Numbers (New Species #14-15)(21)

“I’m Species. I go after what I want, and that’s you.”
Chapter Eight

Dana waited in the bedroom while Mourn ran outside to retrieve the condoms. She wanted him, but their relationship was so new that she worried sex would be uncomfortable between them. The first time might have been a fluke. He returned quickly, an eager look on his face.
She couldn’t help but laugh. He closed the door and paused to toss a large padded envelope on the bed. He bent and tore at his work boots. Dana hovered near the dresser, watching him. “In a hurry?”
He straightened. “I’ll slow down.”
“Now I’m nervous,” she admitted.
“There’s no reason to be.” He walked right up to her and gently gripped her upper arms. “I’ll be gentle.” He caressed her skin with his thumbs. “Didn’t you enjoy it when I put my mouth between your thighs?”
The memory flashed through her mind and she nodded. “Yes.”
“Remove your clothes. No pressure. Just let me touch you, Dana. I’ll stop if you don’t enjoy it. I will never make you do anything you don’t want.”
“I guess I’m kind of worried that all we’ll have is sex.”
He cocked his head. “I don’t understand.”
“You know, like our relationship is solely going to be based on sex.”
“We talk and enjoy spending time together. I’m hoping I can convince you, with sex, to be my mate. I’m determined to learn everything about you. Do you want to return to the living room? We don’t have to share sex. We could talk, or watch one of the movies.”
She felt torn. “I want you. I’m just trying to stall taking off my clothes. It’s bright in here.”
He frowned. “The lights bother you?”
“I look better in dimmer lighting.”
“Is this a human thing?”
She laughed. “I guess so.”
“I like you naked. You’re beautiful, Dana.”
She just decided to be blunt. “Your women are kind of muscular, and I’m not. I saw a bunch of them at the bar when Paul and Becky took me there. They look like fitness models.”
His expression softened. “I’m attracted to you. Not them.”
His words helped a lot. He released her and backed away. “Do you want to go into the living room?”
She shook her head. She did want him.
He started to remove his uniform. “I’ll strip first. Perhaps that will make you feel more comfortable.”
He was really sweet. She couldn’t look away as he pulled off his shirt and then peeled the undershirt he wore over his head. The bandage on his arm was gone and the stitches were out. It had just left a red mark. His ability to heal quickly still impressed her. She shifted her gaze and admired the sight of his broad shoulders and chest, and all the muscles revealed down his stomach. He unfastened his belt, slowly pulling it through the loops of his pants. He tossed it to the floor and reached for the front of his pants. He kept his gaze locked on her the entire time.
“I’m aroused,” he warned.
She hadn’t really gotten a good look at him the night before, and had avoided glancing at him while they’d gotten dressed in the shed. He pulled down his pants first. The outline of his rigid cock stretched the fabric of the tight black boxer briefs he wore. He kicked the pants away and hooked his thumbs in the shorts, slowly easing them down.He was absolutely breathtaking and amazing. Her gaze lingered on his erection. She swallowed hard. Mourn was big all over. Her gaze lifted when he kicked the shorts away and just stood still. He watched her with those remarkable eyes, but then turned and walked to the bed. She appreciated the view of his well-formed, muscular ass. He took a seat on the bed and leaned back to rest his upper body on his bent elbows.
“Do you want to join me?”
Her hands trembled a little as she began to strip. “Yes.”
He smiled. “We’ll take it very slow. I don’t want to startle you.”
She kept on her bra and panties, and climbed onto the bed next to him. He held still, just peering at her. She settled on her side, keeping some space between them. She lifted her hand, but paused over his chest.
“Please touch me,” he rasped.
It was sexy when his voice deepened that way, and she saw passion in his eyes. When she glanced at his lap, the evidence of his desire for her was unmistakable. His cock was really hard. She lowered her hand and splayed it on his chest. He eased back until he lay flat and placed his hands beneath his head.
“That feels so good,” he encouraged. “Am I less threatening on my back this way?’
