To Love a King [The Reformation 1] (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) Read online

  “He was from Mexico, not quite as far a drive as you all.”

  This could get tiring. Speaking the same language, but not really speaking the same language. She supposed it came down to a pick-your-battles sort of mentality, and explaining Hispanic to him really didn’t seem worth the effort.

  “Come to me.”

  She should have refused his request, but could not. She went to him as if he’d cast a spell on her. He put his hands on her arms and pulled her close to him. She felt sure she could resist better if she didn’t have to work so hard to keep the towel wrapped around her body.

  “I know nothing really of your homeworld, or your people. Honestly, I had no interest until today. Now I find my mind filling with questions. I find myself wondering how a coupling between us would be.”

  She wanted to be offended, or at least act like she was, but in truth, ever since he’d touched her yesterday, she’d been hard pressed to get him off her mind. Earlier, she had been picturing him between her thighs in her fantasy, eating her, devouring every piece of her.

  “I’ve spent four years in confinement, no decisions allowed me. My mind is not entirely clear, but I am pretty damn sure I don’t want to talk about sex with you.”

  “But we already are, aren’t we?”

  Trying to keep her common sense in place was like treading water in a hurricane. She’d have it for a second, then a wave of lust and desire would submerge her in a sea of curiosity and longing, but she couldn’t trust any of it. She’d been kidnapped and held prisoner. That alone was enough to mess with anyone’s head. Add to that, how could she be certain he wasn’t using some type of mind control on her?

  “I have a confession to make, Naveenah.”

  “What could you possibly need to confess to me?” She almost feared his answer. Unsure if she dared hear him out, she felt her heart race.

  “I watched you earlier.” His eyes went dark, nearly feral. “I saw you touching yourself. Bringing yourself pleasure. Our females’ sexual centers are in their backs, so they cannot arouse themselves. They need to be touched by someone else.”

  “So you arouse a woman by massaging her back?”

  Seemed a little strange to her, and she couldn’t even imagine the torture that could be if you suddenly became aroused and could seriously do nothing about it but run through town screaming, “Someone touch my back!”

  He touched her cheek. His energy was so great that she felt the touch throughout her body. She became warm and wet. He added his other hand, pushing it through her hair, cradling her head in his hand as he stared deeply into her eyes. A hunger grew inside her, an almost insatiable need to touch him, to kiss and feel every inch of him. She pressed herself against him, her breath shallow, her need growing unbelievably, and then he released her. Took his hands from her body and stepped away.

  “That is how I arouse a female.”

  She leaned against the balcony rail, needing to catch her breath. What was he doing, making some type of bizarre point?

  “I feel nearly traitorous telling you how very much watching you aroused me, Naveenah.”

  She turned to face him. This felt like some game that she had not been allowed to know the rules of. She needed to shut this all down now. “Get out.”

  “I’m not ready to leave.”

  “I don’t give a fuck. Get out before I start screaming.”

  He narrowed his eyes, looking at her as if he could read her thoughts. Perhaps he could. How would she know one way or the other? He stepped closer to her again. Every time he came close, she couldn’t think. “You won’t scream.”

  He put his arm around her and pulled her body hard against his, lifting her slightly. In the exchange she lost control of the towel, and it fell around her waist, caught between their bodies, baring her breasts. Her natural inclination made her wrap her legs around him, so that she rested against his cock. The loosening of a few strings and they would both have the answers to their questions about their races meshing sexually.

  “Then again…” He brought his mouth to hers, barely touching. “Now that I think of it…” He smiled. She couldn’t see it, but she felt it against her lips. “I would wager that I could make you scream. And I would wager that you’d rather enjoy it also.”

  She had absolutely no response for him. She stayed still, wondering if he’d kiss her, wondering if his people even did that sort of thing, wondering for the first time how different their races really were, and would it be possible to experience great passion in the arms of one of them. Four years had been a very long time to go without a man’s touch, and if she were truthful, for her personally, it had been even longer. Would it truly be so wrong if she were to give in to him?

  “I could never allow such a thing, of course.” Not sure she actually possessed the strength to resist, she tried to project a serene confidence she didn’t feel. Looking him right in the eye to hide her uncertainty, she prayed that he wouldn’t call her bluff.

  “And why not?”

  She drew a fortifying breath, determined to be stronger than her damn hormones. “Because, if I gave into you, you’d tell your brother and then my friends and I would never be released. I can’t do that to them simply to satisfy any curiosity I may…” He began to smile. She pulled her face away from his. “…or may not have about you and your genita…your mantura.”

  He growled and playfully bit at her even as he jostled her position on his body and held her tighter. She was startled at first, but then laughed playfully.

  “So proper, mahia.”

  She felt his challenge in her bones. She was so aroused that her need began to engulf her.

  “But hear me when I promise you that if anything were to happen between us, I would never tell my brother.”

  “Why not?”

  He smiled in a way that showed he’d been baiting her—just giving a small amount of information, to see if he had her interest—and she’d shown her hand all too easily this time.

