Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (40 page)

He was ready to dispense with it now
that circumstances had changed. Unfortunately, there were two road
blocks to that—his word, and Emerald’s announcement that she loved
both of them and expected them to continue as a fucking
threesome!

He was inclined to think the change in
their situation relieved him of obligations that were directly
connected to the situation at the time—giving his word to share—but
he wasn’t as comfortable about it as he wanted to be. And he didn’t
know what the hell to make of Emerald’s insistence that she loved
them both.

Actually, he did. He knew just as well
as Koryn did that they’d conditioned Emerald not only to accept
them but to become emotionally dependent on them. He’d been well
aware that that was what they were doing all the time. It hadn’t
particularly bothered him that he was ‘conditioning’ her
devotion—as long as he had it because he hadn’t expected their
situation to change so radically and he’d known that, once she was
under his control that would continue.

All he could think while he stared at
Emerald was that he desperately wanted to leap at the offer and
that, if he did, then he wouldn’t be allowing himself time he might
well need to convince her she really did love him.

Because the very moment he got her
pregnant, both her and Koryn would expect things to go back to what
they’d been before.

He didn’t especially like the idea of
gambling, either, gods damn it! He thought it was probably unlikely
that he could impregnate her as quickly as he had before. The odds
weren’t generally in favor of that, regardless of how fertile both
parties were.

But he might and he didn’t harbor any
doubts that Koryn would be fucking hovering over her with the gods
damned scanner like he had the first time!

Actually, considering how badly he was
backed up, the odds were probably very much in favor of
impregnating her instantly.

If he did, though, wouldn’t that
insure her as his?

He knew damned well it wouldn’t, not
considering the fucking mess he’d created!

He cleared his throat, glancing from
one to the other, trying to think of some way to stall for time
until he’d had time to consider the situation and decide upon the
best course—or find some gods damned birth control method—other
than abstinence!

“
That’s … great news!
Thing is, though, our situation is rocky right now and I have to
wonder if it wouldn’t be better, for everyone concerned, to wait …
at least until we have some idea what we’ll be facing once we reach
Centaurian.”

Emerald blinked at him, her face
slowly turning red and then the color completely receding to leave
her pale, although he couldn’t decide what emotions inspired the
fluctuation.

Koryn merely gaped at him a moment
before he frowned thoughtfully. “I hadn’t considered that,” he said
slowly.

Relief flooded Tariq. “Exactly!” he
said, warming to his theme. “I mean, we’re not sure we’re
completely out of the woods as far as pursuit goes, and we don’t
know what’s ahead of us. I don’t want to add any risks to the
situation.”

Koryn nodded. “I’ll head back to the
sick bay and see if, by chance, Lady Selena had any birth control
available. I intended to do a thorough inventory
anyway.”

Tariq glared at his back as he
retreated, realizing he’d created just the fucking situation he’d
wanted to avoid—since there was no reason they couldn’t share
Emerald if he wasn’t trying to breed her and they had birth
control.

“
I thought you wanted me
to have your baby,” Emerald said neutrally.

Tariq’s anger flared upwards a notch.
That was a prime example if he’d ever needed one, he thought
bitterly, that it was never a good idea to act on impulse on
anything of importance. It was on the tip of his tongue to order
her to the cabin to assume the position. He struggled with it a
moment and finally took a step forward, hauled her into his arms,
and strode purposefully toward the rear cabin. If she wanted proof
of his devotion, by the gods, he was damned well ready, willing,
and able. She was going to be gods damned lucky if he didn’t blow
her head off when he came!

Although it flickered through
Emerald’s mind that Tariq had decided to continue their discussion
in a more private place, his hard, purposeful expression was
unnerving to say the least. “Tariq?” Emerald said uneasily as they
reached the cabin and she emerged sufficiently from her surprise to
find her voice.

He didn’t acknowledge the question in
her voice by more than a hard glance and a tightening of his lips
and Emerald’s uneasiness mounted as he strode through the door of
the cabin and it closed behind them. Instead of setting her on her
feet, he crossed the room and deposited her on the bed, following
her down. She was still trying to gather her wits when he dragged
her beneath him and opened his mouth over hers.

A jolt went through her when he
captured her lips beneath his hard mouth. It created a fresh wave
of pandemonium within her, but as brief as it was, it left her
completely vulnerable, defenseless against the warmth she instantly
felt waft through her as her senses burgeoned. His taste and scent,
the urgency of his touch, decimated the last of her defenses. She
sank beneath a tidal wave of heat, floating, drifting, anchored
only by his bulk to the bed beneath her. The last of her doubts as
to whether his actions were motivated by anger that she’d
questioned him or desire vanished as she felt the raw need
emanating from him in heated waves, felt it in the tremors of his
hands as they skated over, and the hunger of his mouth.

Within moments, he divested her of the
flimsy, hated sheathe she’d been forced to wear as a slave of the
house of Mylor. She shivered at the faintly rough texture of his
palms and fingers as they glided over her, awakening every nerve
ending and spreading the pleasurable warmth. The possessiveness of
his touch comforted her even as it aroused her.

She’d begun to despair of ever feeling
his touch again. Despite reason, despite her denials both to
herself and to him, she’d begun to think of Tariq as being as close
to god-like as a mortal could be and yet Mylor had shaken that deep
core of certainty that Tariq could and would triumph over anything
thrown at him. Whenever he’d come to her, he’d gloated over Tariq’s
imminent execution, regaling her with the nightmarish details of
what that entailed until she’d begun to fear there was no hope for
him or Koryn or herself.

