Prime Obsession(46)
Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “All those nasty women can find their own Prime warrior. This one is taken.”
“Most assuredly, lubha.” He nibbled at her mouth. “I want no other.” She trailed her hands down his body, finally wrapping her arms around his lean waist. Her head resting on his chest, she listened to the heart that beat rapidly just for her.
He stroked her, his large hands claiming every inch from her nape to just above her ass.
Then his large hands each cupped a butt cheek, massaging them. Her womb clenched and liquid warmth coated her folds. The sexual heat that should have been quenched after their three-day lovemaking marathon flared into full flames once again.
“Wulf, if you keep doing that,” she husked. “You won’t make it to your little fishing trip with the boys.”
“They can go without me,” he whispered, his voice harsh with his own arousal.
“Later has just arrived. I can’t leave you unsatisfied, gemate lubha. It would be remiss of me. And, it is our honeymoon.”
Guilt reared its ugly head once more, threatening to stomp on the pleasure her lover’s hands aroused. Wulf had really been looking forward to the outing.
Maybe they could manage both?
“When were you meeting them? Maybe we can get a quickie in.” She unbuttoned the top of his shorts and slid her hand inside to massage his hard, throbbing cock as it strained to meet her touch.
“They can wait.” He leaned back to peer down at her fingers fondling him. “It seems something’s come up.”
Laughing, she stepped back, letting go of his penis, then took his hand to lead him back to the rumpled bed. “Something definitely has—and I know just how to take care of the matter. We Alliance officers are trained for all sorts of emergencies.”
“How forward thinking of the Alliance,” he growled.
When she reached the bed, she released Wulf’s and turned to face him. She sought his fiery gaze, then slipped the sheer robe off first one, then the other shoulder. The little nothing of a garment fell to the floor in a silken puddle.
“While I love the negligee, lubha, I much prefer you this way.” He stepped within arm’s reach and picked her up. Laying her on the bed, he followed her down, covering her body with his. Happiness flowed from his mind to hers, filling her with such joy she thought she would burst.
“Tell me what you want, Melina.”
Mel’s arms reached for him. Placing her lips against his, she whispered, “You. I want you.”
“You have me.” A low groan escaped his lips as his cock entered her body, filling the aching emptiness. “As I have you, thank Diew. ”
* * * *
Melina pulled on a sun dress. She needed no bra. Her firm breasts, ones that he knew intimately and completely, were full, firm, and luscious. They filled the low-cut bodice perfectly. Her only underclothing was a lacy thong that he’d chosen from the resort’s computerized shopping arcade. He smiled in satisfaction. In fact, all of her underwear was now of his choosing. He’d quite happily gotten rid of all the boring, military-issue undergarments. Only he would know that under her uniforms she wore the finest, briefest silk and lace garments.
His eyes gleamed at the thought of the little number she would wear later this evening under the evening dress he also had chosen for her. It was a sheer, flesh-colored teddy that could be removed with the untying of two little bows. He planned to remove it with his teeth.
Groaning at the mental image, he rearranged his cock in his shorts. It amazed him at how his body was always primed and ready for hers. His past life had been a cold, sexual wasteland compared to the life he now shared with Melina.
At first, his gemate had protested about his choosing her clothing, especially her undergarments, but he’d prevailed. It had taken hours of lovemaking, but by the end of the second day on Tooh 2, he had persuaded her. He visualized many years of overcoming all her stubborn, independent ways using that all-too-satisfactory method.
His winning argument had been that while she might have to wear a uniform, what she wore under it was not dictated by military rules. It was all about compromise.
“What did your brothers say about you missing the outing?” she asked, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror in the luxuriously appointed bathroom.
“They laughed. A lot.” He winked at her. “They just rescheduled the fishing trip for after lunch. They’ll be by to pick me up soon.”
He stepped close behind her and pulled her body into his, nestling her ass against his crotch. “I’m already hard for you again.” He kissed the top of her head, capturing her shining green gaze with his golden one. “I think it was a wise decision that we chose not to stay in the suite Maren prepared for us in the embassy. Too many ears and empathic abilities would have, um, hampered our honeymoon celebration.”
