Prime Obsession(33)

“She will be an asset in the questioning of Donte and Regin. I will ask her if she wishes to help.”

Iolyn led the way up the ladder that led to the next level. “By the way, she thought you might want to parade her by the whole crew to seek out any other traitors.”

“That’s not how I wanted her to meet her new crew, but it can’t be avoided now, not after Donte’s and Regin’s betrayal.” He handed Melina up to Iolyn then climbed the ladder and immediately took her back into his arms. “I want to bring some hand-picked members of her squadron onto the Galant i. She’ll feel better having people she knows around her—and it will make it truly an Alliance command ship.” It would also make him more comfortable, knowing that she had loyal allies he could trust with her safety when he could not be at her side.

“That’s a good idea, brother. Melina told me that the only Prime she trusts are you, me, Huw and Maren.”

Wulf’s mouth tightened, angry that his mate should feel unsafe among his, and her, people. “She is correct, but for one—she can trust Father. As for the rest of the family and the rest of the population of the home planet, I’m afraid we must approach it on a case-by-case basis.”

“Father will be devastated at this treachery.”

“No, Iolyn. He will be coldly furious—as I am.”





* * * *





Wulf lay naked in his bed, curved around an equally naked—and sleeping—Melina.

Once he’d reached his quarters, he’d sent Iolyn to Huw and programmed the highest level of security on his door. Anyone attempting to get in would be killed by a large surge of electricity. Besides himself, only Huw and Iolyn knew how to bypass it. They’d only bother him if the ship came under attack.

For the next few hours, he planned on making love to his gemate. It was long past due, the final step to their unique bond.

Tightening his hold on Melina, he pulled her hips back against him. His hand massaged her flat stomach and over her womb where one day their child would grow. His rock-hard cock throbbed against the seam of her perfectly shaped bottom. It wouldn’t take much movement to slide into her feminine warmth from behind, but he wanted her fully sensate and participating the first time he joined her body to his. The first time for a gemat and his gemate not only entailed a physical joining, but also a further and more complete joining of their minds and souls.

Or, at least, that was what his mother had drilled into his head for nearly two standard hours after she’d first learned of Melina’s existence.

His father, on the other hand, had covered the same material in one compound sentence: “Ensure your gemate’s pleasure first and the rest will follow, son.” Wulf figured his father’s advice was sound or his mother wouldn’t have found the mind-soul joining about which she’d lectured. And, the One knew, his parents had a strong, loving binding. They still acted as if they were just mated.

He smiled and brushed a kiss across Melina’s pale satin-skinned shoulder. Now, he, too, would have the kind of intimate partnership his parents had shared for many, many years.

Brushing silky hair from her neck, he nuzzled the exposed nape, tasting her with his tongue. She tasted like clean, warm skin with a tang of the citrus shower gel he’d used on her when he’d first brought her up from the planet. Soon, his scent would be all over her.

He smiled at the thought. Mine. She was his and his alone.

Melina murmured in her sleep, yet she didn’t pull away from his ministrations. In fact, with one sighing exhale, she cuddled his throbbing member even more firmly against her bottom.

Emboldened by the delightful response his actions had elicited, he kissed his way from the back of her neck to her ear. Taking the lobe between his lips, he sucked on it as his hand continued to massage her stomach and then traveled down to her curl-covered mound. Her lips parted on a breathy moan as she tilted her head back against his shoulder. He now had easy access to her lips.

Never one to miss an opportunity, he curved over her and took her lips with gentle, nibbling kisses as he manipulated her labia and spread her feminine moisture over her sex. Another low moan had him taking advantage; he swept his tongue inside to taste and claim her mouth completely. The kisses shared in the catacombs had been too long ago and not nearly enough to assuage his hunger for her flavor. This time he’d fully learn the feel and taste of her.

As he savored her, he stroked his index finger through the curls and gently entered her vaginal opening. Massaging her clitoris with his thumb, he stretched her opening, preparing her for intercourse. She was very tight, but the more he stroked and massaged, the wetter she became until he could add another finger.

 “What are you doing to me?”

 “Loving you.”

