Sergey: Love Me Harder (18 page)

The room was done in pale colors. There was a violet and soft rose palette in the room. It was nice, but it screamed designer, not home owner.

What struck her most was how loved she felt. She was a part of a team. That feeling by itself was priceless to her.

“Shower?” She almost wanted to laugh. Maybe he had a cleanliness fetish. Could aliens have fetishes?

“A shower sounds good.” She stripped and placed her clothes in the hamper in the bedroom. She walked into the bathroom, knowing he‘d follow.

“Little one.” He walked up to her and hugged her, his front molding into her back. “Your beauty amazes me every time I look at you.”

“Thanks.”

“You misunderstand. Your body is beautiful. I want to touch it every chance I get. Yet, that’s not the beauty I speak of. Your heart shines in your eyes. The love you have for children sings loudly. The way you choose to take care of others, even if it puts you at risk. The sadness, joy and love imbued in your spirit. You’re beautiful.”

Sergey kissed her neck before stepping around her to turn on the shower. Checking the temperature, he invited her in. He gathered towels that he sat by the shower, then he gathered shampoo and body wash as well as sponges before he entered the shower with her.

“Let me wash you.” Her eyes went to his, sure she‘d heard him wrong.

“Let me wash you. Let me honor you as my mate and soon to be wife.” She nodded her head, sure that the wetness on her face was due to the spray from the shower head.

He turned her around, letting the water flow over her head. He gathered the shampoo that she‘d brought and poured it in his hands rubbing them together. Gently, he began to stroke his hands through her hair.

“I‘ll never willingly leave you.” He stroked her head, letting his fingers massage her scalp. The lather smelled good in the small space. She sighed as the tension headache she‘d felt earlier began to loosen its grip on her.

He rinsed her hair and repeated the process, eliciting a groan from her.

“You might be better than the woman who used to do my hair.”

He chuckled. “I‘ll take that as a compliment.”

“Definitely.”

He made sure all of the shampoo was out of her hair before moving her back and gently toweling off her face. She opened her eyes to smile at him.

He picked up a big blue sponge and reached for her body wash. Taking the top off, he sniffed at it.

“This smells good in the bottle, but it smells even better on you.” He poured out a generous amount and worked the sponge in his big hands until the lather was thick.

He turned her around so he could start with her back. He stroked her neck and then down to her shoulder blades. He took his time working her shoulders, massaging them and stroking them clean. Moving down her back, he took nice long strokes causing her to sigh out.

“You could do this for a living.”

“Thank you, I spent a lot of time helping Nicolas take care of the others. Over the years, I learned how to relax a body. It makes it easier for the body to heal.”

He worked the small of her back, releasing the tension she‘d stored up in it. His hands went to her rear and she tensed as she felt him rub over it with a light caress.

“Relax, little one.” His voice purred from his lips, causing her to moan, but she managed to relax some.

The feel of his hands on her made her hot. Her core throbbed and her sex wanted to be filled. She would‘ve begged for more, but she was too greedy to give up the pleasure she was receiving.

He bent to stroke down her legs, making her tremble. She leaned into the wall to stay on her feet.

“Time for the front.” He eased her around to face him.

He washed off the sponge and started again by adding a generous amount of her bath soap to it. Her eyes widened as she watched those strong hands play with the sponge. She took deeper breaths of air to calm herself. She licked her dry lips and tried to take a drink of water from the shower on the sly to wet her parched throat. She was desperately overheating.

He reached out and stroked the front of her throat while looking directly into her eyes. She was vulnerable. If he wanted to hurt her, now would be the time. He stroked her rapid pulse with his thumb before leaning down to kiss it.

Taking his time, he moved to her shoulders, washing them thoroughly before moving on to the top of her chest. She forgot to breathe when he touched her there with the sponge.

“Breathe.” His voice commanded as he lowered to wash one of her breast.

He took care to wash around it first, not touching the nipple. He repeated the pattern several times before allowing the sponge to stroke over the top of her breast and land on her erect nipple.