Sleeping in the shelter of his body
the night before had appeased her need for reassurance and comfort,
but it had done nothing for the barely acknowledged fear that he no
longer wanted her, that she’d been so tainted by Mylor’s touch that
it had turned Tariq’s desire for her to disgust. She’d been certain
it had when Tariq had politely refused her offer to shelter and
nurture his child within her body, certain she’d lost that tenuous
hold she’d had upon his affections, that it was as dead as the
child she’d lost.

The play of his mouth and hands over
her did far more than arouse her senses to a fever pitch of
excitement and anticipation. It began to heal the wounds within,
soothed fears even while it thrilled her.

She began to tug at his clothing after
a few moments, desperate to feel his bare skin beneath her palms
and against her. He struggled for some moments to remove them
without breaking off his exploration and finally gave up. Rolling
from the bed, he stripped impatiently and dove at her again. Her
excitement reached a new level when she felt the brush of his bare
skin against her own and for a few minutes she was too focused on
gathering the scent of his skin on her own and the feel of it
inside of her to think of anything else.

“
Tariq … come inside me,”
she gasped when he’d pinned her to the bed to explore her breasts
with his mouth.

He tensed, releasing the nipple he’d
been tormenting and burrowing his face between her breasts. “Baby,”
he muttered, his voice hoarse and tinged with self-depreciating
amusement, “I won’t do you any good like that. I’ll come before I
even get in.” He lifted his head and played with her other nipple,
nipping at it with his lips.

Emerald clutched him tightly. “I don’t
care. I need to feel you inside of me. Please?”

He lifted his head and met her gaze,
swallowing with an effort. His expression tautened. “Don’t say I
didn’t warn you,” he growled, shifting over her abruptly and
curling his hips to press the head of his cock against her
sex.

She braced the soles of her feet on
the bed, pulling at him impatiently in response.

Heaving a heavy breath of defeat,
Tariq curled his arms tightly around her and thrust his hips. The
moment the tight band of her flesh engulfed the head of his cock, a
red haze of mindless need enveloped him, shattering his control and
what little remained of the battle with his conscience. A modicum
of reason remained, a small voice in the back of his mind urging
him to take care, reminding him of her frailty beside a hulking
brute like himself, but the raw need to drive inside of her and
expel his seed was so insistent it took all he could do to pay that
any heed at all. Truthfully, he wasn’t certain afterwards that he
had. He was so focused on the war he was waging with his body to
keep from coming instantly and the battle to claim the channel of
flesh beckoning to him and, at the same time, resisting every
effort to gain ground, he feared his slow claiming was more a
matter of an inability to do what he wanted than the consideration
for her that it should have been.

He lost even that much reasoning
ability once he’d managed to burrow deeply enough to feel her flesh
fist around his cock like a vice. He paused to try to drag in a
breath of air when it felt as if his chest was going to collapse
and tried to decide whether he’d driven deeply enough to withdraw
at all without being shoved completely out again. Deciding after a
moment that he was going to lose it and come all over the bed if
her muscles squeezed him completely out, he sucked in a reviving
breath and struggled to seat himself a little more deeply. His
balls drew up … all the way to his throat, threatening to choke
him.

Expelling an explosive breath, he
pumped his hips experimentally to see just how much movement he
could allow himself and promptly lost his train of thought when he
felt the muscles gripping him ripple in response. Beneath him,
Emerald uttered a low groan and stiffened. Goosebumps erupted along
his back. She bucked against him, pulling him deeper, and he felt
her muscles convulsing around his cock like massaging
fingers.

His body responded instantly by
seizing up, forcing a choked groan from him as the spasm ejected a
stream of semen. Catching his breath, he began pumping into her
frantically in short, deep thrusts until the spasms finally passed,
leaving him feeling as if it took every ounce of strength with
it.

Braced on his elbows and knees, he
paused to catch his breath, to relish the release for a few moments
and gather enough energy to lift himself off of her. She grasped
both of his buttocks when he tensed to move away.

“
Don’t pull out
yet.”

Tariq felt his heart execute a
dizzying leap, felt the heat that had just left him center in his
belly again, bringing his cock semi-erect. Tightening his hold on
her, he rolled over and carried her with him. She scooted back
along his belly once he’d settled, pushing his cock deeper. He was
more than a little inclined to pursue the promise of pleasure
offered by the tight hold of her sex along the length of his, but
he hadn’t caught his breath from the first time—yet.

She felt tiny draped over
him, abruptly raising his awareness of the difference between
them—because she
was
tiny compared to him—and yet her weight was substantial
enough to dispel the flicker of uneasiness that came with the
awareness. She’d come. He didn’t think she would have if she’d been
in any kind of distress other than acute sexual arousal.

He lifted his hands and skimmed them
lightly along her back, tracing her form, and finally settled them
on her buttocks, pressing her more firmly down on his cock. It sent
sharper currents of pleasure through him and he felt himself grow
fully erect inside of her. She lifted her head to stare at him. He
tilted his own head to meet her gaze, wondering abruptly what was
going through her mind, wondering why she’d been reluctant for him
to pull out. He knew why it had appealed to him. He just wasn’t
certain why it appealed to her.

“
I’d kiss you,” he
murmured huskily, “but I’m enjoying you right where you are way too
much.”

Her lips curled in a knowing smile and
she dipped her head to plant a kiss between his breasts.

“
If I had my way I’d keep
you there.”

She chuckled. “There’s an
image.”

He thought it over and grinned lazily.
Gripping her hips, he rocked her back and forth along his length
until she caught the rhythm and began to move languidly. He focused
then on exploring her with his hands. He’d forgotten how much
pleasure it gave him just to touch her, but then again he’d never
had the opportunity to grow as familiar with her as he wanted. As
arousing as he’d found it to discipline her when he’d thought he
was training her as his slave, it had almost been as unsatisfactory
as it was pleasurable.