V'hor's Nestmate Page 21

  “Well. Wow.”

  Her stunned non-answer pulled forth a laugh. Humor was something Vee never expected when the time came to explain his physiology to a woman he wanted to sex share with. “Yes. Wow.”

  But he wasn’t referring to his parents. It was his amazement at his fortune in having Eva in his bed and in his life.

  “Well, nothing about your body turns me off. I’m extremely turned on. Right now.” Her hand resumed its rhythmic stroking and Vee couldn’t help arching up into the tunnel she created with her grip.

  ***

  After what he’d shared, Eva was determined to give Vee one hell of an experience. Enthusiasm and experience were about to combine and make him a pretty lucky guy. Smiling, Eva put her full attention into her actions.

  His cock wasn’t the longest she’d ever had, but it was the thickest. Her fingers barely closed around the width. Dozens of veins pulsed over the shaft intermingled with bumpy nodules. He gasped on one particular glide of her hand and the bullet shaped head emerged from the folds of slick foreskin.

  Flushed a vibrant purple, Eva wanted to immediately lick it. At the tip a vertical slit parted and white droplets leaked onto her fingers. More of the slippery fluid dripped from the nodules easing things, making him slick to the touch.

  Stroking her hand up and down at a pace she hoped felt good, Eva chanced a glance up. Vee’s face was turned to the side, not looking as other men did when she was moments away from sucking them off. In fact, he grimaced each time his hips jerked and his flesh jumped in her palm.

  “Vee, are you alright?” This wasn’t going at all the way she’d planned.

  He nodded abruptly, keeping his eyes averted. Eva stopped her stroking. “What’s wrong? This is supposed to feel good. If it doesn’t, I promise my feelings won’t be hurt.”

  She tried to tease, but his lips flattened more. Something was going on, but she couldn’t decipher what. Her weight shifted as she prepared to stop. She’d decided maybe blow jobs weren’t his thing, but he didn’t want to tell her when his hand came to rest on her shoulder and applied pressure.

  “Stay.” Husky, but filled with an emotion she couldn’t place, Vee spoke. “I want you, Eva. I want this.”

  It didn’t seem like it. Eva renewed the up and down glide of her hand. The veins pulsed in a rhythmic beat. “Does this feel good?”

  “Yes,” he hissed.

  The answer finally clicked with her. “This is about the shame thing, right?”

  He nodded.

  Okay. She could work around that. “Look at me. See what I’m seeing and know I want to watch you give in to the pleasure. The thought of bringing you to orgasm has me excited.”

  Ridiculously excited. Even the idea of seeing his eyes glaze over while she did this had her breath catching. Her panties were sticking to her in an uncomfortable way and Eva was sure her thighs were glued together as signs of her own pleasure ran down her legs.

  There was one thing she needed to confirm. It was one thing to imagine sex acts with him, but another to actually do the things she wanted without being certain of something else. Eva ran a finger over the knobby texture of his shaft. “Your venom. The blocker will keep it from hurting me, right?”

  “Safe. You’re safe with me, Eva,” he panted.

  Eva added her other hand to increase the friction of a two fisted hand job. “Good.”

  Vee groaned as his body moved in counterpoint, the sensations overruling whatever mental block he might be struggling against.

  “Hmm. Let’s see how you like this.” It was all the warning Eva gave before she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and hummed at the rich taste soaking her tongue from the white dew he emitted.

  Vee cried out, but not in shock or pain. Features flushed and mouth agape, he was fully immersed in what she was doing. Eva lavished his shaft with everything she felt for him. Her tongue twirled around the head, her mouth sucking. Moisture drizzled past her lips to gather around her fingers as she continued the up and down motions.

  Hips rocking, Vee pleaded, “Don’t stop.”

  Exactly what she wanted. He was at the stage where thoughts gave way to feelings. Vee thrust into her mouth repeatedly and the sight was everything Eva imagined. His thighs tensed about her head then widened. She cupped what he had referred to as his seed sack and gently handled him. His length throbbed in her mouth and suddenly he moaned and arched his head back on the pillow, pumping faster and faster until he filled her with his release on a hoarse groan.