The feel of the sponge made her nipple tighten even more and the moan she‘d been holding back came out loud and clear. With a small smile of male satisfaction, he began to wash her other nipple. Her eyes dilated with pleasure.

He continued down her stomach with nice long strokes, not stopping until he reached the top of her mound.

He went down on his knees in front of her.

“I love you, Lorali.” He placed a kiss on the top of her mound before washing it with tender strokes.

“I want to spend the rest of my life loving you.” He gently stroked between her legs, causing her breath to come out in loud puffs of air.

Taking his fingers, he stroked her, cleaning her gently before washing her legs with long strokes of the sponge.

“Lift your foot.” He cleaned one foot, then the other, playing with her toes making her giggle.

Once he was done, he came back to her mound, placing his tongue there and licking. “You taste so good.”

He licked again, causing her to clutch onto his hair. She let out a moan as his lips sucked on her clit. Her body jerked in reaction to his sucking. Taking his tongue he stiffened it, pushing it into her channel.

She moaned her pleasure. He swirled his tongue around, enjoying the flavor of her.

“You taste so good. He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two fingers. He stroked her as deep as possible.

“Sergey.” His name came out in a strangled whisper as her legs began to shake.

His fingers moved faster now, plunging in and out of her, making her moans come faster and louder. He sucked her clit back into his mouth, adding a little pressure as he sucked. Her body came apart on a high keening note.

He worked his mouth and fingers, adding to her pleasure, until she slumped against the shower wall. Picking her up, he turned off the shower and dried her off.

He took her into the bedroom and laid her prone body on the bed, covering her up. Lorali had passed out. He looked ruefully at his hard member and shook his head. He‘d have to wait.

Chapter Thirty

The small hand tracing the muscles that corded his chest brought him out of the trance like sleep he‘d put himself in.

“Hi, little one.”

“Should I respond by saying hello, big one?” Her hand had slid down to grasp his erection. Her fingers couldn’t close around it. She was one lucky female.

He chuckled, giving her a smile that turned up just a little. He swung his hips up, letting his throbbing erection move back and forth in her hand. He moaned as her hand tightened and began to move of its own accord.

“Imagine me doing this when it’s my turn to clean you.” Her finger came to the head of his erection to rub the white pearl of liquid seeping out.

His hips jumped as she rubbed the sensitive head. “By the way, I‘ve come to the conclusion that you have a cleanliness fetish. I just wanted you to know I‘m so on board with that.”

His laugh turned into a moan as she stroked his head with the tip of her tongue.

“Like that baby?” She opened her mouth, taking as much of him in her mouth as possible.

The desire to thrust rode him hard. He held back, letting her take it as slow or as fast as she wanted. Her hand gripped him, sliding up and down his length, while her mouth sucked on him.

His groans of pleasure increased as she sucked harder. She allowed him to slip out with a small popping sound. He watched as it brought a smile to her face.

“I think you like it.” She took that incredible tongue of hers and began to lick the underside of his cock while her fingers played with his swollen sacs.

“You‘re playing with fire, little one.”

“Burn me, baby.”

He reached down and pulled her up to his chest. “I wasn’t done.”

“Neither am I.”

He caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Drawing a ragged moan from her as her body moved across his in a graceful slither.

“I need to be deep in you.”

“Who‘s stopping you, baby?”

His hand found the apex of her thighs, allowing his fingers to sink inside of her. “You‘re so wet.”

“Wet and ready, love. Why don’t you come to mama?”

He groaned and turned her over. He raised his body and looked down at hers. Her pale creamy skin made him harder and hungrier for her. Her blue green eyes blazed with desire for him.

He saw the truth in them. She needed him as much as he needed her. Easing to his knees, he took his erection and stroked it against the lips of her pussy. Her body arched, up getting closer. Cream seeped out of her. The head of his cock rocked back and forth in her juices as he stared into her eyes.

“All mine, little one.” With a thrust of his hips, he penetrated her. Her eyes grew wide and short little pants of air exited her throat.

