Prime Obsession(34)

 “My hungry little battle-mate. Have some patience.”

 “Patience is highly overrated in this context.”

Wulf’s laughter filtered through their mental connection as he took control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in the rhythm, she knew, he would soon use to make her his own.

After releasing her lips, Wulf braced himself once again on a forearm as his free hand massaged her achy breasts. His torrid gaze swept over her face as he plumped and massaged the generous curves in an erotically reverent manner. What Wulf did to them had to be illegal in most solar systems.

“Do you like this?” Wulf asked as he paused to taste a nipple as his free hand massaged the other.

“Oh, yeah.” She sighed and arched her back as he nibble-kissed his way to the other nipple and took it between his lips for a good suckling. “I always hated them—they were too big—and men ogled—”

“Any man caught ogling these beauties will die by my hand,” he growled just before he turned his oral attention to the other nipple. “I love your breasts. I love your sexy, fit body. I love your tight, round ass, especially when it cuddles my cock, tempting me.” Mel arched off the bed, thrusting her pelvis up and against Wulf’s pelvis. “Wulf, I ache. I need to … hell, I need to come. I don’t need slow … I don’t want slow. I want you

… need you in me!” She grabbed at his lean hips with both hands and pulled him against her as she again thrust upwards. “Now!”

“A demanding little battle-mate, too.” Wulf chuckled, a nipple held loosely between his lips. The vibrations across the moist and sensitive tissue sent shivers down her spine and triggered a mini-climax. “I am a lucky man.”

“Wulf! Oh my God … now!” She arched once more, nearly unseating him. “Now.

Trust me.”

“No, lubha…”

“Now, dammit.” She released his hips and grabbed his head and brought his face up to hers. “I need that big, hard cock in me and some movement … now.” Mel could see the worry on his face. And she understood it, she really did. He didn’t want to hurt her. But he was hurting her more by prolonging the tension. At that moment, her body was so tense, she was in pain.

Touching his mind, she gathered that his father had told him some crap about ensuring her pleasure first. Well, she’d just see about that. How about they ensure it together? She’d use the information she’d gleaned from him in the catacombs. Angling her head, she sought his gemat marking and then traced it with her tongue—licking, nipping and mouthing it.

“Lubha, ansu bhau.” Wulf threw his head back and groaned, one long, low guttural sound that vibrated through her and set her insides to quivering. His penis expanded at each lick of her tongue. Throbbed with each nip of her teeth. His precum moistened the skin above her mound.

Nibbling and kissing the glowing hot mark over his heart, she sensed that her own gemate marking glowed warmly in reaction, pulsing in time with his cock. And the sexual tension—hers and his—built ever higher; through their mental link their levels of excitement and arousal fed one another’s. Something had to give—and soon.

“Now, Wulf,” she whispered against the marking that designated their bonding.

“Make me fully yours, my warrior gemat.”

Wulf lifted her chin until her gaze met his. His blazing golden eyes firmly fixed on hers. He moved the head of his cock to her opening, gently seating it. The throbbing of his member set her pulse pounding in a parallel rhythm. “I love you.” As the last word sighed from his lips, he captured her mouth with his and he entered her body with one firm thrust. Her single gasp of pain was captured by Wulf’s mouth.

Strong, but gentle hands stroked her trembling sides from her breasts to her hips.

Soothing her. Inciting her.

She was so full of hard, warm cock—and she loved it.

She massaged his chest, his marking now a deep dark red. The marking’s color undulated in time with her pulsating womb. Touching his mind, she shared her pleasure in his possession. “Move, my Prime warrior. I am fine.”

 “You are so strong, my beautiful battle-mate. All silken supple strength. I love you.” Then he moved. One slow pull out, then one long gentle thrust in. Then again—and again. The slow thrust-and-pull movement gently abraded her vaginal walls and rebuilt the sexual tension the pain had chased away. His mind touched hers, feeding her his pleasure in the tightness of her sheath. She shared her pleasure with each push-pull.

