Sienna, page 11
“Got a plan B?” he asked.
“We could ask the owner of the nightclub Nero works at if he’s seen him recently, but doing that might just attract more Dronian attention.” She turned to Gray and said softly, “I think my best bet now is to stay at your house until I meet with the other rares.”
“I think that’s wise,” he conceded softly, before he reached out and cupped a hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
She surrendered to him, needing this physical closeness now more than ever. Being with Gray stopped her feeling so alone and isolated, like she was the only Strazanian left in the universe. That the press of his lips and the stroke of his tongue against hers sent pleasure cascading through her was just an added bonus.
Gray pulled back first, his gaze slumberous. “We should go.”
She nodded, too caught up in the moment to want to even move. Not helped by the gash in her foot that made walking anywhere painful. After looking every direction to make sure they were alone, she pushed to her feet. Then touching his shoulder as he stood too and towered next to her, she said, “Let me have someone take us to your house.”
His eyes held hers. “Good idea. I’ll take a look at your foot once we get home.”
Did nothing escape his notice?
It wasn’t until an aged green sedan pulled up in front of them, an old man then opening the driver’s door before he pulled himself out with some effort that she decided he might be a relatively easy man to manipulate. With his arthritis-riddled body keeping him in constant pain he’d have too much else on his mind to fight against her instruction.
“Hi there,” she called out. As he turned she hurried over to him, then smiled and commanded, “I need you to drive me and my friend to his house.”
The old man’s eyes glazed over briefly, then he shook his head and harrumphed. “I don’t need to take you anywhere, young lady!”
She sucked some air through her teeth. Her abilities really were failing her on this planet. She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on her one failsafe ability, altering his perception. He grunted and all but fell backward when he saw five more of her standing around him. She crossed her arms and her clones did the same.
“You were saying?” she asked, her clones echoing her question so that it sounded eerie and a little frightening.
“I-I’ll take just one of you along with your friend,” he said, his face pallid as his wrung his fingers together.
Sienna smiled, allowing her clones to disappear. “Thank you. I knew I could count on you being a gentleman.”
Gray nodded at the elderly man, who gaped at seeing Gray’s striated colors up close. Gray smirked as he opened the back passenger door for Sienna to climb in, then he followed her.
She wrinkled her nose. She wasn’t exactly soaped up and squeaky clean, but the car had the closed-in musty scent that mingled with a contrary aroma of mint and mold.
It wasn’t until the old man climbed back into the driver’s seat, then fumbled at putting the key into the ignition, that Gray leaned forward and said, “I’m Gray, by the way, and this gorgeous woman with me is Sienna. What’s your name?”
The driver heaved a sigh, then said reluctantly, “I’m Edward. My friends call me Eddie.”
Gray nodded. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eddie.”
Eddie nodded, and managed to turn the key and start the car. As he pulled the sedan out onto the road, Sienna leaned her head back against the seat with a weary sigh and closed her eyes, letting Gray direct the driver back to his house on the hill.
She didn’t object when Gray slipped an arm around her then coaxed her head on his shoulder. It was beyond comforting now she’d accepted his part in her life. Though she had strong feelings for him, she wasn’t about to believe in them and blurt out something she might later regret. They’d been through a lot in the last three days, hence the depth of emotion they shared.
She couldn’t trust anything or anyone at the moment, and that included her own thoughts and behavior. It would be all too easy to fall into a pattern of needing Gray and then imagining that meant she couldn’t live without him.
It didn’t mean she loved him. She couldn’t afford to even entertain that possibility. There was no room in her life for that. At this point in time the only room she had in her life was for survival.
Chapter Eighteen
Sienna moved freely through the house. She was no longer a prisoner, she was a welcome guest. Gray had already cooked them an early dinner after scrabbling through what was left in the refrigerator and pantry. He’d made them bacon and egg rolls, adding whatever salad ingredients he had: lettuce, tomato and onion.
The sun was beginning to set when Gray poured them each a wine and she followed him to the back of the house to a balcony, with its views of the treed mountain behind it. The sky blazed with orange and red and she couldn’t help but be awed by the outlook as she stood at the railing with Gray standing close beside her. She’d gotten used to her world, which was ninety-five percent water, red plants and trees covering those dry patches of land.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it,” he said.
She nodded. “I can see why you chose this house. It’s private while still being close to New Faxian.”
He nodded. “It’s a stone’s throw to the town center.”
She grinned. “Stone’s throw? You’ve really picked up on the local’s sayings.”
He shrugged. “Unfortunately, I don’t have one of your talk-stones. I had English downloaded to my brain via a language transmitter.”
She sobered a little. “I can see why your people’s technology scares the Dronians.”
“And yet the technology you had on your world was primitive in many ways.”
She nodded. “Besides developing our space crafts and perfecting our talk-stones, our people preferred a simple life and mostly stuck to the old ways.”
“The Dronians were clearly more fearful of the capabilities and powers of the rares than they were of the tech your people wielded.”