He let out a deep groan as she held him tight. The deeper he sank, the tighter she felt. He knew she‘d been made to be his mate, to give him pleasure, to keep his heart light and his honor intact. She‘d been made to love him and he rejoiced.

He withdrew and plunged in again, allowing his pace to pick up and his thrusts to become harder.

“I want you just like you are.” She whispered those words in his ear as her legs tightened around him.

Her words spurred him on, drove him harder. The thin veneer of humanity he wore was ripped away. The male he kept under wraps showed himself. He preened in front of her while he impaled her repeatedly with his thick sword.

Her shouts of encouragement mixed with her moans of approval kept him going. Her small hand patting his back made him smile. She was his. Acceptance had him diving in desperately, needing to go as deep as possible in her.

It was the stiffening of her body that signaled his next move. He watched as he pumped deep, making sure to touch that spot that made her howl. Her body slipped over the edge as she cried out. He leaned down and licked the side of her neck.

She threw her head back and cried out her pleasure. He struck his fangs, sinking deeply into her neck. Her hands went to his head and held him closer.

He rocked his hips while he withdrew his fangs and licked her wound. He drove into her one last time as his pleasure was shouted aloud for all the nighttime silence to hear. He shook as he spent himself in her.

He rolled himself over taking her with him and closed his eyes, never withdrawing from her.

“Mate.”

She looked around, knowing she wasn’t in her mind now. She was in his.

“Mate.” She smiled at him. “I’m in your mind.”

“Yes, the barrier is down. Now we can speak freely.”

She snuggled into Sergey‘s body as she wondered what she should ask. “Who are you? I think that the female side of the brothers DNA seems to rule their more humanoid side. That would mean the male side of their DNA has more rule over you.”

“You are smart mate. The male side is more dominant in this side of the created.”

“Sergey said they sliced the male sperm, that the created was impregnated with sperm that had added DNA from other species in it. Not all of them of a higher life form.”

“The scientists aren‘t as smart as they thought. They took beings they thought were unintelligent because they couldn‘t communicate with them. These beings were several light years in front of them in intelligence. They then took wild animals from their world and added them to the mix. Stupid scientists.”

“I don‘t understand. There is no way, even if I was the smartest person on earth, that I could make the created from such a haphazard process.”

“You could, if some of the beings used were sentient down to their DNA.”

“That‘s impossible.”

“Is it? You lay on the body of the male and speak to the beast in his head. Is that possible?”

“Let‘s say I believe that DNA could be sentient. How would it manage to create the created over and over again?”

“Let‘s give the scientists some credit. When they had a formula that worked, they rarely varied from it.”

“I think I owe your scientists a thank you. No matter how they did it, you’re here and that‘s all that matters to me.”

He pulled her closer.

“Mate?”

“Yes, little mate.”

“Are you glad to be here? Are you happy with Sergey‘s choice?”

“Yes. Little mate. I‘d have dragged the male to the end of the earth to look for you, if he hadn‘t come to his senses and claimed you.”

“I‘d have hunted you down mate, if you had tried to leave me.” Her mental laugh sparkled between them. “Will I be able to talk to Sergey like this?”

“Yes, soon you‘ll talk to the others also. Aran won’t wait to bring you into the fold.”

“Another question. Can you do things like see the future or know what’s going to happen?”

“The older we become, the more abilities we develop. The created to ask is Dante. He‘s the oldest of us all.”

She wondered why that statement didn‘t surprise her as her eyes closed for a brief minute.

She woke from sleep with an overwhelming sense of foreboding. She stretched out to find the space beside her cold. She sat up, looking around the room to find that Sergey sat in a chair that he‘d moved close to the bed.

“Sergey?”

“What would you do for peace, little one?” She frowned. Her immediate response had changed. She went with it anyway.

“Anything.”

“Even kill?”

“Yes, if it was needed.” You didn‘t join the army without the thought that you might take some lives. She also didn‘t join the army to take lives, but she understood that at times killing, though wrong, was necessary.