“I try to forget that the Prime are empathic,” Melina blushed rosily, “but I’m Prime, and I know that I’ve always sensed strong emotions.”
Sex evoked pretty damn strong emotions, he thought.
She continued, “It didn’t bother me on the Galanti as much as it would’ve at the embassy.” She shrugged, causing her body to rub against his.
He groaned. “Careful, lubha. My brothers would never let me live it down if I miss this trip again.”
She frowned at his reflection, jabbing an elbow into his ribs. “Don’t even joke about it. How am I going to face your brothers ever again? They know what we’ve been, um, doing here for the last three days.”
He chuckled as he nuzzled the side of her neck. “Don’t worry about what they sense.
I will warn them to be polite. And if they don’t heed my brotherly warnings, I give you full permission to kick their impudent asses if they ever say anything to you about our sex life.”
Melina turned within his arms. “I’d tell you—and let you kick their sorry butts as I cheered you on.”
“Ahh, teamwork,” he whispered against her lips. “I like it.”
“Exactly,” she whispered back and kissed him lightly.
Putting the temptation of her from him, he stepped back, holding her shoulders, his thumbs stroking the soft, sun-kissed skin. “What are you planning to do while we’re fishing?”
“I’m going to the spa and getting my body scrubbed with sea salt and herbs, then lightly oiled and massaged. Followed by a shampoo and trim and then a manicure and pedicure. I want to look my best for the reception Uncle Tor is giving us this evening.”
“If I weren’t promised to my brothers, I’d come and watch.” He wiggled his brows.
“No, you wouldn’t. It is women only in that portion of the resort.” She laughed and wiggled out from under his hands. “But you can examine the results, more intimately, later tonight after the reception is over.” She winked at him.
“It’s a date. I have plans for that teddy I bought you.” Wulf wiggled his brows again, making her laugh, then reached for her to grab one last kiss. The door chimes interrupted him mid-swoop. “Save that kiss for later. My brothers are here.”
“I’ll save you more than a kiss.”
“I am so blessed.”
* * * *
Mid-afternoon, Tooh 2 Resort Spa
Mel sighed. Life was perfect. She was loved by a wonderful man who accepted her and her career. She’d just spent the last three days celebrating that love with non-stop sex that reached heights she could never have imagined. And now, she sat in a luxurious spa, being catered to right and left. Life could never get any better than this.
Spas were her new guilty pleasure. She’d never been to one before, but would make it a point to visit this one whenever they were in port and had some downtime. Maybe they had spas on Cejuru Prime. She’d have to ask Wulf.
Every single bit of her skin was polished and smooth as a baby’s butt. She smelled like the rarest of white orchids and musk; the scent evoked sex waiting to happen. Every muscle in her body had been kneaded, pummeled and then soothed until she was limp with relaxation. The feeling was almost as good as having sex—almost, but not quite.
Sex with Wulf was still the best relaxation technique she’d ever encountered. Sighing at the thought of her sexy warrior, she ran her fingers through her hair. It lay in sexy, bouncy waves around her shoulders.
Wulf would want to eat her up. She couldn’t wait.
Garbed in a fluffy white spa robe, she sipped the too-sweet fruity drink the quiet assistant had provided as she waited her turn for a manicure and a pedicure. After which, her transformation from an Alliance Military officer to the soon-to-be-feted mate of a Prime warrior at the inaugural ball at the Cejuru Prime Embassy would be complete.
Yawning, she set the glass down, splashing some of the liquid out and over her hand.
Damn, she was clumsy. Not enough sleep and too little food. It was true you couldn’t live on love. She giggled.
Giggled? She never giggled.
Her vision blurred and the minuscule private waiting area spun around her. She gripped the arms of the chair. The small room had suddenly become smaller and somehow menacing.
No, the sense of peril wasn’t in the room; it was outside, in the main spa.
Strong emotions rode the air like a boat on storm-tossed waves. Fear. Shock.