  Eva eased off slowly, his gasps music to her ears as she let him slide from her mouth. His entire body shivered, but he reached for her arms and pulled her up across his body. She rested on his chest, enjoying the rise and fall of his body beneath her. Another shiver and Vee kissed her on the forehead.

  “Thank you.”

  They lay together in companionable silence. Occasionally his body twitched and a smile of triumph crossed her lips. There was something about being his first blow job that had her feeling inordinately proud. Too soon, Vee moved, disturbing the comfortable state she’d drifted in. He rose to his knees and helped her up beside him.

  Eva frowned, but followed. “What are you doing?”

  He shifted her about until she was kneeling in front of him, but facing the wall. He slid close, chest bumping her back. Eva tipped her head up to catch a glimpse of his profile. “Vee?”

  “Shhh,” he whispered after positioning her the way he wanted. “I think it’s my turn now.”

  His lips smoothed over her shoulder while his left hand made its way down her front, stopping when his palm covered her waxed groin. “I am not completely without experience in this. My Matire saw to my training.”

  “Your mother?!” Eva didn’t know how she felt about knowing his mother gave him sex lessons.

  “Mmhm. It is the way,” he continued. “Nothing however compares to what I’ve learned about Earth women. You have fascinating terms revolving around sex sharing.”

  Eva blinked. “You know them personally? Been with them?”

  She would be pissed if he did.

  “Yes and no,” he whispered, placing kiss after kiss up the side of her throat in between licking her glistening skin. “Yes to the first. My friends share some of what their Chosens have said. No to the last. I have not been with any.”

  The heat from his hand quietly burned, tendrils of arousal making her dewy.

  “What terms do they use?” she asked, waiting for him to touch her more intimately.

  Vee smiled against her neck. “Many. But I want to know what you call this.”

  His fingers flexed between her thighs lightly, letting her know what he referenced.

  “Vagina.” She stuttered, allowing her head fall back on his chest as a single finger parted her folds and slid easily through her wetness.

  Vee hummed under his breath. “What other words are there? Tell me the one that makes you hot.”

  Was he serious? This was the man who’d been uncomfortable about a blow job? Clearly his discomfort did not extend to giving to a woman. Even as she processed those thoughts, Eva grew damp because another word came to the forefront as soon as he’d asked.

  His finger continued to stroke maddenly. “That one. Tell me the one you just thought of. Don’t be shy, chupaja. I only want to please you.”

  For a second she hesitated, but decided the risk worth it. After all, he’d pushed beyond his own boundary for her. “Pussy.”

  “Hmmm. This I haven’t heard.” A second finger joined the delicious stroking and Eva spread her thighs wider, letting the pleasure he wrought pour through her.

  “Do you like this, Eva? Do you like me touching your...pussy?”

  A sharp cry slipped by her parted lips as a surge of ecstasy clenched her midsection. She’d told him. She’d given him the word. But in no way had she expected her reaction. It sounded so dirty coming from his lips in that deep velvety rasp.

  “Yes. You like that.” He continued to whisp
er as his fingers shoved deeper and stroked faster, her creamy arousal drenching his fingers and filling the quiet with sounds that should have embarrassed Eva, but only edged her closer to orgasm.

  The scent of sex tinted the air as she rocked her hips, body arched. Only Vee’s other arm clamped tight about her waist kept her upright.

  “Your pussy is soft and greedy. I can’t wait to slide my cock here.”

  At his words, her climax exploded, ripped from within and nothing could have held back her scream as she called out his name.

  Vee crooned and lay next to her in the bed. “If this is how it’s meant to be between two who care for one another, I can’t wait for the time when our bodies become one, Eva.”

  Eva wasn’t sure she’d survive, but she’d give it a hell of an effort.

  Chapter 20

  The training room was empty except for them. Gazing around, most of the equipment intimidated Eva and she couldn’t identify the other half of the stuff in here. “Should we be here?”

  Vee’s Unit Leader, Torkel, didn’t seem the type to take it lightly if they were somewhere they didn’t belong.

