Joan laughed, blushed, and stood up. “I’m sure he will. Good night.”
As soon as she passed through the door, Varga grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.
“Don’t be too sure of that, little bird,” he growled, and gave her a firm smack on her bottom. “Apparently I have to convince you that I’m the right male for you.”
She wiggled happily, the slight sting from his hand sending a wave of heat to her needy pussy. “Hmm. It might take some time to convince me.”
His big hand clamped down on her bottom, but his thumb probed her entrance with exquisite gentleness. “I hope so. I have many ideas.”
As soon as the door closed behind them, he put her on her feet.
“Remove your clothing,” he growled.
He’d never been quite so demanding before, and a flutter of excitement swept through her.
“What if I don’t?” she asked provocatively.
“Then I will have to punish you.” He took a step forward, and she squeaked and dashed for the sitting area, ducking behind an oversized reading chair.
“Do you think that’s going to stop me?” His voice was stern, but she could see the laughter in his eyes and it only encouraged her.
“Not if you’re the right male.”
He growled and tossed the big chair aside as if it weighed nothing. Wow. Before she recovered from her amazement, he pounced. She heard fabric rip, and then her tunic disappeared. He bent her over the arm of the couch, completely naked, but when she looked back, he was still fully dressed. The contrast only added to her excitement.
“Eyes forward,” he ordered, and she obeyed.
A big, gentle hand, so at odds with the gruff voice, stroked down her back and caressed her ass. “You are so beautiful, little bird.”
Heat suffused her cheeks as she imagined what she must look like from his viewpoint. She shifted uncomfortably. “I’m nothing special.”
Smack! Another sharp sting that rocketed through her body. Her clit pulsed, and her nipples felt like burning brands against the cool silk beneath her. She moaned, and he immediately smoothed a gentle hand over the curve of her bottom cheek.
“Too much?” Before she could respond, his hand slipped between her legs and he growled approvingly at the slippery heat that met his touch. “Apparently not.”
A quick barrage of smacks followed, each one adding to the building heat as her hands clenched in the soft fabric of the couch and her body climbed inevitably towards climax. They stopped just as she reached the edge, but before she could protest, he grabbed her hips, lifted her up on tiptoes, and filled her with one hard thrust. The stretching fullness, so perfectly balanced on the razor edge between pleasure and pain, sent her flying over the edge, her vision sheeting white as her channel convulsed helplessly around the massive invader. She heard him groan, felt the heated rush of liquid bathing her insides, but his cock never softened.
She hadn’t stopped shuddering when he slowly pulled out, dragging those amazing ridges over her sensitive flesh.
“Now do you know I’m the right male for you?” he demanded.
“Show… me… again,” she gasped, and smiled happily as he did just that.
Chapter Nineteen
“I understand that we are en route to Hothrest,” Issar said to Varga.
They had finished a series of training exercises and were sitting back against the wall rehydrating. They were well matched – Issar was a challenging opponent – and Varga enjoyed the familiar ache of well used muscles.
“Yes, that’s the plan. My friend Baralt has a human mate, and she will be delighted to meet my female and Polly.”
“Will they be as delighted to meet her?” Issar said dryly.
“What do you mean?”
“You seem to assume that all humans wish to be together. Have you asked your mate if this is where she wishes to go?”
“I explained it to her when we first met.”
Issar made a noncommittal grunt, and Varga frowned at him. Joan hadn’t voiced any objection, had she?
“Of course, you and your female will be welcome as well,” he added after a silent interval.
“Thank you, but we will not stay. I am taking Taliane back to Asing.”
“Is that where she wants to go?” he asked sardonically.
“Yes,” Issar said calmly. “We also discussed going to Gliese Prime, but you know what the merchant houses are like. They do not have true mates, only arranged matings for the purposes of profit.”
“But I hear the females can take as many lovers as they wish.” Varga knew he was being provocative, but Issar’s serenity remained undisturbed.
“Taliane will not be taking any other lovers. But there is another more important reason why we are not returning to her home planet.” Issar’s spines flared as his voice turned cold. “They sold her to settle a debt. It is unacceptable, and I would have chosen to show them the error of their ways, but Taliane would rather forget.”
Varga’s own anger flared. He had heard that some of the great merchant houses placed little importance on the lives of individuals, both male and female, but to condemn someone to such a fate…
“If you ever change your mind, I would be happy to accompany you.”
“Thank you, my brother.” Issar’s face lightened when he saw Varga’s shock at the term. “We have undergone an epic adventure to rescue our females and defeat evil. Amongst my people, that makes us brothers.”
Varga nodded slowly and clasped Issar’s shoulder, before rising to his feet.
“It’s time to leave you, brother. My mate has been alone long enough.”
“If you want my suggestion,” Issar called after him. “Ask her what she wants.”
Varga sighed and waved a hand in the other male’s direction as he left. Why would Joan object to where they were going? She seemed to appreciate the company of other human females, even spending time