  “Because. When you and your friends leave this planet in a year, I will be leaving with you. I have only agreed to stay on Vaturia to help rebuild for one year and I will not be kept here a moment longer. So your secret would be eternally safe with me.”

  She suddenly felt serious and wriggled in his arms until he put her back on the ground. She replaced the towel around her body.

  “Where would you go?”

  She couldn’t imagine living anywhere but Earth, although prior to her kidnapping, she had never known that anything other than Earth existed as a living option.

  “That’s the beautiful part, mahia. Anywhere I want.”

  She got quiet and went back inside the room, not sure what the feeling in her heart really was. It felt like jealousy, but that made no sense whatsoever.

  “What have I done?”

  She climbed onto the bed, rested her back against the headboard, and brought her knees up to her chest.

  “You haven’t done anything, but you have to understand how surreal this still is for me. In many ways it feels like one long nightmare that I’m due to wake up from at any second.”

  She looked up at him and saw he had clearly zoned out on her even though he was staring rather intently. Then she realized the view she must certainly be giving him and gasped as she brought her legs down flat on the mattress.

  “You’re a beast!”

  “You offered the view. I simply obliged to partake in it.”

  He was so raw and honest, and she had to admit how much she’d enjoyed this time with him. Her mind felt stimulated in a way it hadn’t been in far too long. She had to be careful. She had no way of knowing what tomorrow would bring. She could just as easily find herself back at the camp. She needed an ally, and Nikolai seemed just as good as any. Actually, he offered several real perks, but how could she know just how trustworthy he was?

  “What does ‘mahia’ mean? Are you calling me a child again?”

  She still felt pouty over that one, and before she made any
decisions about him, she wanted to make certain she was more for him than a curiosity and a joke.

  “Mahia, it means ‘little one.’ It is a term of endearment, not ridicule.”

  She was quite a bit smaller than he was, so she supposed she could not take too much offense, and besides, his tone when he said it told her he was being affectionate. She’d never been a sexually brazen woman in her past. Yet in her current situation, being so openly wanted by such a near-perfect specimen of the male species, she wondered if she might allow her inner vixen just a peek at the daylight.

  She stared at him, wishing she could read him. Nothing made her want to run from him. Rather, everything in her being was pushing her toward him. She steadied her nerves and slowly slid her heel back toward her ass and then to the side, providing for him a much less obstructed view than the one he had previously. His eyes grew large and dark, and she heard his breath shudder before it froze in his chest.

  “Are you a man of your word, Nikolai?”

  He rubbed at his collarbone, gaze riveted to the pale pink flesh she had revealed to him.

  “Which word would that be? That I won’t tell my brother?” His gaze traveled up her body until he captured her with the full force of it as he stared into her eyes. “Or the promise to make you scream?”

  She controlled her breath and held his gaze, hoping she appeared much more grounded than she felt.

  “Both.”

  He came toward her, unbuttoning his shirt, then pulling the ties loose on his pants before stretching out on his stomach before her on the mattress. He pressed her thighs apart and took a long, heated look. When he looked back into her eyes, his wicked smile nearly made her melt into a puddle right there on the mattress.

  “Then yes, mahia. I am most definitely a man of my word.”

  Chapter Five

  Nikolai was astonished at how charming he found the Earth female. Sexy and sweet, she had a fire in her that challenged him. In his lifetime, he had met many different races, but none had spoken to the deeper parts of him—until this female. It could not be explained by his feelings of sexual arousal or the excitement of something new. He felt something very specific about her. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to mate with this female, and nothing, not even loyalty to his brother, would stop him from being with her.

  He felt almost guilty that he’d been able to establish the bond with her and now heard nearly every thought she had. An unfair advantage, to be sure, but nothing had ever felt so important to him. It surprised him how easily he had made the connection with her. Of course, he had little enough experience in this area. As he understood it, only those with the gift could link with anyone other than their rianu. He did not possess that gift and wondered if it would be this easy to establish the link with all Earth females, or again, if it was simply her. The still voice deep within him advanced the notion that something other than her humanity had allowed him to connect. She simply resonated with him in a unique way, and he refused to examine it any deeper. He needed to stop his mind from racing before he started thinking about how much he sounded like his brother, justifying something which could not be justified.

  Entranced by the look of desire alive in her beautiful eyes as she smiled down at him, he ran his fingers down the insides of her thighs then cupped her ass in his hands and gently pulled her forward on the bed, displaying her pink folds better. Watching her touch herself had shown him how very sensitive this part of her body could be.

  “You don’t look anything like a Vaturian female here.” Nikolai could barely wait to discover the secrets of this unfamiliar territory. “Can I touch you?” He knew how much she wanted him—her desire fueling his own, becoming almost symbiotic. Yet he had to make absolutely certain of her conscious willingness to proceed. He needed her to say the words aloud so there could be no misunderstanding. She chewed on her lower lip and nodded.

  “Say it.”

  She took two shallow breaths then shakily said, “Touch me.”

  Nikolai adjusted his position on the bed to allow his cock more room to grow. He saw the anticipation in her features and continued to watch as, with one finger, he skimmed the outer edge of the mysterious folds of skin. She squirmed slightly. He went back for another pass, this time delving between them, running through her thick moisture down and around her opening. She moaned and grabbed the headboard behind her.