She gulped down some of her fruity wine with its floral notes. It was a little too sweet for her taste but she didn’t much care. She needed its fortification. “I have no doubt of that now. We were a peaceful world, with no interest in warfare and with very little effort put into researching the latest technologies. Perhaps if we had we’d still be alive today.”
“Don’t torture yourself with the might haves and could haves, it’s not going to change what happened.”
The sky darkened incrementally, the oranges and reds fading as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. A single star lit up one corner of the heavens, its light bright and reassuring. “You’re right,” she said softly. “I can’t help my people.” She turned to him. “But perhaps I can help yours.”
His eyes widened, his whole body tensing. “You want to help?”
“No need to sound so surprised. I realize now you won’t kill me once I’ve told you everything I know, and with your technology, who knows, you just might have a chance to wipe the Dronian assholes out of existence once and for all.”
He exhaled slowly. “So what do you know about our common enemy?”
“Not a lot,” she confessed. “Though I did learn recently that there is something about the Earth’s atmosphere that makes them sick, to the point only the toughest soldiers are surviving.”
“So that’s why you couldn’t understand why the Dronians had brought the mothership back into Earth’s atmosphere with those onboard at risk of dying.”
Her voice hardened. “The fact there are seven rares still alive here on Earth is probably the only reason the Dronians are sticking around. From the very start they wanted to exterminate the most powerful of my kind, the royals and the rares. The rest of the Strazanians were just casualties of war.”
Gray put his glass down. “Not just casualties. The Dronians knew any one of your people could make a rare baby. They couldn’t have risked that possibility.”
She closed her eyes. “All that bloodshed because another species wants ultimate power.”
Gray pulled her against him, his warmth seeping into her and lending her much needed strength and support. “We can and we will find a way to eradicate the Dronians. Then you and the six other rares can start over. I know this isn’t what any of you wanted, and that in a perfect world your people would all still be alive, but I’d like to think there is a future for all of you and that happiness will come with it.”
She looked up at him, his golden eyes glinting in the semi-darkness. “I’m actually starting to believe you,” she said softly.
He smiled. “Then we’re making progress.”
Something shifted inside her chest. He’d told her that he loved her. It didn’t take a genius to know he wanted her to say it to him in return. But how could she trust her own feelings when she was only just beginning to trust in the man who’d captured her?
Click. Click. Click.
She turned as Bongo trotted out onto the patio and pushed his nose between them, begging for attention. She laughed, then dropped into a crouch to rub at his ears. “You missed us, didn’t you Bongo. You’re such a good boy.”
Bongo’s tongue lolled and his lips curled into a big doggy grin.
Gray crossed his legs at the ankles as he looked down then said wryly, “Is it terrible that I’m jealous of all the attention my dog is getting from you?”
“Not terrible at all.” She straightened and Bongo sat with a whine, watching them intently. She focused on Gray, thinking back on her own jealous moment.
Human women gravitated toward him—she’d been aware of the hot blonde on the train who’d been coming onto him. That the other woman had sent a surge of fire through Sienna’s belly that almost caused her to flicker back into visibility hadn’t been lost on her.
His height alone was enough of an attractant for many Earth women. Add in his lean but powerful body, his colored markings, which many presumed were tattoos, along with his self-confidence and brilliant mind, and no one could possibly be immune to him.
She certainly wasn’t.
“In fact it’s...nice to know you care,” she said, feeling all kinds of awkward now as tension went from a simmer to a boil between them.
“I more than care about you, Sienna.”
She shook her head, her own doubts creeping in. “You hardly know me.”
“How I feel can’t be denied. You’re all I think about. It’s like I’ve known you and loved you my whole life.”
Her heart skipped a beat, then sang a sweet melody in her chest even before he bent his head and kissed her. Like their fate was already signed, sealed and delivered.
Bongo’s claws clicked as he retreated back inside the house, probably off to find more interesting things to sniff and look at.
Gray didn’t seem to want to go anywhere, and she wasn’t about to argue the point. Her legs were already like jelly thanks to the pleasure swamping her as his big hands roamed up and down her body before he began removing her clothes, baring her nakedness beneath to his heated gaze.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said throatily.
She pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing his powerful torso. She only wished she knew how to take off his armor so that she could drink every part of him in. As though reading her mind, he detached it and placed it behind them on an outdoor table.
He tugged off his sweatpants next and his long, thick cock rose from between his thighs. She gulped. She must have been soaked for his length to have fit inside her the first time. She reached down and traced the striated colors along his shaft, making him shiver.
“I want you so badly, Sienna. I want to claim you completely. I want to be one of the lucky few Gorema males to mark a woman as my own.”
A spasm of yearning and lust sent wet heat straight to her core. Did the men of his world not often choose just one woman? And what was this marking he spoke about? Was it some kind of Gorema ritual?
