the Queen of
Rb’nTraq
and…queen of my heart.”

Dohsan’s jaw dropped. Her brows drew together in a suspicious frown. “Wha—? How?”

GanR’dari dropped Dohsan’s wrist and shouldered her out of his way. He grasped his leader by the hand. The two friends exchanged a warrior’s handclasp while they laughed and pounded each other on the back.

“Congratulations,
Chyya
! This is a cause for great celebration!”

Dev saw the brief flash of jealousy ‘Dari had not quite managed to suppress in his sincere wish for his prince’s happiness. “‘Dari, my heart aches for your loneliness, but rejoice with me, for I have won my heart’s desire,” Dev admitted freely, unashamed to show his love and respect for the
fem
at his side. “Have patience, my friend. Have faith that a
fem
awaits your finding. Your turn is soon to come.”

“Now, both of you please witness Nnora’s signature so I can relax. Until they are sealed, she can change her mind!”

Dohsan sidled over to Nnora while the Dev and ‘Dari talked. She frowned now, speaking under her breath, “I have to admit I am stunned and still not ready to believe your quick turn about. Nnora, are you the same uncertain sister who questioned me so earnestly just an hour ago? What has the Prince done to you to bring about this change? Has he forced you in any way?”

Nnora almost choked with laughter at the thought of the orgasms Dev had “forced” upon her. No way would she share that with her suddenly prune-faced sister. “You were the one trying to convince me Devtorvas was right for me. Now you seem to have changed your tune.”

“Well, yes, because I left you spouting vengeance and find you cooing and billing like love birds.”

“He has simply managed to convince me that he loves me, Dohsan. Dev has given me what I lacked all these lonely years. Please be glad for me. Please, Dohsan,” Nnora murmured, pleading for peace. She so wanted her sister and her new husband—both of whom she loved dearly—to coexist in peace. “Do not spoil this special day for me!”