His hands stroked, concentrating on her breasts and her gemate marking. And all the while he kissed her as if his next breath depended upon her lips.

As the build-up continued, Wulf’s pace increased until they reached the point of no return.

With his mind fully open to hers, he shared all that he was. “Open to me, Melina mine. Share my mind, body and soul from now until death and beyond.” Mel placed her hand over his marking and stroked it. “Until death and beyond, I am yours.”

Wulf’s hips thrust harder now, feeding the friction that took her even higher. With each deep thrust he rotated his hips, grinding against her clitoris until the aching pressure exploded into release that sent her mind and soul spinning. Wulf’s shout of pleasure preceded his following her onto a plane of existence that was theirs alone.



As their climaxes continued to feed upon each other’s, Mel couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and Wulf’s began. Through their shared minds, stars imploded, galaxies were created and destroyed until their pleasure coalesced into one infinite point of bright light, blinding their minds’ eyes to anything but the joy they shared. At the height of their shared peak, when Mel was sure that she couldn’t handle any more, the bright light fractured, and everything that was past and everything that might be swept over them on a tidal wave of ecstasy, finally ending in the gentle warm darkness of exhausted sleep.





Chapter Twelve


For the first time in his life, Wulf woke up with a woman lying nestled against him.

He liked the feeling.

The memories of the hours of shared pleasure made him smile. Sex had never been so good. Making love to the woman Prime biology had chosen for him, and the One had kept safe, was far different from experiencing the act with the sex surrogates on Cejuru Prime.

A drowsy and disgruntled voice muttered, “What sex surrogates?” He peered down at the woman who’d rocked his universe. “It’s not important.” Melina braced one small hand against his chest and pushed herself up against the pillows, resting her head next to his. Now at eye level, she glared at him through narrowed eyes, her green eyes flashing golden sparks. “You were thinking about it—and comparing me to whatever in the hell they are—so I’d say it’s important.”

“You’re jealous!” he said, sure his shock was reflected in his voice.

“Damn right, big guy. So spill it.”

Her roiling emotions buffeted him. Anger. Hurt. Worry. Sadness.

Damn, she was a bit more than upset. He hurried to allay her basic worry first.

“There is no comparison between the surrogates and what we experienced making love. You were in my mind as I was in yours.” He stroked a finger down her elegant nose. “Sex with you is infinitely better than sex with the surrogates. With you, I shared all that I am. The sex surrogates never touched on the real me; it was just a physical act.”

“Okay, fine,” she said, then nipped his finger as it traced her lips. “But what are they? They’re not mentioned in any ancient Prime tomes that I ever read. Am I going to have to share you? ‘Cause I have to tell you, I don’t share well.” She wrinkled her nose as if the idea stank like a ripe Erian.

Wulf chuckled, then leaned over and took her lips, giving her the deep and thorough wake-up kiss he’d been waiting to deliver as he’d watched her sleep. Reluctantly, he pulled away. “No need for jealousy,” he breathed against her moist, luscious rosy lips. “I have no need for the surrogates now. I have you.”

Melina pursed her lips. “Okay. Fine. Sheesh, getting a straight answer out of you is like, well, I don’t know what it’s like, but it’s damn hard.” Stroking his jaw, she said, “Wulf, I don’t need the long version here. I trust that the bond between us is true, but I’m not up on contemporary Prime society and mores. After all, the Prime have been isolationists since before I was born. So, educate me. What are these surrogates? Will I meet them in public? Do Huw and Iolyn visit these surrogates?

Will our soldiers, meaning the non-Prime ones, be able to visit them on leave to, um, purchase sex? I don’t want to say something politically incorrect and cause a galactic incident.”

“Last question first. No. Our non-Prime soldiers will not be allowed to visit them.

They are not prostitutes as the Alliance defines such. The sex surrogates have a specific role within Prime society—and you will meet them at social functions and in public.

They are not a dirty secret. Greet them as you would any new acquaintance.”

“That’s good to know. Maren will need to provide some social guidelines to our diplomats—and we’ll need to make sure the Alliance Military Command knows this also.