  He ran his finger over a tiny nub hidden within her folds like buried treasure. “What is this?”

  She gasped, speechless. She wriggled then pushed herself closer to him. The intensity of her response delighted him. Confident that he knew exactly what he had found now, and how to play with it, Nikolai smiled at her with lascivious promise before burying his head between her thighs.

  When he allowed his tongue to trace the same course his finger had only moments before, the heady scent, mixed with the earthy taste bursting forth, made him so instantly hard he thought he might come right there and then. He became almost instantly insatiable, wanting to delve deeper, devour her until he had written her essence on his soul forever. Like an animal, he explored on basic instinct alone, guided by her guttural moans, gasps, and sighs of pleasure.

  Never had he experienced so intense a sexual encounter from such a subtle beginning. If he did not do something to slow things down, this encounter would be finished before it began. From deep inside his mind, he pulled out sacred chants to calm his lust, but also to focus it into a more potent force that would bring her ultimate pleasure.

  His fingers caressed her thighs and down to her ass, where he could pull her closer to himself and set her at an angle where nothing was hidden from him. His tongue pushed inside her, and her hands came down and slapped the mattress hard.

  “Oh, good God!”

  Taking this as a good sign, he kept going, certain that the nub he had discovered held the secret to unlocking her deepest pleasure. He rubbed it with his thumb while he fucked her with his tongue, his moans coming in a rhythm with her own. His cock was so hard and painful now that he reached beneath him and freed it, rising up on the bed enough that he could grab hold and massage it to relieve some of the pressure.

  The feelings were too intense. He worried for a moment that he might explode, possibly taking her with him. He wanted inside her. He wanted to ram his cock hard into her cunt and see if they combusted. He climbed up her body, grabbing a thatch of hair at the base of her neck and forcing her to kiss him. She didn’t seem to mind. Their lips met in a ravenous kiss. Abandoning the fastidious peck of timid lovers, they locked in a savage embrace like two starving animals, each needing the other to survive.

  His tongue curled around hers. He bit her upper lip. She retaliated by sucking his tongue back into her mouth. He began rutting against her, still on the outside, abrading the little nub with his cock. Naveenah began to scream, but he smothered the sound by covering her mouth in another kiss. He reached between them and aligned his cock with her cunt, barely being able to restrain himself from shoving into her right then.

  “Fuck me! Nikolai, please. It’s been so damn long…and never like this.”

  She was breathless and had to pant each of the words. He showed them both mercy and plunged deep inside her. Both released a feral grunt at the contact and with each residual thrust as he pounded against her. He wanted to go deeper, to own everything she was.

  Their rhythm of grunts and thrusts soon became a chorus. What they had begun, there was no stopping now. He had planned on keeping as quiet as possible, needing to keep this liaison secret, but had lost that battle now to scents, tastes, and sensations. Nature had taken over, and everything else could be damned.

  “I’m gonna… Oh God!”

  Her head dropped back against the mattress. Nikolai reached under her, bringing her closer to his mouth, biting hard on the sweet curve where neck met shoulder. She screamed. Her body tensed. He knew she was coming. He was relentless, not easing up by any measure. He thrust into her with every bit of strength he
had for three more rounds before he, too, came hard—so hard that he could not control his own savage scream into the space surrounding them.

  The orgasmic embrace seemed to last a lifetime. Never in his life had anything felt like this. When she crested and lost her ability to continue the dance, she fell motionless, panting beneath him. He finished emptying his seed into her, then pulled her tightly into his arms before he collapsed on the bed beside her. He held her so tight, he feared she might not be able to breathe, but he couldn’t let go. He never wanted to let go. He wanted to pull her against him so tight that she became a part of him.

  He shuddered in the aftereffect of the most powerful sexual experience he’d ever had. Emotion welled up within him, and suddenly something deep inside shifted, awakened. He knew what it was, and feared it, but had known all along there might come a day when he would have to face who and what he was. This looked very much like that day had arrived.

  He looked down at her, wild blonde curls spilling all about her face. He pushed them back to look into her eyes, where he saw everything he was feeling, right down to the fear and disbelief of what had just happened, reflected back at him in her eyes. He kissed her firmly on the top of her head and closed his arms even tighter around her.

  What the hell am I going to do now?

  He whispered into her hair, “Mi sopta kum inlada de mayhore.”

  There was no fucking way he was ever letting this female get away from him for as long as he lived. She would take convincing, but that wasn’t what concerned him most in the moment. What did concern him was, where exactly did this leave Antares?

  * * * *

  Naveenah rolled over next to Nikolai. What she had experienced earlier was only supposed to exist in movies and novels. He lay sleeping beside her now after three rounds of lovemaking that no human should have had the stamina for. She allowed her fingers to play over his skin, rounding his shoulder and trickling along his bicep. She wondered about the markings on his skin. From forearm to forearm and across his upper back were black symbols, perhaps letters. They were squiggly lines and shapes that looked like they might form some other language, and she was curious to know what they said.