Alien General's Baby (Brion Brides 7)(48)

I remember for a fact a beauty magazine told me once a girl can have it all. No need to compromise.

Answering Naima's inner monologue, Braen turned to her with a grin.

"I am lying next to you – naked – and that is what you want to talk about right now? I must warn you, my heart, I am insulted."

"Don't be," Naima said, turning to the general.

She traced his sculpted abs with her finger until she realized she hadn't finished her sentence.

The fire in Braen's eyes was enough to rob her of words for another long moment.

"You see," Naima said then. "That is definitely not the case. If I'm being honest and selfish, I want to talk about how many push-ups you can do and whether I can watch you. I want to take a shower with you afterward and see if you'll look even more amazing wet. I want you to fuck me when you're done and see whether you can make me scream again."

"As you wish."

The deep, soft growl sent shivers down Naima's spine. She realized much too late that talking dirty to Braen tended to have a very immediate effect, as was obvious from the way he was looking at her.

The general rose from the sheets like a warrior god, bright blue eyes shining like stars as he kept his piercing gaze on Naima. She shuddered under his attention, her eyes traveling over Braen's perfect body.#p#分页标题#e#

"Hey," she tried, knowing it was futile. "I said those things theoretically. I really do want to know about Darnetta and all."

"Do you now?"

He quirked a brow at her and she very narrowly suppressed the urge to throw a pillow at him. Knowing Braen, that would have been considered a challenge and she’d pay dearly for it.

And definitely not hear about their distance from the Darnetta system.

"Yes," Naima shot back although his voice was tearing down her defenses so fast it was like they weren't even there.

Perhaps they weren't.

"Yes," she repeated as Braen shrugged off the blanket and knelt opposite of her in all his glory. "I want to – I..."

Well, crap. This is what I get for trying to play mind games with a Brion.

Braen's hand cupped her chin and gently forced Naima to answer his gaze, forceful and passionate and undeniably sexy.

"Go on," he said quietly, but every word hit Naima like a shockwave. "Tell me what it is you want, little one."

There was only one possible answer to that, really.

"You," Naima breathed, more a whisper than anything else.

Braen's crystals flared in response as a victorious, maddening grin tugged at the general's lips. Naima didn't even have time to react before her gerion lifted her bodily into his arms. She whimpered in delight, unable to convince herself she wasn't madly enjoying what was happening to her.

It was pointless to argue with Braen, anyway.

"Your wish is my command," the general said, standing up.

He scooped her up from the sheets easily and threw her over his shoulder, making a beeline towards the showers. She’d been very close to not bathing since the incident, but with Braen with her, Naima had to imagine even the Fearless wouldn’t dare screw around with her mind.

And she was still wearing the glove. Those things combined kept her from spiraling into a fit of hyperventilating and she laughed instead.

"Pretty words," she teased. "I don't believe you even a little."

"I won't deny it's very comfortable for me if your desires coincide with mine," Braen admitted, his hands groping Naima's bare skin as the water started pouring down on them.

He turned on the shower, still keeping her on his shoulder like a trophy. Naima hiked herself up on her elbows, stifling a sigh.

It wouldn’t be proper to complain about being carried around like this. He’s the first, and, I hope, last man to ever do it.

"But I couldn't deny you anything," the general finished. "Unless it's for your own good and safety."

Naima couldn't protest that in any way, even if she knew that topic would come up soon enough. Instead, she kissed Braen long and hard as he set her down on the shower floor, clinging to the warlord's powerful shoulders, loving the feel of his rock hard chest against her breasts.

She was quickly running out of breath, but Naima couldn't stop. She wanted more of him, to taste Braen's lips, to have him kiss her with all the vigor of a Brion.

There was no modesty there, no Terran carefulness. Braen simply, without any question, took – and did – what he wanted.

He wanted her with all the passion he possessed, but not only that. He also ached to give Naima pleasure and she didn't have a single problem with that. That was what she wanted to give him as well. In her mind, it was a fair trade.

Fair.

