The Smuggler's Radiant (Renegades Book 2) Page 13

  Rhona was grinning wickedly. ‘Have I stunned you into silence, big guy?’

  Makios closed his eyes and covered his face with one hand. He tried clearing his throat.

  Small, delicate human fingers prised his massive Kathen hand from his face. Rhona looked up at him, wicked grin still in place. ‘First time I ever stunned a male to silence,’ she said. The grin faded, and Rhona backed away, pulling Makios to the bed.

  Growling, Makios stepped up to her, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

  ‘There he is.’ Rhona laughed.

  Makios chuckled. He couldn’t tell her how he felt, but he could show her. He crossed the room and threw her on the bed. She landed with a squeal and laughed. Her laughter was short, loud and staccato. It was the third most delightful sound he’d heard besides her voice and, top place, her moans.

  Makios climbed up the bed, and Rhona spread her legs to greet him, revealing her pussy to him.

  Focusing on his new goal, he stalked up her legs until he was close enough to smell the intoxicating aroma. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. ‘Just a taste,’ he promised himself. He wanted to explore every part of her.

  ‘Oh, yes, please,’ Rhona whispered.

  She gasped as his tongue plunged into her folds and licked her up the length of her cleft. When he reached a small bump near the top, she cried out. Her hips tilted into his tongue, and her back arched off the bed.

  I should have asked my human friends more about human female anatomy.

  ‘More,’ he managed to say. With a desperation Makios had never experienced before, he grabbed Rhona’s hips and plunged his tongue inside her. Rhona’s hips bucked against him as she cried out.

  There was a flavour to her that was uniquely her, but there was a new musty, sweet flavour he couldn’t get enough of. The more he licked and sucked on her, the more she gave him.

  Makios rubbed his palm over her hip, her inner thigh and then, gently, over the small bump that had elicited such a response earlier. As soon as he touched it, her cries increased in intensity.

  He ran his fingers down between her folds, watching her as his middle finger grazed the wetness of her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened, and she dragged in a ragged breath.

  Still watching, he tongued her entrance. She gasped. He licked her up to her cleft and sucked the bump into his mouth, her back arched high until he couldn’t see her face anymore and her cries increased in volume.

  He released it. ‘Rhona.’

  Her body settled back on the bed.

  ‘Rhona,’ he called again.

  She lifted her head, her blue eyes looked at him.

  ‘Watch me,’ he said. ‘I want to see every reaction. Keep your eyes open.’

  She nodded, gasping for breath, and used her elbows to prop herself up.

  Makios held her gaze as his tongue plunged back inside her. He’d intended to go for the bump that provoked such a strong reaction but couldn’t deny himself her flavour on his tongue.

  Her mouth opened and her breathing increased. Her eyes began to close.

  Makios tapped her gently on her hip with his free hand. ‘Eyes,’ he said, slipping two fingers inside her as he spoke.

  Her eyes opened.

  Holding her gaze, he sucked the bump into his mouth.

  She cried out and her eyes began to close.

  Makios tapped a gentle warning onto her hip. Rhona opened her eyes obediently. Her mouth was open as she gasped for breath, her eyes beseeching him for release.

  The Amaran was wrong. There was a similarity between her face now and on the ship when the vrokking keth cut her. But her face then made him feel impotent with rage and anger. Her face now, filled with the pleasure he was giving her, made him feel powerful.

  He rubbed his fingers inside her, feeling the wetness increase with each thrust. It would feel so good to sheath himself in her. But pleasuring her like this, seeing her face in this moment as he sucked and tongued the small bump was worth the price of the demanding ache in his cock.

  Her pussy began to spasm around his fingers. Rhona’s breathing increased, the desperate look on her face grew and her brows drew together, creating a small fold of skin between them.

  Makios sucked the bump hard several times, vrokking her with his fingers and tapping her hip to remind her to hold his gaze.

  Her body grew suddenly rigid and she cried out. Her green and grey eyes held fast to his. Her pussy flooded around his fingers, and as her orgasm tapered off, Makios allowed himself to return to it and lap at the fluid. It was like nectar, his reward for his worship of her. He allowed himself to close his eyes as he concentrated on his sacred duty to clean his female.