She grew bolder, changed positions, sat cross-legged next to him, put both hands on him, and explored his chest and lower stomach. His cock jerked when her fingers slid closer. A low growl rumbled from him, and she looked at his face. She froze because he almost looked angry with his fangs showing and his lips parted.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just want to touch you too, Dana. May I?”
“Yes.”
Mourn moved fast, sat up and turned. He slowed his motions then, reaching for her. He helped her ease back to lie flat. He got off the bed and slid his hands under the back of her thighs and tugged her toward the edge then just dropped to his knees, spreading her legs so he fit between them. He leaned forward, half on top of her, and studied her bra. He growled.
“What?”
“How do you get this off?”
She laughed. It proved he was not a womanizer. She reached up with both hands and found the front clasp, popping it open. She spread the cups off her breasts and twisted a bit to remove the straps, easing the rest of it from under her back to throw it out of the way.
Her amusement died quickly when Mourn lunged forward and his hot, wet mouth latched on to her nipple. She gasped at the sudden strong tugs. It didn’t hurt. It instantly sent sensations straight to her clit as if they were linked by nerves. She gripped his shoulders, kneading them just to have something to cling to and anchor her.
He nipped her beaded nipple with his teeth and she felt his fangs, but they didn’t break the skin. So much for taking it slow. She didn’t mind though. His arm slid under her lower back and he jerked her hips closer to his. It put his rock-hard cock against her panties. He ground it against her pussy, rubbing her clit through the thin material that separated them. She moaned and lifted her legs, hooking them around his hips. 
He released her breast and went for the other.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
He stopped sucking her nipple and lifted his head. She stared into his eyes.
“You’re very religious. Do you want to get married? Would that make sharing sex more comfortable for you?”
She laughed. “I’m not. Very religious, that is.”
“You keep saying that when I’m touching you.”
“I’m enjoying it. It’s just what I say.”
“I wish you’d use my name.”
“I’ll try to remember that, but you make thinking impossible when you’re touching me.”
He grinned, revealing his fangs. “I understand.” He lifted up a bit and put a few inches of space between their bodies. “Do you care if I remove the rest of your clothing?”
She shook her head and eased the grip of her legs, where she held him against her. She expected him to back off and help her wiggle out of her panties but he surprised her when he reached for the straps on each side of her hips and just tore them apart. He yanked the material away.
He reached back and gripped her ankles, parting them and shoving her knees up. He lowered farther down her body and buried his face between her thighs. Dana threw her head back and her lips parted as his mouth attacked her clit.
She squeezed her eyes shut. There was no description for the way he tongued and sucked on that bundle of nerves. He wasn’t gentle or slow. He began to purr and snarl, adding very strong vibrations into the mix. Dana clawed at the bedding. Moans tore from her. It felt amazing and was too intense. She attempted to slam her knees closed, but Mourn held her down and open. He was merciless until the climax brutally tore through her. She cried out his name.
He backed off and released her legs. She panted, opening her eyes. Mourn reached out, snagged the large envelope and ripped the top off with his teeth. He turned his head and spit out the paper, and then dumped the contents on the bed next to her. She almost laughed at the number of condom strips that came spilling out. She might have if she hadn’t seen the look on his face. It alarmed her and she struggled to sit up.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want you,” he snarled. He picked up a strip, tore a condom off, and then tried to open it. His hands shook and he dropped it, cursing.
She reached into the pile and pulled out a strip. “Let me.”
He was breathing hard, but she realized he wasn’t angry. He was just really turned-on. Her body felt sluggish and sated after having her mind blown, but one glance at his cock assured her that he still wanted her bad. The skin had reddened a bit and it pulsed as if it had a heartbeat. She figured it was a Species thing. She used her teeth to tear the wrapper open and scooted to the edge of the bed.
She touched the slippery, lubricated condom and studied it. “I’ve never put one of these on before. Talk me through it.”
“I’ll do it.” He seemed to have regained some control. “I just have to remember what side to press against the tip so it rolls on.” He took it and examined it, reached down and put it on. He grimaced.