  Joni laughed, playing with one of the knives she kept on her person at all times. “The guys have a rotation schedule and tend to stick very firmly to it. I checked and made sure nothing was on for this time slot so we’re in the clear.”

  “Hmmm, okay.” Eva pushed her reluctance to the side. Her experience being kidnapped, sold and abused had shown her more than ever the need to gain a few skills of her own in the fighting department.

  Joni had offered and they’d made plans to meet today. “Don’t expect to get everything right away. It took me a while and I had to train with some of the guys for months to get to the point I could even get one of them on the floor.”

  Eva admired Joni. The woman always wore a set of knives on her person which she was quite capable of using. Her confidence could have been mistaken for arrogance except she had a sense of humor that often had her peels of laughter ringing out. Usually, when she was around her Chosen or son.

  Eva adored the children. They were a rambunctious pack with sweet smiles and mischievous natures.

  “Let’s start with some basics.” Joni tucked her knife away and rubbed her hands together.

  The enthusiasm had Eva questioning her choice of teacher until she caught the laughter in Joni’s gaze. Rolling her eyes, Eva said, “Show me, wise one.”

  They went through basic holds, a few kicks and various styles of punching. They covered jabs, hooks and uppercuts with Joni demonstrating and Eva copying. Both stopped short of actually striking one another. Joni took her role seriously and drove Eva to repeat the moves over and over. Eva was sure she’d have sore and aching muscles in the morning. It would be worth it though.

  “Alright. Let’s put a few of the things I’ve shown you together and go through the whole sequence.”

  Wiping sweat from her brow, Eva frowned. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Please. If you actually land one of your punches, I’m going to find Kyele and treat myself to some good sex sharing for a job well done training you.”

  The laugh burst out unexpectedly. “Well, I better give it my best shot. I wouldn’t want you to deprive yourself of a reward.”

  Much to Eva’s surprise muscle memory really was a thing. She punched, kicked and blocked. Joni moved around her, countering the moves and cheering her progress with words of encouragement. “Good. Perfect. Like that again.”

  When Eva spotted the opening as Joni twirled in front of her, she moved. Her fist struck the side of Joni’s torso with the full force of the weight she put behind it. Joni’s mouth opened in a formed O, her face paled and she bent over on a gasp.

  “Fuck! Shit, that hurt.”

  Eva dropped her stance, an arm going about the heaving shoulders as Joni struggled for breath. “You said I wouldn’t hit you.”

  Joni straightened, pressing a hand to her side. Color slowly returned to her cheeks. Her mouth curved up. “I’m fine. You just ensured Kyele is about to get lucky.”

  Relieved, Eva snort laughed. “Anything for a good cause.”

  ***

  “You’re welcome,” Vee whispered with a side glance at the man standing next to him.

  Kyele’s scarred face remained on the two women they watched from the door to the training room. “You should be thanking me.”

  Vee kept his voice low to keep the women who hadn’t noticed them from hearing. “Why should I thank you?”

  “Because you get to finish Eva’s training lesson. Take it from me, they are most pleasing when done with a woman and not a teammate.”

  Before Vee could respond, Kyele sauntered inside. “Joni, Faye has taken all of the kids with Torkel to visit his parents.”

  Joni turned, her amber eyes going bright at the sight of her Chosen. “For how long?”

  Kyele shrugged. “Do you care? Don’t you have a reward to claim?”

  Her laugh drew a smile from Vee and he saw Eva bite her bottom lip to keep from grinning. Joni was across the room like a shot. Kyele caught her as she leaped into his arms and planted her mouth on his.

  Giving them a wide berth, Vee made his way to Eva. “I believe your lesson is coming to an end.”

  “I see. Just when I was starting to catch on.” She wrapped her arms about his waist in easy affection and tipped her head back to face him.

  Vee smoothed a hand up her spine and buried it in the thick black waves she’d left loose. “I could take over if you’re interested.”

  Eva’s disappointed expression eased slightly. “Really?”

  Vee had to work to hide his humor. She looked far too pleased. “Yes. Weapons, too. I’d show you how to use them.”