  ‘Oh my God!’ Her voice was low and husky. ‘Fuck me.’

  It was a statement rather than a request, but Makios chose to treat it as one anyway. He kissed her pussy and the small bump that had given her such pleasure.

  ‘Coming,’ he said as he stalked up her body once more.

  He took the journey slowly, kissing her thighs. The place where her thighs met her hips. Her hips. He kissed and laved her rounded abdomen with his tongue. He picked out and kissed each individual rib, then kissed the mound of one breast. The dark pink peak reminded him of a Quesa berry on Vasa, where he grew up at the Alidai fighting pit. He stroked his tongue over one several times, then took it in his mouth and heard her gasp.

  He looked at her. She was watching him intently.

  He moved to the other nipple, placing a hand over to the breast he had just left and squeezed it.

  ‘They’re very small,’ she whispered. There was uncertainty in her eyes.

  ‘They’re beautiful,’ he growled. ‘Perfect.’ He sucked the other nipple into his mouth and watched her gasp. Then taking the first nipple between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, he rolled it between them.

  ‘Makios,’ she moaned.

  Makios doubled his efforts until she’d moaned his name several more times. He loved the way her tongue tripped over his name in husky tones.

  Releasing her nipple, he continued his exploration of her body. Kissing her sternum to her clavicle, laving a tender spot he found on her neck, he made his way up her throat and across her cheekbone. When she turned to kiss him, he touched his lips to hers lightly and resumed by exploring her other cheekbone, her jaw, down her throat. He kissed her shoulder and slowly worked his way back to her nipples.

  Wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, Makios pulled himself up until he was on his knees with Rhona in his lap.

  ‘Are you ready for me, my Rhona?’

  She nodded.

  He reached under her and delved into her folds with his fingers, spreading her, checking to see she was still wet. She was. His mouth flooded in anticipation of tasting her again. Instead, he positioned himself at her entrance, then, unable to help himself licked the fingers he had used to check.

  ‘You’re obsessed.’ She grinned.

  ‘You taste amazing,’ he whispered. ‘My new favourite flavour.’ He kissed her then, to share the flavour, his fingers slipping into her hair and holding her against him. She moaned as he slowly lowered her onto him.

  She could taste herself on his lips, but it wasn’t why she moaned. Makios’s cock was spectacular. It looked like it was made to pleasure women. The dark red and purple of it stood out against the paleness of his skin but blended into the red tattoos she had meant to ask him about, but so far failed to for the most delightful reason.

  Having just had the most incredible orgasm of her life, Rhona now had the most amazing cock of her life entering her, and she could feel it—every textured inch, every nodule on his front that hit and stimulated areas that were still so sensitive, every strange fold that hit the back wall of her pussy and sparked sensations that elicited the moan.

  He was big, so big he filled and stretched her. He moved slowly, allowing her to adjust to him. Rhona breathed through the glorious feeling, gasping and moaning throughout. A tap
to her hip, and like Pavlov’s dog, she opened her eyes to connect with irises of molten silver.

  Swirls of red tattoo crept up Makios’s neck and tapered onto the lower half of his face. They curled artfully around his mouth, which was open, his sharp teeth bared as he breathed through the sensation of her surrounding him.

  ‘Tight,’ he gasped. Then licked the spot between her breasts and caught a nipple in his mouth.

  ‘Makios!’ she cried out. The feel of his hot wet mouth around her cool skin sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to her stretched and yearning pussy.

  When she reached her limit, he was fully seated.

  He sucked on her nipple hard, sending another jolt of sensation, which increased in intensity when he grazed his pointed teeth off it as he released it.

  Makios looked into her eyes, his hand cupping the back of her head, fingers entwined in her hair. There was a solemn look of emotion on his face. ‘The goddess made you for me,’ he whispered and kissed her.

  As perfectly as he fit inside her, Rhona couldn’t help but agree. What were the chances that Makios, born lightyears from her, a male so big, so alien to her, would be such a perfect fit? Not just his cock, but him.