The word he’d used earlier about the bonding still rung pleasantly in her mind. That was all she’d ever wanted, really. Something fair. To everyone.

Giving in to Braen had become so natural to her Naima no longer bothered to question it.

The general knelt down before her, pushing her thighs apart and pressing his hot mouth against her sex. Naima gasped for air, tugging at the wet strands of his hair, pulling him closer while rubbing her pussy down on Braen's tongue.

The general wrapped his hands around her hips, keeping her firmly in place as he pleasured her, darting his tongue into her wetness, every lick sending flashes of pleasure through Naima's body.

She threw back her head so suddenly that she hit it on the wall, but even that didn't drag her out of the waves of desire crashing over her. It was an odd experience, shivering from head to toe, for the first time in weeks not because of being cold. Braen's approving grunts were music to her ears, only urging her lust on.

The general pushed two fingers into her, fucking her with them as she moaned and pulled at his wet hair. It was nothing short of divine, but she needed to give back as good as she got.#p#分页标题#e#

As firmly as she could, she pushed him away, panting for breath. Braen looked up at her, his eyebrow raised in question.

"It's amazing," Naima said, feeling her legs shake, "but I want to try something else. Get up."

Wordlessly, the general did, kissing her full on the mouth when he stood. Naima whimpered, loving the sensation of his firm body trapping hers against the wall. She loved his power, his passion, his drive to give her everything and take whatever she gave.

Then she slipped out of his arms and turned them around. The light shining in Braen's blue eyes was blazing, hungry when he realized what she had in mind. He growled, deep and sexy in his need for her.

Naima grinned, sinking to her knees before him, running her hands over his powerful legs appreciatively. The general leaned back, giving her leave to do what she wanted.

Naima had way too many ideas to do all of them. She had neither the time, nor the patience, nor at least eight hands to touch every inch of the general's flawless body at the same time, like she wanted to.

Braen let out a deep groan when she took him in her mouth. She closed her eyes, feeling the muscles of the general's wide thighs play under her fingers. His skin was wet and hot and smooth. All she wanted was to make the general lose control the way she did – and make it look easy just like Braen always had.

Up so close, Braen's cock felt even bigger. It was thick and hard, throbbing between her lips as she licked all over the sensitive head. Naima felt the general's hands in her hair, pulling her along into a hard rhythm as she opened her mouth for him.

She moaned around his thick shaft, trying to fit as much as she could in her mouth and throat. She had never had to blow a cock that huge, but she loved every second of it.

Braen growled when she pulled back to lick a long trail from the base of the cock to the top, looking up at him all the while she did so. The valor squares on the general's neck were pulsing a light show just in her honor, painting the washroom red in passion.

It amused Naima that for Brions, war and love were just two sides of one coin. There were subtle differences to the color palette of the crystals, but she wasn’t sure if anyone other than the general’s gesha could really tell them apart, having seen both.

In the midst of the light, Braen's deep blue eyes shone like stars.

"Your mouth is amazing," he breathed, the deep voice laden with unrestrained lust. "So hot and tight. Go on, take it all in, Naima –"

She had to resist stopping just to enjoy the moment. She wanted more. The general was already losing his precious self-control, but Naima wanted him in shambles for her.

Naima knew that Braen was letting it all happen because he loved what she was doing. She didn't delude herself into thinking that she was in command for once. Truth be told, she didn't want to be either. Authority came so easily for Braen and as much as it had initially bothered Naima, she wanted to give in to him more than anything else.

She could, however, salvage a victory from it.

"Just like that," the general growled, pushing himself into her mouth deeper.

Naima gagged, but didn't stop teasing the cock with her tongue for a second. The general pushed himself off the wall, standing straighter and holding her head in place now. Naima braced herself, knowing what was coming.

It was sweeter than anything. To have a man like that let his self-control slip was an aphrodisiac like no other.

With slow, aimed thrusts, Braen begun to fuck her mouth, hitting the back of her throat a couple of times. Naima tried hard not to struggle against his grip. The general clearly understood her limits in the throes of his passion. He didn't choke her, but his cock disappeared into her mouth as deeply as it was able.