Unexpected Mates (Sons of Heaven) (10 page)

“Are you offering to be my mate, Hayley?”

Hayley went up on tiptoe, whispering ‘yes’ into his lips...just before she kissed him.

****

Parrin didn’t waste a second; he parted her lips and made the most of the kiss. In a matter of heartbeats, her knees were trembling and her body hummed in awareness of the man holding her in his arms.

Holly laughed, and a masculine hoot followed.

Parrin eased out of the kiss, and Hayley stared up at him, her heart pounding.

Holly’s arms wrapped around both of them and squeezed tight. “I knew it!” She loosened her grip and started bouncing up and down. “I knew you two would be the perfect pair. I knew it.”

Hayley smiled. “Your turn,” she reminded her younger sister.

“No problem.” Holly turned to Trabor and all but jumped into his arms. She waved them away. “Go on. Get busy.”

Hayley looked up at Parrin.

His expression was deep and considering. “That is your choice, Hayley.”

Her stomach squirming, Hayley managed to gasp out another ‘yes’.

Parrin nodded, lifted her into his arms, and marched from the room with a cadre of Sakkra’s best guards surrounding them. Though he wasn’t rushing, Hayley’s head spun at the speed of events. She’d barely met Parrin, and she was fully invested in having sex with the man, followed closely by marrying him, a mating for life. If anyone had told her days ago that she would embrace this—hell, throw herself wholeheartedly into it—Hayley would have told that person he was insane.

The guards reached the door to her quarters first and opened it to let them pass. A confusing rush of Sakk words followed them through the opening, and the door closed behind them.

I have to learn the Sakk language.
Of course, she had the three-month trek to Sakk to accomplish it. She’d secretly wondered how many of the first generation of Sakk-crossbred humans had been conceived during the journey.

“What did they say?” she asked, as Parrin pushed past the drape that separated the sitting and eating areas from the bedroom of her quarters.

He chuckled darkly. “They wished us many healthy daughters.”

Her face flamed. “Oh. I guess they would.” Though the breeding measures and Sakk-born females were lessening the strain of a male-heavy society, the Sakk still hadn’t recovered from the near extinction of their females millennia earlier.

Those worries were short-lived. Parrin’s mouth came down on hers, wiping away every concern, save the most immediate ones.

Hayley moaned at the sensation of Parrin following her down onto the lush mattress. Her body was in a riot, taking in every sensation at once and approaching overload.

Parrin’s roaming hands weren’t helping her find focus. One stroked from her knee up the outside of her thigh, delving beneath the silk of her skirt. The other worked its way up her arm, teasing at the side of her breast. She moved against him, encouraging Parrin.

He would be experienced with women, she knew. Adolescent Sakk males went through a stage where they required frequent sexual interaction. As Hayley understood it, widows and prostitutes took care of their needs.

Parrin wasn’t treating her like a prostitute, of course. He took his time, stroking and exploring Hayley’s body. Their mouths meshed and parted in a feast of pleasure. Her body heated, demanding more of him.

As if she’d spoken the thought aloud, Parrin turned, placing Hayley above him. She gasped at the feeling of his cock pressing to her through layers of clothing. She reached for the zipper down her back, fumbling with it.

Parrin’s hand covered hers, and he drew away from the kiss. “Shhh. Let me.”

Hayley nodded and eased her hand away from the zipper. Parrin slid it down slowly, his eyes locked with hers. Tremors worked their way through her body, and she gasped for breath.

The dress parted, and Parrin worked it off her shoulders. Silk stroking at her scars drew a moan from her. Parrin cocked his head to one side and smiled. His cock jerked against her body. Hayley arched against him, drowning in need.

He traced the scars with his fingertips, and her breathing hitched. Parrin shifted and took her breast into his mouth. His stroking hands and suckling mouth had her body throbbing, half-formed pleas leaving her trembling lips.

Parrin reversed their positions and knelt up between her thighs. Hayley stared up at him, watching her clothing and shoes being stripped away in a daze.

“He touched your wing base,” Parrin muttered.

“What?” Her voice sounded weak and far away to Hayley.