  She licked her lips in eager anticipation then her gaze narrowed and she folded her arms over her chest. The plump mounds swelled at the neckline of her shirt momentarily distracting Vee. “Are you serious or hoping I say no?”

  “Very serious, Eva.” He wanted her to learn to protect herself.

  Eva reached over and patted the weapon holstered on his right hip. “Lasers?”

  “Yes.”

  She patted the sheath strapped to his left thigh. “What about this fancy knife? Can I have it if I learn to use it?”

  Vee’s mouth twisted. That answer was easy. “No.”

  Eva’s expression fell and the hurt on her face almost had him recanting his denial. Almost. He blew out a breath and explained. “The blade is coated in my venom. I’ve applied it so much I’m not sure it could ever come clean. There’s no way I’d risk you being harmed accidently by giving it to you.”

  Her mouth parted to protest, but he stalled her with a raised palm. “Not for practice and not for keeps.”

  Lips firmed, she tapped her foot several times then snapped. “Fine.”

  Relieved, the tension in Vee’s neck slackened. He’d expected her to fight it more to be contrary. Since coming to Enotia, Eva was blossoming and pushing at boundaries more and more. It pleased him to no end that she felt comfortable in doing so. That didn’t mean he’d compromise on her safety.

  “Maybe Kyele can teach me knives. I heard he’s the best at it anyway.”

  Vee stilled, his nesting instinct roaring to the surface. The twinkle in her eyes ripped a feigned snarl from him. Eva squealed and ran. Vee charged across the room, not letting her get far. He grasped her waist, lifting her high in the air. She planted her hands on his shoulders, snickering.

  Vee took them both down to the mat, careful to land above her. He balanced his weight on his hands propped beside her head. “You like playing?”

  “I’ve seen enough.” Joni cleared her throat. “I think we’ll leave you two alone.”

  The lock and latch clicked. Vee would thank them later for the forethought. Eva looped her arms over his shoulders and toyed with the hair at his nape. “Is this how you plan to teach me?”

  “I have a better idea,” Vee leaned low to mutter
. He nipped at her neck, fangs scraping lightly over the tender skin there. Her flesh pebbled and Vee’s cock stretched, awakening with a fierce throb.

  “Mmm, Vee. More.”

  Groaning, he moved his hands beneath Eva’s butt and squeezed. She raised her face and pressed her mouth to his chin, jaw and lips, kissing every area she could reach. He rolled them, placing Eva in the dominant position above him. She widened her thighs about his hips until he was notched right where he wanted to be. The heat of her soaked through the cloth of her pants.

  “I want you.” Eva made the declaration and stared down at him.

  “You have me.” Calming his breath, Vee leaned back on the mat, hands falling to his sides. “Do what you will, Eva.”

  She grinned with wicked intent and dragged a finger down the center of his chest. “Take this off.”

  Vee’s breath caught at the command then he forced the air out. He grasped the shirt at the bottom, mindful not to dislodge her and snatched it over his head. “What next?”

  Would she understand? Would she accept his differences here as well and give him what he needed?

  “Undress me.” Her voice was low, almost shy about the request.

  Vee ran the back of his knuckles over the tiny buds pressing against the material of her blue shirt. He cupped her swollen breasts and massaged them, enjoying the fullness in his hands.

  Eva slid her fingers into his hair and gripped. Tiny darts of pain pricked his scalp. “Take my shirt off, Vee.”

  Yes, like that he wanted to shout. Instead, he undid the tiny clasps one at a time when Vee really wanted to rip it down the middle and tossed the shreds to the side.

  “Very good. Keep going.”

  Once he had her shirt opened, Vee parted the material and slid it over her shoulders and down her arms. Eva let it pool into a pile behind her. She shifted on his lap, rocking down and drawing up. Down and up until she established an even pace. Her face flushed a light shade of pink.

  The image of Eva sitting astride him as she pleasured herself on his cock ratcheted Vee’s arousal up several levels. Fluid leaked from the tip of him, dampening the crotch of his uniform pants.