Either way, right then she didn’t much care. All she cared about was having him fill her completely while she succumbed to a mix of pleasure and pain as his deep, rhythmic strokes took her to ecstasy.
“Tell me you want that, too,” he said hoarsely.
“I want that.”
Whatever that entailed, she didn’t much care. Lust and anticipation burned through her like paper drenched in gasoline. When his mouth took hers again and his big hands cupped her hips and dragged her close, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her navel, her inner fire became an inferno.
He was still kissing her when the railing on the patio touched her back. He peeled his mouth away from hers, his eyes like yellow moons when he said, “Hold onto the railing and don’t let go.”
She automatically did what he asked, her fingers curling around the cool metal as he dropped to his knees. A shiver went through her when he parted her outer folds to expose the bud at her center.
“I need to taste you like I need to breathe.” He moved forward then and took her in his mouth, suctioning her plump clit like she was his drug and he couldn’t get enough of her.
She dropped her head back with a moan, thrusting against his clever mouth and wringing out every drop of enjoyment as he continued pleasuring her. How had she thought other men had been good at oral? Gray took her pleasure to a whole new level, his tongue, that was rougher than her species, working her into a frenzy.
She cried out as a climax rolled through her and tossed her up high, the stars in the heavens no match for those bursting behind her closed eyelids as she submitted completely to Gray’s mastery.
She was still coming back down to Earth when he pushed back onto his feet and towered over her. When he bent and kissed her, she tasted herself on his lips and tongue, the intimate sampling ramping up her needs yet again.
“Turn around,” he said near her ear.
She did as he asked, a shiver moving up and down her spine at the sheer drop below the safety of the railing. A drop highlighted by the stature of the mature trees marching up the incline, the tips of their branches touching the sky.
His hands traveled down each side of her spine, lingering for a moment on her hips before one of his hands moved between her thighs and massaged her wet center. She gasped and writhed against him, aware he was using his other hand to guide his shaft to where it needed to go.
The kiss of his cock head between her folds caused her to automatically push back, and he inhaled sharply and froze for a second as the tip of his shaft sat buried the smallest way inside her. A nanosecond later he grunted as he filled her all the way, the pleasure-pain sending shudders through her body, shudders that escalated as he gripped her hips from behind, then stroked long and deep inside her.
When his wings wrapped around her, tight like a blanket, the intimacy rose to a whole new level. Even if the safety railing broke away, she wasn’t going anywhere. She was surrounded by his wings and impaled by his cock.
He stroked deeper, harder, and she counterthrust against him, her breasts bouncing and their flesh slapping as they let their inner beasts loose. Then he bent over her and said roughly, “You’re about to come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
One of his wings unwrapped from around her, the tip caressing her face before it moved down her throat and over her breast. She sucked in an unsteady breath, amazed by the fiery sensation his leathery appendage left in its wake. Then the prong on its end touched her clit while Gray continued pumping in and out of her. When the prong suddenly vibrated hard against her sensitized flesh, there was nothing she could do but give into the magical bliss that flooded through her.
Gray gently kissed her throat. At the razor sharp sting that followed—had he damn well bitten her?—she flinched before delicious waves of decadence as quickly inundated her. Another orgasm propelled her up an even bigger wave, one that tossed her over its wall and sent her flying, then drifting hazily back to Earth.
She was distantly aware of Gray releasing her throat as he increased rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth double-time, then he ground against her and released his seed inside her with a roar of primitive satisfaction.
What had just happened?
Of course, she’d just had wonderful, mind-blowing sex, but she’d never imagined a male from another species could give her half as much satisfaction as her own kind. After all, what other male species in the entire universe had vibrating nodules on their shaft? Gray didn’t need that when he could adapt something just as ingenious with the prong on his wing tip. Her lashes fluttered. Heaven help her, what else could he do with his prong to send her half-crazed with lust?
Not to mention his naturally huge, striated shaft.
What about the biting sting? Are you going to address that?
She touched the single puncture wound in her throat, and he moved one of his hands to cover hers as she concocted different scenarios in her head, ones she then as quickly discarded.
“I marked you,” he said huskily. “I’ve made you mine.”
Her breath hissed as her chest contracted, squeezing the air from her lungs. “What exactly do you mean?”
He stiffened a little behind her before he reluctantly disconnected from her. She turned around to face him, and he gazed down at her, his wing tip caressing the side of her face and making her yearn to lean into his touch.
“My species has an incisor that grows when we’re aroused. We can choose to mark a woman so that no other male touches her.”
The world tilted on its axis, her eyes sharpening. “I never agreed to that! You never properly informed me what this marking was about.”
“You never properly asked,” he said tightly, as though he was the one offended.
Yet he was the one who’d just marked her for life.
“What exactly did your incisor do?”
“It injected a type of pheromone into you, claiming you as my own to warn other males of my kind to keep their distance.”
She gaped. When did he think she’d ever see another Gorema male for him to feel a need to mark her? “So we’re like...married now?” she squeaked.
