Sergey: Love Me Harder (7 page)

“Are they really in danger? ‘

“Yes and so are you, but not from the government or the military. We believe a created is after them.”

“I felt something in the mall, which is why we left. It was a feeling going up my spine that we were in danger.”

“You did the right thing.”

He reached down and took her bags, leading her back to the house.

“Are they in trouble?”

“Trouble?”

“For having gone to the mall. Will they get into arguments or worse?”

Her fiancé had liked to raise his voice. At the time she’d thought it was normal. She knew better now.

“We, the created, are new to the ways of mating and the females are new to the ways of the created. They will work it out. We weren’t upset you went to the mall. We were concerned because you chose not to tell us.”

“Are all aliens calm?”

“I can’t speak for all, but the created will never hurt a mate. We’re also not calm with our enemies.”

“I remember.”

Sergey stopped in the sitting room. He motioned for her to take a seat. “I’d like to answer any questions you may have.”

She’d noticed that the longer she was away from his presence, the less feeling she had in her body. She’d wanted to howl in the mall when she had touched a shirt and couldn’t feel it.

She’d pretended to enjoy its softness, but hadn’t bought it because she couldn’t feel it.

“My nerve endings are truly dead. Why can I feel around you?”

“That experiment you were subjected to should’ve killed you. It should’ve produced an unbearable pain along your nerve endings that would’ve infiltrated every part of your body, until you died screaming. The most efficient way to save your life was to numb your nerve endings. This would keep you from transmitting the poison throughout your body. The good news is that it worked. You have Dante and his brothers to thank for that.”

“The bad news is that it’s not reversible.” She added.

“That’s not exactly true. It is reversible to some degree. If it weren’t, you wouldn’t have been rubbing on me desperately earlier.”

She refused to be embarrassed. Now she just needed to get that memo to her flaming face.

“How did you make me feel?”

“The antidote used on you was created using antibodies from our blood stream. You may have noticed that when you shook Aran’s hand, you were able to feel it. If you were to bump into one of the created or touch us, you would feel it. If you had physical contact with Dee or Rena, you would’ve been able to feel it.”

“I don’t understand, I touched Aran’s hand, but I didn’t feel like I felt with you.”

“That’s because Aran isn’t your mate.”

“I don’t have a mate.”

“We now believe the created have only one true mate. So far, we have found three of them on your planet. When the created finds a mate, she imprints on him. At that point, no other woman will do for him. He also imprints on her, which is more difficult for a human woman to deal with. Many times she may deny what is happening. In your case, the longer I’m with you, the more you’ll feel. Eventually when the mate link is complete, you might have complete use of your nerves again.”

“I think you missed one fundamental point. I don’t have a mate.”

Getting up, she picked up the bags and walked into the adjoining room. How could he be her mate? She’d tried that once, it hadn’t worked out so well. She began to put the clothes she’d purchased away. She refused to ask herself why she was putting them in the drawers and closets next to his. Grabbing her night clothes, she went into the bathroom.

Stripping naked, she looked in the mirror not liking what she saw, but for once she didn’t judge herself harshly.

She started the shower and stepped into it. The water came out nice and hot, washing away the cares of the day. She poured some bath soap on a sponge, allowing the scent to take her away. The harder she rubbed, feeling nothing, the more depressed she became. Without consciousness thought she turned to the one thing that gave her joy.

She thought of Sergey holding her up, bringing her to a moaning orgasm, the first in forever. She saw herself slipping to her knees and unbuttoning his pants. She could hear the soft rasp of his zipper coming down. She moaned at the thought. She licked her lips in anticipation as she worked his pants down over his lean hips.

She opened her eyes to find Sergey standing on the other side of the shower.

“What are you doing in here?”

“You called me.”

“Did not.”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He’d been honest with her since she’d first met him.

“Sorry, I hadn’t meant to.”

“I can leave.” He said.