“That was what you took offense to. Jamil touched your wing base.” Parrin moved on to his own clothing, leaving them both nude. His cock nestled to his stomach, ready to stake a claim on her.

Hayley swallowed a lump in her throat, watching the slight movements of his length avidly. “I don’t have wings,” she reminded him. True, she’d been born with stumps of wings, but those had been removed when she’d been less than a month old in the belief that they were a birth defect.

Parrin lifted her to her knees, steadying Hayley when her balance proved uncertain. “The wings are erogenous zones for us. The wing base especially so.”

Answering that was difficult. “Then...Holly?”

His smile sent a new set of butterflies winging through her stomach. “Poor girl.” He reached a hand up to stroke one scar, leaving Hayley gasping against his chin. “She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Parrin laid a hard kiss on Hayley’s lips, then moved with lightning speed. Before Hayley’s senses righted themselves, he was at her back, trailing his lips along her scars, heating them with his breath, stroking his tongue along them.

His cock lay against the base of her spine, taunting Hayley with what she wanted. His hands explored the front of her body, massaging at her breasts, pressing lightly down her abdomen, widening her stance to tease at her clit.

“I can make you come like this, Hayley. Is that what you want?”

“I want...” Truth be told, she wasn’t sure what she wanted, save that she didn’t want him to stop.

“Come like this and then feel my length filling you?” he tempted her.

Hayley nodded her agreement.

Parrin’s groan sounded of exquisite pain. He went back to his play, raising her arousal to a fever pitch. Her legs trembled, and she nestled closer to Parrin’s body.

He settled her onto the mattress again, his hands massaging at the scars that were fast becoming a favored part of her anatomy. Parrin captured her lips, the kiss hot and hard. He ground his hips against her, adding the promise of what was soon to come.

The heat between them came to a head, and Hayley grasped at Parrin’s shoulders, drawing him closer, her body exploding in delight.

His head came up, and he thrust into her. Pain and pleasure warred against the backdrop of the continuing orgasm. Parrin’s breathing hitched, and he looked down at her, his eyes widening.

“You were virginal?”

****

Hayley murmured something that sounded of agreement, and Parrin cursed himself silently. Human women usually weren’t virgins when they came to the consulate to be tested. For that matter, unless a female was born on Sakk or came from a seed world with wings, none of them were expected to be virginal.

Parrin had never had a virgin before. During his pre-prime settling, he’d been tutored by two widowed aunts. Since neither had been related to him by blood, it had been socially acceptable for them to have a taste of pre-prime cock while working him through the fever to the control he now possessed.

That control asserted itself now. Females could be injured in a first mating. Had he done so?

Having never been schooled in the particulars of a virgin female, he wasn’t certain what to expect. The faint tang of blood mixed with the sublime scents of sex.
She could be injured.
The concept of asking the healers for aid was both appealing and terrifying. He would definitely hold that as a last resort.

Hayley lifted a leg and wrapped it around him, and Parrin decided to take his cues from her. Her nipples were hard, her body moving against his as if urging him on. Clearly, she wasn’t incapacitated by pain. Were she seriously injured, she surely would be.

Parrin thrust deeper, and Hayley cried out. He hesitated long enough to note her impassioned eyes, to hear her sounds of pleasure, to feel her pulling at him. That spelled the end of his control.

The rest was fast and drugging. Parrin’s balls pulsed in the rush of cum up his cock and into her body. In the aftermath, Hayley held to him, pressing kisses to his chest as her sheath spasmed around his length.

Parrin’s wings curved around her, a show of protection inborn to the Sakk. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

Hayley smiled a sweet little smile. “Do you think I would have wanted something different?”

That was hard to answer. “How could someone as beautiful as you be virginal at nearly twenty-five?”

Her face reddened in a deep blush, and she raised one hand, touching one of her wing bases over her shoulder.

Parrin pushed the hair, disheveled and half-loosed from her fancy hairstyle, away from her face. “They may have clipped your wings, but that has taken nothing from you.” She was a sensual woman, and any man who let a scar blind him to that was a fool.