  Rhona withdrew from the kiss and studied the Kathen.

  He was big and strong, the way she liked a man. But gentle, open with his emotions. He cared for her. He saw a future with her, and scarily, Rhona saw a new future, right here with him, on this ship, in a deeper black than she had ever imagined.

  She kissed his lips, a small, lingering, closed-mouth kiss. Their eyes were open, watching each other, seeing each other.

  Rhona was scared. Makios and this new future came out of nowhere. Destroyed all of her pre-held conceptions about aliens with his kindness and built a new foundation for her whole life. But rather than run from him and her fear. Rhona Stinar, daughter of Amy and Anders, embraced it, embraced him.

  Rhona broke the kiss.

  ‘Rhona,’ Makios said.

  He was waiting for her to move. Staying still, Rhona enjoying the feeling of him inside her, squeezing her pussy around Makios’s cock in a rhythm. Makios closed his eyes and hissed.

  She tapped him on the shoulder.

  ‘Eyes,’ she said.

  Makios’s molten silver eyes met hers and returned her wicked grin with one of his own.

  ‘You forget I’m stronger,’ he whispered. His hands clenched her hips and he rose her up the length of him. Rhona closed her eyes as every texture rubbed friction against her pussy walls. She felt a tap to her hip.

  ‘Eyes,’ he echoed back.

  She opened her eyes to see him still grinning up at her. Bearing her knees against the bed, Rhona took over the rhythm and clenched her muscles tight around him.

  This time, his hiss ended with a snarl, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

  ‘Good boy,’ she chuckled.

  ‘Evil female. Did I say the goddess made you? It was the red god who sent you to tease me.’ His words tapered into a desperate groan.

  ‘Tease you?’ Rhona kept a steady rhythm, continuing to flex her pussy muscles around him. ‘I’m here to reward you, you bad boy.’

  ‘My life of sin was worthwhile,’ he pulled her closer to him and groaned obscenely, ‘if it brought you to me.’

  Rhona could feel a new wave building towards a new, quick, intense crest. She sucked in her breath and continued gazing into her alien lovers’ eyes. She watched his face go from pleasure to desperation, his breath from shallow to ragged. His teeth were clenched, and his jaw muscles strained. The lines of his face took on a new tension.

  ‘Rhona, I’m not going to last,’ he gasped.

  ‘Me neither,’ she admitted, feeling the walls of her pussy already spasming around him. The sensation added to Makios pleasure and she saw the moment he lost control.

  He gripped her, his fingers holding her tight, and increased their speed, pumping into her, rising up on his knees and thrusting hard inside her.

  Rhona crossed her legs behind him and tightened her grip on him, allowing him to take control.

  She pressed her lips against his and their tongues met, tasting, stroking, battling as his thrusts lost their rhythm.

  Her orgasm struck and they cried out into each other’s mouths. She felt him swell inside her and his searing seed spilt. Her tightness, the friction, his seed tipped her back over the edge once more, and she cried out a second time.

  For a long time after, they stayed in that same position, slowly, gently thrusting against each other, their orgasms and the aftershocks enhanced by the friction, by their kissing, by their hands holding, touching and exploring each other.

  Finally, when the sensations were dull echoes and Makios hardness was softening, they broke the kiss and looked at each other.

  ‘Wow.’ Rhona shivered.

  Makios nodded. There was wonder on his face as his eyes explored hers. Finally, he shifted his weight and lowered her to the bed, before lying down and pulling her into his arms.

  The cool air touched her sweat-covered skin and she shivered.

  Without prompting, Makios got up and crossed the room to the cabinet across from the sofa. He pulled out some blankets, throwing three over her and crawling in next to her. A warm feeling spread through Rhona as she watched him. He pulled her back into his arms and caressed her face.

  Rhona’s eyes raised to his huge horns. She frowned.

  ‘How do you sleep on those?’ she reached out and touched the base of one of the biggest ones. Makios’s eyes closed and he hissed.

  ‘Oh, you like that?’ She grinned and traced the place where the horns erupted from his skull.

  Makios groaned and caught her hand in his, pulling it away.