She nodded her head without saying yes leave or no stay. She had no idea what she wanted. No, she was lying to herself. She wanted him, had wanted him from the first moment she’d seen him in that bar.

She wanted him, but that didn’t mean she deserved him.

“Should I stay? I can wash your back.” He said.

“You don’t look like a back washer to me.” She smiled.

“I’m willing to make an exception.”

He waited. When she said nothing else, he turned and headed for the door.

“Stay.”

Chapter Eleven

Sergey turned around to look at her. The shower hid nothing. “Are you sure I’m the one you want?” He asked.

Lorali lifted her hand placing her palm on the clear glass door of the huge shower.

“It only took one deep breath when I walked into that bar to cue me in that there was something in there I wanted. The tantalizing smell of you hit me. I immediately forgot why I was there. All I wanted was to get closer to what had called to me.

The spicy, wild scent of you threw me off balance, making me want what I knew was forbidden. When I sat on that bar stool next to you, allowing my eyes to take you in from head to toe, I knew I had to touch you.”

She lifted her hand to examine it.

“I wanted to run my hands up and down your incredibly large arms. My fingers needed to trace every line on your chest. I knew that only one of us would receive pleasure from my touch. I knew I would feel nothing and I didn’t care. I needed to touch you then and I still do.”

“So yeah, I’m sure you’re the one I want.”

Sergey reached down and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt he’d changed into while she’d been away. Catching it, he pulled it over his head. Lorali watched the play of muscles as he revealed his hard chest to her.

Had she just let out a moan? Licking her lips, she decided to let out another one just in case the first one was her imagination. Her fingers began drawing designs on the door, wanting nothing more than to touch him, twitching with the effort it took not to leave the shower.

He was dressed in black jeans and a pair of heavy boots. He bent over and pulled the boots off.

You knew you had it bad when you were thinking how hot a guy’s feet were. She had to laugh. She had it bad. Pants please, she silently chanted in her head. What was Mr. Epic bulge waiting for? She had to see.

He stood there with his belt undone and his hands on the button of his fly. She looked up and saw the small smile on his face. He was teasing her. If she’d known males like him existed, she would’ve put her order in years ago.

Two could play at this game. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it. Pushing it back and forth between her lips, she watched the muscles in his neck jump.

She withdrew it with an audible pop. Taking her wet finger, she placed it on her nipple, allowing the wetness to coat it. Then she tugged just a little before pinching it. It tightened, standing up enough for him to see.

The button and the zipper to his jeans came undone so fast that she missed it. He was pushing them down, allowing his arm to tighten and bulge from the act.

Her eyes got big and her mouth went dry as she waited, hoping not to be disappointed.

Oh my … would that even fit? She would find a way. He was big, thick and he stood out with a little slant upwards. She wanted to throw her leg over him and ride him like a frickin see saw.

No, better yet, she wanted to push all that yummy goodness into her and play hide and seek with it for the rest of the night.

With effort she pulled her mind out of the gutter and bad playground analogies. Getting really dirty with him made a pop appearance, before she pulled herself together and stepped away from the door.

He opened the door. The huge shower suddenly shrank when he stepped in.

She backed up more, until she was under the spray of the shower. The warm water felt good on her skin. She felt alive. Excited. She wanted to live in this moment forever. Then he reached for her.

She felt his hand tremble on her arm. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He lowered his head to capture her lips in a kiss. His lips pressed against hers roughly as he demanded entry into her mouth. She gave in with a sigh, meeting each invasion of his tongue with an invasion of her own. They dueled, reveling in the sensation of their mouths mating.

She pulled back, gasping for air. “You won’t hurt me.”

“I could. We’re rough during sex. We’re made that way. We need to pound deep and hard. Not many women can take us.”

She let out a deep groan that sounded primitive to her own ears. She clutched at his shoulders as she tried to drag his body closer to her.

“Sergey, I need it like that. I always have. Even before the experiment. Don’t tease me.”