Hayley’s smile was brilliant, a clear indicator that he’d said the right thing. “How soon can we bind?” she asked.

His cock went from semi-erect to erect, drawing a gasp of surprise from her. “As soon as you want to, Hayley.”

Section Three: Unexpected Princess

Amy and Sakkra

Chapter Eight

“When I get to Sakk—”

Amy laughed heartily, then swallowed it at Lucy’s look of annoyance.

“What?” her best friend huffed.

Oh, boy. Now she’s indignant.
“Luce, you haven’t even gotten inside the consulate yet.”

“It has to be right, Amy. It just has to. I’ve never felt like I fit in. This
must
be why.” Her eyes pleaded for confirmation.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

Amy refused to give her hope. It wasn’t right to feed into this insane need Lucy had to find out she was secretly Sakk.

Every day, between a dozen and four hundred women came to consulates, around the world, to be tested. They drooled over hot men with wings. They spent time with whatever the testing entailed. And, according to the statistics she’d seen in
Time Magazine
, six hundred and ninety-nine in seven hundred left the consulate with crushed dreams.

There was little chance Lucy would be one of the few Sakk women the consulates located every month. Like most who came to be tested, Lucy had pinned her hopes on the result being positive. That’s why Amy had agreed to come with her.

To handle to inevitable fallout. Lucy has never liked being told ‘no’.

Lucy bounced on the balls of her feet, bobbing her head as if searching for a peek of birdman hunk over the heads of the assembled crowd. “It’s going to be perfect, Amy. Just perfect. Have you seen the videos of Sakk? It’s beautiful.”

“Yes. I’ve seen them.” Sakk was undeniably beautiful. It was the kind of place she’d like to visit. But moving to another world? The women who tested must be desperate or crazy.

“I’ve heard the Sakk are hung, too.”

Several heads snapped around. Lucy was oblivious to her mortified and hostile audience. Amy’s face burned, and she avoided their gazes.

A tone sounded, and the voice half the world recognized as Representative Janice Beldon filled the air. Amy knew it was recorded; the news had reported that Janice and her mate, Beldon, were on Sakk, anticipating the birth of their second child.

“In one minute, the shield before you will drop. You will have two minutes to make your way to the next checkpoint before the shield comes up again. Please proceed in an ordered and sedate fashion. Those requiring extra time or assistance will be met by warriors and aided into the checkpoint building.”

Amy shivered at the idea of being trapped inside the shields that protected the consulate.

“No weapons are permitted inside the Sakk consulate. Ready yourself for a security check.”

Lucy purred, probably visualizing a very personal strip search with one of the Sakk warriors. Amy opened her mouth to remind her that their scanners did it for them, then closed it with a snap. It was unlikely Lucy would listen anyway.

A second tone sounded, and the crowd surged toward the checkpoint. Lucy grabbed Amy’s hand and dragged her along. Though they didn’t run for the building, the assembled women walked double time, shouldering those who pushed too close.

It’s a busy day today.
There were more than three dozen women vying to be first in line at the checkpoint.

The tones counting the time until the shield would rise again seemed to come too fast, and Amy’s heart raced. They came to a halt in the checkpoint building, and she took a deep breath. The final tone sounded, then a warning blare. The stillness in its wake jangled Amy’s nerves. Before she caught her breath enough to focus on the murals decorating the walls, an armored male body was there, blocking her view.

“Identification, please.”

Amy fumbled for hers; Lucy had hers ready.

The warrior took Lucy’s driver’s license. “Ms. Ferguson, what brings you to the consulate today?”

“Testing for mating.” There was a blatant invitation couched in Lucy’s voice that made Amy want to shake her head in exasperation.

His gaze traveled up and down Lucy’s body. “Sakkan bless you with a positive result.” The cock rising against his indecently tight pants was impossible to miss.

Amy averted her eyes and offered her driver’s license. The warrior handed Lucy’s back and took Amy’s gently.

“Have you come to the consulate to test as well, Ms. Davidson?”

“No.” It came out too forcefully, and she winced. “I just came here as emotional support for Lucy.”