  ‘You’ve drained me, female,’ he said, ‘You’ll have to wait a few hacri.’

  ‘Aww,’ she teased.

  ‘The red god sent me a temptress,’ he whispered.

  ‘Does your culture really have a red god?’

  ‘No.’ He grinned. ‘We have a goddess, and somehow she thought me worthy of such a magnificent gift.’ His silver eyes burned into hers. ‘And to answer your other question.’ Makios reached out and pulled a long, round pillow into view. ‘I sleep on my back, on this.’

  ‘Oh, I hope you don’t snore.’ She eyed the pillow as he put it under his head and inched to his back, carrying Rhona with him. ‘I’m going to need a flat rectangular one.’

  ‘We have those,’ Makios smiled at her. ‘Which side of the bed?’

  Rhona grinned. ‘Oh, I’m free and easy,’ she smiled. ‘Which do you prefer?’

  Makios looked down at her. She was tucked into his left shoulder.

  ‘I think I like you here.’

  Rhona nodded. ‘You’re right. I’m left.’

  ‘Just as long as you remember I’m right.’ He grinned at her.

  ‘Cheeky bastard.’ Rhona chuckled.

  ‘Lucky bastard,’ he said and pulled her to him, meeting her midway for a kiss.

  ‘How do you know the word right, or bastard?’ Rhona asked. ‘Or are you saying something else? It’s weird, these translation chips. Your words don’t match what your mouth is actually saying, but that matched.’

  ‘I have human friends.’

  ‘Oh, that’s so weird.’ Rhona got up and looked down at him. ‘They’re taken, and we imagine life out here must be terrible, but I’ve never imagined humans having alien friends out here.’

  ‘Why not?’ Makios frowned.

  Rhona bit her lip.

  ‘Well, Earth gov has a tough line on humans being taken,’ she said. ‘So, to humans, aliens are an amorphous blob of threat.’

  ‘Amorphous blob?’

  ‘Well, except for the videos we have of The Violation,’ Rhona sighed. She would have to explain The Violation to him. ‘That was this event—’

  ‘I know what The Violation is,’ Makios said.

  ‘Oh, you have human friends,’ she said. ‘Of course they’ve talked about it.’
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  ‘That and I know the men who were taken.’

  ‘You can’t know them. That was three hundred years ago. They’re all dead.’

  Makios shook his head. ‘The aliens who took them. Pale skin, white hair, white-blue armour.’

  Rhona frowned, nodding. Two weeks ago, she watched the yearly documentary. The pale aliens ran through shopping malls, universities, city centres, anywhere humans congregated. They threw balls of something that let off a flash of white light, then they tagged the unconscious human men and some force had levitated them, before dragging them outside and up to the ships waiting above. They were on Earth an hour and took over fifty thousand men into hundreds of ships over the planet, leaving their families, wives, children and parents behind. Then the ships left and never returned.

  A few weeks ago, Rhona and her mum held each other and cried while they watched the interviews of those left behind. A haunted look on their faces as they talked about the men they loved. Some of them held onto the hope that they would see them again, they never did. The event galvanised the human race, uniting them as never before. They spent the next thirty years building the system’s defences. Waiting for another attack, or an all-out invasion. Then one day the aliens returned and attempted the expected invasion. Earth’s defences held them off and had held off two more attempts since. Eventually, the slave ships started. They spent the day watching documentaries about the slavers’ ships jumping in and harvesting humans in far fewer numbers than the aliens seemed to want. The ships had been a constant threat for the last two hundred and seventy years. When it came to the most recent times, faces appeared Amy and Rhona knew. A trader family Amy’s mum grew up with that lived in Dublin, father and daughter gone. The Evans family that lived down the street from them, taken four years ago. Both mums and three nearly grown kids Rhona had babysat for several times before they were gone, never seen again. People they loved and cared about. Their trader family.

  Traders spent time watching or avoiding the anniversary of The Violation. It was particularly hard for them because of the work they did. They risked everything every day to survive and help keep the Sol system running smoothly. Every time one of them left a planet, they knew there was a chance they would be next.