The desperation in her voice moved him. She hid her head in his chest not wanting to be rejected. He took that moment as a chance to bite her neck, not breaking the skin, but claiming her just the same.

Her cries of pleasure encouraged him to move on. Lowering his head, he zeroed in on the nipple that had provided such sweet torture when she’d pulled on it. He flicked it with his tongue, loving the sound of her asking for more.

Taking it in his mouth, he sucked hard. “Yes, harder.”

A male should always please his mate. He sucked harder, pulling on her nipple, placing a few stinging bites on her rosy bud, as her hips began to rotate in pleasure.

The harder he tugged, sucked and even bit without breaking the skin, the more she thrust her hips, allowing that incredible smell that was all her to overtake him.

He moved to the other nipple, pinching it with his fingers and watching it harden up in his hands.

“You’re so responsive, little one.”

“Only with you. You send my body into over drive.”

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, while his fingers traced her smooth pale skin. She was so light and creamy. He wanted to lick her up like a bowl of cream.

His fingers traced down to her belly button. Taking a few moments to trace around it, before briefly touching inside of it.

She had screamed “Please.”

Her nipple popped out of his mouth when he went to his knees, kissing her abdomen and licking downwards as his fingers explored ahead of him. When he got to the top of her thighs he placed a kiss on her mound and looked upward.

Her eyes were big and bright. The look on her face was one of disbelief, mixed with yearning.

“What are you going to do?”

He nuzzled between her legs, feeling her shake.

“It should be pretty obvious.”

He took a finger and allowed it to trace the seam of her sex before lowering his head to allow his tongue to do the same.

Small mewling sounds escaped her lips. She wanted him.

Stiffening his tongue, he dove in, allowing his tongue to collect the cream that had seeped between her lips. She thrust on his tongue as he moaned deep in his throat at the taste of her.

He sucked hard on that tiny ball of nerve endings in his mouth. Her hands went into his hair, clutching it desperately as she begged for more. She ground against his face, wanting and needing more.

He sucked and licked on her, feeling her desire climb every time he did. Taking his time, he began to insert one finger into her hot, tight pussy.

“Yes please,” was all she could manage. The man could do anything with her now. She was his.

He inserted a second finger, making her fill full. She tried to ride his fingers, but he stilled her. He was doing all the work. All she could do was stand and shake as he worked her body.

She needed release. She begged for it silently. At the same time, she wanted this to last forever. Who knew if she would ever get another chance at this lovely feeling taking her body over?

She was sure she would die when he added a third finger and began to push in faster. Nothing could stop her from moving. Her hips thrust in time with his movements. Her clit begged for release from his relentless tongue.

She cried out as he took her to a new level of pleasure, laced with exquisite pain.

No more, she thought. I can’t take anymore. Then her body exploded. She knew she’d died. She shuddered with pleasure as death overtook her.

She blacked out.

Chapter Twelve

She woke up to the feel of his soft bed cradling her and her alien draped over her like a blanket. She smiled. Life was good.

His warm brown eyes peered down at her. “You’re awake.”

And Hungry. His eyes were like the most decadent melted chocolate she’d ever come into contact with. Staring into them made her want to eat him up or at least lick and suck him until she was full. Thoughts of fullness came with stuffing all that yummy goodness deep inside her. Yep, she was definitely awake.

She raised up and licked his nipple. “I’m awake.”

His chocolate eyes glowed. The intensity of them burned through her. He lowered his lips and kissed her, flaming the fire that had been banked when she passed out.

“Are you alright?” His voiced rumbled in her ear, making her body quiver more.

“Fine.”

Oh my god, her mind whispered frantically. Part B was about to be inserted into Part A and Part B was currently attached to a bonafide alien. She was ok with that.

She rubbed her body against him to show her willingness, her desire to continue.

“You passed out.”

She laughed. “I know. You’re good.”

His chest swelled with pride. He lowered his head and began kissing her neck, making her squirm, before he trailed his kisses lower. He licked between her breasts, making her laugh with a husky voice.