 “Wouldn’t it help if I were awake?”

Her amusement tickled his mind with silent laughter. He smiled against her lips as he continued to sip gusty moans from her mouth.

 “Yes, love. You being awake would be a big plus in this endeavor.”

 “All right.”

*

Melina opened her eyes to an intense, bordering on orgasmic, pleasure. The last time she’d awakened in this room, men were on their way to kill her. This time all she felt were the passionate emotions from the man lying behind her, his heavy arm anchoring her to the bed. The hand on that arm was more than half way to fingering her to what would be the first orgasm she’d ever had that was not self-induced. Damn right, she wanted to be awake for that.

Easily breaking away from Wulf’s ravenous lips, she whispered huskily against their firm, moist warmth, “Hungry, my Wulf?”

Her soon-to-be lover chuckled, nipping her lower lip with his teeth, then licked away the slight pain. In reaction, her womb spasmed and sent even more moisture to the opening between her thighs where one long finger massaged her vaginal walls. A very hard, large and pulsing penis poked between her thighs, seeking entry to the space Wulf’s finger now possessed.

She shuddered at the thought of him taking her this way; he could very easily slip between her soaking wet labia from behind. She should be afraid of his length and breadth, but she wasn’t. She was excited, so aroused that all she wanted to do was pull him into her now so the building pressure could be released.

But she couldn’t, his arm held her hips immobile. Her lover obviously had a plan, and he wasn’t ready to take her yet.

“I am very hungry, gemate lubha,” he muttered against her lips before taking another nip, followed by a lick, “for you.”

And he was, she could tell. Feelings poured off him in tsunami-like waves. Desire.

Need. Want. Lust. Pride. Possessiveness. And love.

The last was the clincher. Her heart melted at the strength of the love Wulf felt for her. No one had ever aimed all those emotions at her before, but especially no one had ever loved her in the way Wulf did. It was an all-inclusive kind of love. He loved her for her good points and bad. For her strengths and weaknesses. For her mind, body and soul.

He saw her for who and what she really was—a lonely woman doing the best job she can in what was, even in the twenty-fourth century, a man’s universe.

Angling her head, she met his fiery golden gaze, the color of Gliesian honey. “And what will it take to satisfy that hunger, gemat?” Wulf scattered light kisses over her face and then finally her lips before pausing to answer. “Your pleasure. I want to give you so much pleasure that the galaxy will feel your release. Then and only then will I be able to claim my own.” He licked the line of her lips, thrusting his tongue inside to tangle briefly with hers as his talented finger kept up a similar rhythm in her achy opening and his thumb massaged her throbbing clit.

Mel closed her eyes and moaned as the buildup to orgasm tightened within her like a coil. When the potential energy was allowed to release, she’d lose her mind to the pleasure. Insanity never sounded so good.

Turning her head into the pillow, she whispered, “The pleasure is already too much.

I’ve never—”

“I know, love. I know.” He peppered soothing kisses across her forehead as his hand continued to incite the buildup to a fiery explosion.

“Wulf, I need … touch me.” Mel lifted a heavy hand and touched her breast. “Touch me, please.”

Wulf swept his lips back to her ear and sucked on the lobe. Removing his hand from her sex, he shoved the blanket from their bodies. Lifting her slightly, he pulled the arm that had been under her and turned her over onto her back. Blanketing her with his body, he braced himself on one sinewy forearm; his pelvis nestled snugly between her thighs, his penis pulsing against her mound—so close, but not quite where she wanted him. She wiggled, attempting to move her aching sex closer to what it needed to ease the pressure.

 “Ne, ne, lubha.” Wulf, muttering in Prime, lay more heavily against her hips, halting her heat-seeking motion. “Your pleasure first—before mine. If I entered you now, you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“Wulf, I—” His mouth swallowed her protests.

Groaning, he broke away. “Trust me on this, lubha.” Whispering against his lips, she said, “I trust you—but—please—please make it quick. We can go slowly later.” Then she sucked his lower lip into her mouth and gently nipped it. “I need you now.” She bucked up against him to emphasize her point.